Chapter 35: We Are The Champions
Finally, after centuries of battling, the Bohemians had won. They'd paid their dues and sentence to Globasoft, although they had committed no real crime. Along the way there had been bad mistakes (like leading the lion to the den), but they'd been overcome eventually. Now they would go one forever.
For they were the champions. They'd kept on fighting to the end. Globalsoft, with all their mighty gadgets, were the losers now. The winners were those who had had their share of sand kicked in their face. Now they ruled the world! Planet Mall was theirs!
And so, the world gathered to listen to the holy text in its entirety. From the mind of the dreamer came the completion of everything they had worked for, unlocked by the power of living rock.
"Mama" he sang, "just killed a man.
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama life had juts begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing ever matters
Too late my time has come
Send shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye ev'rybody I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooh
(Any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all..."
So vivid was the message that the audience could almost see the long-haired one himself performing with the dreamer. Dressed all in white, from head to toe, his music soared above the crowd. Guitar held aloft; it was as if he was calling to the assembled masses.
"Gaze on the power of rock" he called, "Make it your own"
And so Planet Mall complied. As one voice, they arose and joined in the chorus. Where the words came from nobody knew, but somehow the whole world knew them at that moment:
"I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche
Scaramouche will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very very fright'ning me
Galileo Galileo Galileo
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy
Nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go
Will you let me go
Bismillah! No!
We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah!
We will not
Let him go
We will not let you go
Let me go
Never never never never
Let me go-o-o-o
No no no no no no no
Oh mama mia mama mia
Mama mia let me go
Beelezebub has a devil put aside for me
For me, for me!
Once more the world erupted into joyful dancing. Newly made instruments were taken up as everyone vented out their anger in music.
"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye" sang Galileo. "So you think you can love me and leave me to die...
Oh baby
Can't do that to me baby
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here"
And then all attention returned to the dreamer once more. Shocked by his outburst the world became silent, allowing his voice to be heard above the stillness:
"Ooh Ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows"
The song over, the crowd drifted away to find their new place in the world. Finally only Scaramouche and Galileo remained.
"Nothing really matters to me" he sang once more, to himself this time, before accepting her outstretched hand.
Together they disappeared into the night, leaving only the memory of his voice:
"Anyway the wind blows..."