Don't quote me. Lyrics are not exact. No ownage.

Eternal Karaoke

An Eternal Sonata Fanfic

By child of the gallows

Chapter 10: Ordinary, Train

"Next up…" Waltz said, poking gingerly at his black eye. "Falsetto."

"Finally!" Falsetto sighed. "You'd think that Gallow girl had to go through with her threat about writing a Tuba/Waltz/Fugue fanfic."

Waltz's good eye twitched. "Right. G-get out there, or she'll go through with her threat about writing the Falsetto/Claves/Rondo fic."

Falsetto grinned, though it was a little strained. "Okay. Who's gonna un-handcuff me?"

Fugue had fainted, for the color pink drains him of all energy, and his ancient reserve of mindless minion energy in his monocle had been broken. Rondo and Claves were too busy throwing fits about Gallow girl's pajama choices, and Tuba was still unconscious, but now his eyebrows were growing mullets. Legato was still too twitchy to do anything.

"Fine…" Waltz grumbled. He fought the keys from Claves, who was still throwing her fit, for she hated monster trucks more than she hated "that evil lady dressed in the blue who stole my man while I was dead," and unlocked Falsetto's handcuffs. And he escorted her to the curtain.

On the other side, Falsetto was surprised to see how large a crowd there was.

"Finally!" Gallow girl said, pulling Falsetto to center stage. "I've been waiting for you. How are the evil people on the other side coming along? You know, the torture methods I picked out?"

"Rather well, I guess. Fugue's fainted." Falsetto smiled. "Tuba's eyebrows are growing mullets."

"And did you see Legato's modeling shots?"

Falsetto felt sick to her stomach. "No, I didn't, and I don't plan to, but he did, and he's looking all emo and suicidal."

Gallow girl smiled. "Excellent."

"What's my song?"

"It's called 'Ordinary', by Train." Gallow girl shrugged. "I'm not so sure about the lyrics, they might not be exact, but you'll get the gist of the song."

"Right. Ordinary, Train."

The music began slow, but sped up.

"Whose eyes am I behind? I don't recognize anything that I see. Whose skin is this design? I don't want this to be the way that you see me. I don't understand anything anymore, and this world that I'm tired of is taking me right up these walls that I climb up, to get to your story, it's anything but ordinary."

When Falsetto heard the name of the song was 'Ordinary', she thought, Ordinary. Usual. The same. Not different. They could have at least called it 'Anything but Ordinary!' That would make everything so much clearer.

"And when the world is on its knees, with me it's fine. And when I come to the rescue I get nothing but left behind. Everybody seems to be getting what they need, where's mine? 'Cause you're what I need, so very, but I'm anything but ordinary."

True, true. She felt the songwriter's pain.

"Can you save me from this world of mine, before I get myself arrested with this expectation? You are but one, look what you've done, what have you done? This is not some kind of joke, you're just a kid! You aren't ready for what you did, no!"

It was a catchy song, if repetitive, and long. But it was easy to sing. Lucky her.

"And when the world is on its knees, with me it's fine. And when I come to the rescue I do it for you time after time. Everybody seems to be getting what they need, where's mine? 'Cause you're what I need, so very, but I'm anything but ordinary."

Cross that. Very repetitive. But catchy. Very catchy.

"I think I'm trying to save the world for you."

!!!

"You've been saving me… too."

!!!!!!

"We could just stay in and save each other."

Okay… rather anticlimactic, but…

"I'm anything but ordinary. I'm anything but ordinary."

It was over. That seemed quick. The crowd was cheering wildly. They apparently liked Train (or whatever the band was) or they enjoyed her singing. Possibly both.

"Nice job, Falsetto. I had high hopes, I wanted you to go on earlier. Anyway, get back there, and when you get back there, all you have to say is KEELHEGA! And everything will go back to normal. Except for Waltz's black eye. And Fugue's pink hair. It's much better like that."

"But pink drains him of all energy." Falsetto pointed out.

"Yes, but in his monocle, there's this little chamber that never, ever, ever, ever runs out of mindless minion energy. So as long as he's just being the mindless minion, he should be okay. …Oh, and make sure Abercrombie puts out those pictures of Legato," Gallow girl smiled evilly. "I will scar my popular enemies for life."

"Gotcha."

FALSETTO'S finally done. I wonder who's left… Viola, Frederic, and Serenade… I wonder…