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Eternal Karaoke

An Eternal Sonata Fanfic

By child of the gallows

Chapter 4: Who We Are, Lifehouse

"Hmm…" Waltz took his time thinking who would go next. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pointed to Polka. "Blondie."

Tuba unlatched her handcuffs. She was just about to step outside on stage when—"Did I tell you that Gallow girl hates you?"

Polka sighed. "Yes, Count Waltz. You did." Then she stepped onstage.

Gallow girl handed her the microphone. "I hate you."

"I heard." Polka said absently. "What's my song?"

"I picked it myself." Gallow girl grinned evilly. "Actually, I think you'll like it. It's called 'Who We Are.' Lifehouse's the band."

"Lifehouse?"

"I don't know, either." Gallow girl shrugged. "I hate you."

"Good." Polka said. She turned to the audience as Gallow girl retreated to her seat and held up a sign, saying "Who We Are, Lifehouse." Polka read it.

She had to double take at the audience. There were… hundreds of Allegrettos. A bunch of gray haired teenage boys with blue shirts and black pants on, screaming her name and asking for her number. She stared, wide-eyed.

That's when the music started up. A little guitar… She forced on a happy face and started singing to her Allegretto-audience. "Live my life around a picture taken when we met. Spending all of my time chasing your silhouette. For all we go through, I don't want to change you. 'Cause my mind's running in reverse trying not to forget who we were. Where it's at. Here we go."

The Allegrettos in the audience all had hearts in their eyes. She thought she saw a rather depressing likeness of Allegretto faint.

"And we break and we burn and we turn it inside out to take it back to the start and through the rise and falling apart, we discover who we are."

The music suddenly got much louder at the chorus. Not to mention that this song was obviously written for a man to sing, not a fourteen year old girl. But that didn't stop the Allegrettos from cheering her name.

"Struggling with my thoughts, change the locks inside my head. Reading be-tween the lines of what you say and what you said. I turn the raaiiddiioo on to drown me out. Driving through the night to know we're trying to forget who we were. And where it's at. And here we go.

She briefly wondered what in the world a radio was. But, her mind was set on not screwing up. The real Allegretto was listening. Not to mention hundreds of fakes.

"And we break and we burn and we turn it inside out to take it back to the start and through the rise and falling apart we discover who we are."

She smiled her brightest at the very lovestruck looking audience. A couple more fainted.

"And it's all—To no end—it's all in our heads. It's all to the wind. It's all in our heads."

She blinked and some more likenesses passed out. Then she shook her head and continued—as some more fainted.

"And we break and we burn and we turn it inside out to take it back to the start and through the rise and falling apart we discover who we are."

Oh great. The conscious Allegrettos were starting to chant, all waving fake Allegretto-swords. It sounded something like. "WE ARE THE REAL ALLEGRETTOS!" She felt like turning them all into frogs, but first she had to finish her song.

"And we break—we break!—and we burn—and we burn!—and we turn it inside out to take it back to the start—to the start!—and through the rise and falling apart—Yeah!—we discover who we are!"

The music faded and ended. She curtseyed, and a few more Allegrettos fainted. Before she could go backstage, she was approached by Gallow girl.

"I just wanted you to know," she said. "You'll be paying for the janitors that we need to clean up this mess." Gallow girl gestured to the sea of unconscious Allegrettos.

"Well, um." Polka began. "What about, if you came to Ritardando and sold floral powder with me sometime?"

Gallow girl raised and eyebrow suspiciously. "Is Frederic going to be involved in this?"

Polka rocked back and forth on her heels. "I could pull some strings."

Gallow girl glared at her and held out her hand. Polka shook it. "Now. Get backstage before I change my mind."

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As she was handcuffed back into line, Waltz stood up and approached her. "You're paying for the janitors." He said simply.

"I heard." Polka said absently. As Waltz went back to his throne, she leaned forward and whispered, "Frederic!"

The composer tried to turn and look at her, but the handcuffs restricted his ability to do so. "What?" He whispered back.

"Don't kill me."

"Why?"

The little exchange was cut short when Waltz pointed to someone in the line. "NEXT!"

I wonder where they got those Allegretto costumes…