This is fun. This is a fun time. Anyway, I pretty much have Eternal Karaoke completed, but updates will still be pretty irregular. I'm already planning the sequel, muhahahaha…
Eternal Karaoke
An Eternal Sonata Fanfic
By child of the gallows
Chapter 2: Viva La Vida, Coldplay
"Understand?" Count Waltz questioned the prisoners lined up at his feet, right before Legato stepped backstage.
The whole party, quite fearful of stepping on that stage in case it was a trap, shook their heads. They all thought they heard sounds from behind that curtain, but they weren't sure if Legato was singing or screaming. If it was singing, Legato wasn't very good. If it was screaming… well, no one wanted to think about that.
But Legato returned from behind that curtain unharmed, so they all had to guess that it was singing.
"TOO BAD!" Waltz screamed. A certain top-hatted composer thought he felt the ground shake. "How about… my worst enemy goes next?"
"Me?" Crescendo and Jazz said in unison.
"Weeell…" Waltz said. "I was talking about Andantino-boy there, but then again." He took a moment to think, then snapped his fingers. "Crishy. You get to go first!"
Prince Crescendo flushed. "You will so pay for this." Rondo freed him from his handcuffs, and he walked brusquely to the curtain, brushing it aside impressively.
An even larger crowd had gathered in the throne room. Crescendo felt a stab of nervousness, even though he had always been able to talk in front of large crowds. But then again, he reasoned with himself, Talking is different from singing a song that you've never heard in your life.
Gallow girl was once again waiting for the next contestant. "Microphone." She handed him the black tube. "Song is Viva La Vida, picked out especially by Waltz for you. Don't screw up. Baroque is watching."
Crescendo flushed again. "Right."
Gallow Girl retreated to a seat a little to the right of the center of the stage. A violin/cello beat started up.
"I used to rule the world." Crescendo sang, flushing a deeper red than before. "Seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own."
Gallow girl switched the cards and gave him a thumbs up. "I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemies' eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing, 'Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!' One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me. And I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand."
The card was switched quickly. "I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, roman cavalry choirs are singing, be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain, once you go there was never, Never an honest word, and that was when I ruled the world."
The beat was catchy, and the song made sense. Gallow girl gave him another thumbs-up and switched the cards.
"It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate. Just a puppet on a lonely string, oh, who would ever want to be king?"
It was true. Every word made sense. Was he actually enjoying this? Damn it. He set his face in an unhappy grimace and continued to read the words off the card. "I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman cavalry choirs are singing, be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name. Never an honest word. But that was when I ruled the world."
The violin and cello beat picked up, and Gallow girl switched cards. "Ooooooooohhhh, ooooooooohhhhh, ooooooooooohhh, oooooooooohhhhh, oooohh— Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, roman cavalry choirs are singing, be my mirror, my sword and shield. My missionaries in a foreign field," He got even redder when the crowd started waving torches, as if for an angry mob. "For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name. Never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." He finished, a satisfied smirk on his face. He had enjoyed this karaoke, yes. But with the reaction of the crowd (And Gallow girl, in that case, she was applauding loudly) he knew he had done well.
"If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing…" Crescendo muttered to himself and bowed a couple times. "Thank you! Thank you!" He spun around on his heel and brushed through the red curtain.
He nearly fell over in surprise when he was greeted with an even louder applause by his friends, acquaintances, and enemies. "Encore! Encore!" a voice (Crescendo couldn't be sure, but he thought it was Waltz's) called.
He blinked and bowed a few times, then was pushed back into the chain of prisoners and handcuffed again.
"WHO'S NEXT?" Count Waltz screamed.
Hmm, who could be next in Waltz's line of terror…?
