During his Algebra II class, Sebastian uploaded their new song, The World Is My Future on Youtube, and browsed several social media sites to chat with their most dedicated fans. He had a habit of marveling at their stats, and the amount of follows which averaged at about 3,040. It's not much, but better than the measly 20 he had before he joined Ivaylo.

Most people really just asked a lot of the same questions like When's your next song coming out? Are you single? And What's your favorite color? This job can get really redundant at times, but there are a few wild people out there that make things interesting.

Today Sebastian was talking to this thirteen year-old girl who aspired to become a musician.

"What's the best way to learn guitar?" An anonymous user asked.

Sebastian chose each word he wrote carefully. One wrong word could ruin the whole band's reputation," Just practice every day, and you can become a great musician one day," He said and linked her to some helpful youtube videos.

"Sebastian, can you tell us how to complete the square?" Mrs. Jones asked.

Damnit! She caught me off guard,"Uhh, I don't know."

"Well, I suggest that you pay attention if you want to pass your test," She advised in a rude tone.

"Kay," Sebastian said, but continued to talk to his fans.

"And by that I mean turn off your computer."

Sebastian pulled up a Google Doc," I'm taking notes on it though."

"Fine."

Lau ran over to him once class was over,"H ey, where do you want to sit for lunch?"

"I don't know, maybe near our chemistry class," Sebastian suggested.

"Kay, I'll see you there after I get lunch," He said as ran to the cafeteria.

Sebastian Headed to his chemistry class.

Lau arrived a few minutes later and asked," Hey, can I see your homework?"

Sebastian shook his head," I didn't do it."

"Again? I mean I know you probably won't need this information for your life, but don't you want to get in a good collage?" Lau said.

"I already know what I'm doing with my life. Besides we'll all die eventually, so why should I try so hard in something I don't want to do?" Sebastian explained.

Lau sat in silence for a minute," Good point, and I'm not trying to be rude but I thought you were a Christian, so don't you believe in an afterlife?

"I gave up on God, He doesn't care about me," Sebastian said in a defeated tone.

"Well that doesn't mean you should give up on your life," Lau said as he took a bite out of his sandwich.

"I haven't gave up on life, just school," Sebastian assured him.

When Lau finished his sandwich he gathered his things and got up," Hey do you want to have a smoke?"

"Yeah," Sebastian said and stood up," I'm sure you know of a good hiding spot."

"I do, follow me," Lau said.

They hid behind the music building, and Lau handed a cigarette to Sebastian and lit it for him.

"You should be lucky I know you so well, these usually cost quite a bit of money," Lau said.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't smoke if you didn't give me them," Sebastian added.

Lau took a huff of his cigarette," If I started charging you would you buy them?"

"I would look for someone else. You have a history of ripping people off."

"I would give you a reasonable discount," Lau said.

"Good," Sebastian said. He put the cigarette in his mouth and checked his phone," We have 2 minutes to get to class!" Both of them dropped their cigarettes and cut straight through the vacant lunch area to get to the Math and Science center faster.

They arrived at their classroom a few seconds after the bell rang, but their teacher didn't seem to mind. They were both out of breath, but still tried to sneak past Mr. Love who already started on the lecture. They opened their laptops to take notes and chat with each other.

"Hey what should out next song be about?" Lau asked.

"idk, we wrote a lot of happy songs so prob something sad," Sebastian suggested.

"yeah but no break up songs," Lau added

"I know those are so cheesy."

"Hey, why are you and Lau always late?" A dark haired guy named William asked.

Sebastian turned to face his lifelong enemy, "We just eat lunch far away from this building."

"And what exactly are you guys doing at lunch?" William said.

"We eat. And talk about our band," Sebastian answered, sounding a little bit confused.

"Aww, you guys make songs together. Looks like someone is replacing his dead boyfriend," William taunted.

"First of all, we're not dating," He said attempting to keep his cool. "Second of all don't you dare talk about Claude like that!" Sebastian yelled.

Everyone paused and stared at him.

That wasn't a good idea.

Mr .Love stood up," Sebastian come out in the hall with me. We need to have a talk."

Sebastian followed him. Hopefully he could get William in trouble.

"Now, I understand that he made you mad, but you didn't have to yell and disrupt the class," Mr. Love said in a stern voice.

"Well sorry," Sebastian said insincerely.

Wasn't he disrupting the class more by bringing me out here?

"Why did you get so mad at him in the first place?"

"He just insulted one of my friends," Sebastian said.

"Do you want me to move you?" Mr. Love asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay," Mr. Love said as he went inside the classroom," William, can you come out in the hall with me?"

William got up angrily," Bitch."

Sebastian laughed," That's what you get."

xxx

"Hey, the official theme for the contest is finally announced!" Angelina exclaimed with a piece of paper in her hand.

The rest of the band scampered over to her, "What is it?" Lau asked.

She read the script and made a confused face," We have to put on a performance about human death and vulnerability."

"Hey Sebastian and I were talking about how we should write a sad song next, so this is perfect," Lau said.

"Yeah, but we always write songs about how strong we are, not about how week we are," Angelina insisted.

"But wouldn't this help us grow as a band? This is a good opportunity to try something new," Grell added.

"I know, but what if the other people are more experienced?" Angelina muttered.

"I'm sure we can make it look like this is the only type of music we write," Grell said.

"Is that all it says, or do you have to meet certain criteria?" Ran Mao asked.

Angelina re-read the paper," It just says we have to make a song complete with an interesting visual performance about death and human vulnerability."

"Do you think William's band will participate in the contest," Sebastian asked.

"Why is everything always about William? Wouldn't it be better if you forgot about him and focused more on our performance?" Grell said.

"We need to focus on both ourselves and the other contestants," Sebastian defended.

"Well you can do that. I will only focus on our skills," Grell said.

"Okay."

xxx

The rest of Sebastian's day was spent on the computer, going through William's band, The Reapers, twitter. His band was obsessed with reapers with their angsty songs about death. The majority of their fans were probably whiny preteens, but no matter how annoying they were, he couldn't deny that they had the upper hand in the contest. He listened to all their songs, picking out as much faults as possible, but also looked for some good things, so his band could become better at those things than The Reapers.

Their songs were amazing how could Ivaylo beat them in this contest?

There was only one thing he could do. Research about death. He mainly looked up the emotions people felt when they were nearing death since that was what songs would typically focus on. Most websites talked about how people either use religion or become apathetic about death to cope. They both seemed rather silly, but what else could you do?

xxx

"Hey Undertaker," Sebastian said while he was doing his homework in The Undertaker's shop.

"Yes?"

"Do you know what people think about right before they die?" Sebastian asked,

"I know a few things about. What exactly would you like to know?" The Undertaker replied.

"Uhh, just what emotions they feel and what goes through their minds?" Sebastian clarified.

"It depends on the person. Some people are scared and feel like they did nothing with their life. While other people will welcome it since they think they won't feel pain in death," He explained.

"Is that all?" Sebastian said. This answer was a little underwhelming.

"No, but it's impossible to generalize. Why do you want to know?"

"I'm entering a contest where we have to write a song about death and human vulnerability," He answered.

The Undertaker put his finger to his lips," Hmm, you want the audience to feel sad, so maybe make a song where someone dies because of some sort of weakness. Don't worry about being accurate, worry about making it emotional."

"But what type of emotions to people feel when they are about to die?" Sebastian asked again.

"That is your job to find out. I'm not making this song for you," The Undertaker said.

"I wasn't asking you to make it, I was just asking for advice!" Sebastian protested.

"And that's all the advice I have," He said before Sebastian could say more.

"Now that your boyfriend's back I think it's time to focus on your goal," Ciel suggested.

Sebastian laughed nervously," Yeah, there's this contest that can help me with it."

"How will it help?" Ciel asked.

"If my band wins then we get a recording contract and a million dollars," Sebastian said.

"That sounds like a good start," Ciel commented.

"Do you think I will win?" Sebastian asked.

"Of course, you're great musicians!" Ciel exclaimed.

"Really? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better. I know I'm not good, but the rest of my band worked so hard and I don't want to fail them by messing up," Sebastian said.

"I already told you that your songs are good, but I can make the audience love your work if that gives you some peace of mind," Ciel promised.

Sebastian walked over to Ciel and hugged him," Thank you, but I kinda want to win based off our own skill. But if there's no hope, then you should intervene. They sacrificed so much to help me, and I don't think I could ever pay them back. "

Ciel smiled," Is that an order?"

"Yes."

Ciel slowly unraveled the scarf on Sebastian's neck that was covering the contract, "Then say it! Beg to me properly. You remember what I taught you on the day we met."

"Ciel, I order you to make sure I win this contest. No matter the cost!" Sebastian almost shouted.

"Of course," Was all Ciel said.

Sebastian held Ciel tightly. No one could stop me anymore. Ciel, the most powerful creature on Earth is mine. Ivaylo could be the worst band in existence and still win the contest with this demon. Soon they we will be the best band that ever existed in history, and I won't let myself die until that happens.

"So how exactly should I help you win?" Ciel asked.

"Help us every day if you can. Make sure our instruments sound nice and are well tune and look over our song to make sure it sounds perfect, and whatever else you think needs to be done."

Ciel smirked," Sounds easy enough."