Before you read, this I just need to you warn again that the song that's in this chapter is not actually mine. This one hasn't been changed, so you can play the song on another tab while you read this song, isn't that neat? By the way, I just made this chapter because I had nothing better to do, and I was running out of ideas. If you guys have anything, please tell me. Now with that out of the way, you may now continue.
The next day...
Aaron was in the school cafeteria eating his lunch, listening to music on his headphones, feeling good to be alive. As you remember from the previous chapter, Aaron was revealed to be a famous music music composer that almost everyone on the planet knows. He just hoped that people would treat him as if he was a normal being. But as you know, not all hopes are meant to come true. Aaron was getting a few glances and stares toward him from time to time, but today he didn't care. His video from yesterday got over two million views and over one hundred thousand likes. He was too much in a good mood to care.
A couple of hours later...
School was over and everyone was going home. Well, almost everyone. Aaron was in a middle of an argument with two girls who claim that he's not the Ace. One's got blue eyes, blonde hair put in a ponytail, a barely noticeable gold chain necklace, and white-rimmed sunglasses on her head, a yellow bolero, with a white shirt with black stripes underneath, some white jeans and white dress shoes. The other had a orange hair, white headband, glasses, a purple and blue argyle vest, and white long-sleeved shirt underneath. She also has bright blue shorts with a brown belt, black leggings with a dark blue argyle pattern, white sneakers with black soles. You might know these two as Chloé Bourgeois and Sabrina Raincomprix.
"I'm telling you, I'm the real Ace!" Aaron said. "If your the real Ace, prove it then." Chloé said with her and Sabrina showing a confident smirk. "Word? Bet. Hey you, play any random music." Aaron said to a random boy that was walking by. The boy shrugged his shoulders pulled out his phone, and played a random song. As the music was starting Aaron said, "I can use this, I'll call this one, 'Good to be Alive'." When the music actually started, he started singing.
"I'm waking up,
Breathing in clean air
What a day, yeah
What a sunny, funny day
I feel so high, I can't deny
A little better than okay
Nowhere to go
I shoot for stars, I'm Galileo
Pack your bags and don't be late
The scenery flies before my eyes
Don't you dream of home cuz it'll have to wait.
It's good to be alive
It's good to be alive
I'm happy to survive
So good
Can't kill my la-di-da vibe
Suffocate my feelin' alright
Or asphyxiate my hype
My bridges burned, no stone unturned
It's a relations' massacre
My new absolution
My new lease on life has just begun today
I ain't worried 'bout the fakes, or the bodies in my wake.
Baby, I'm a firework, like Pompeii
It's good to be alive
It's good to be alive
I'm happy to survive
So, so good."
Aaron let the music play for a little, and looked around to see a crowd watching him, some of them were even filming it with their phones. He looked at the girls who called him out and saw Sabrina looking at him with awe, and Chloé looking at him with regret and anger. Aaron smirked and continued singing.
"The saints and angles sing
Choir of the bells chime, ring ring ring
I feel alive
So alive
It's good to be alive
It's good to be alive
I'm happy to survive
So, so good."
Aaron took a bow to show that he was done singing but the music kept playing. Everyone cheered and applauded from Aaron's singing, even Sabrina. She even almost immediately asked for an autograph. Chloé however was just filled with rage knowing she made a huge mistake. She stormed off grabbing Sabrina right before she and Aaron did a selfie together.
The next day, at the same time of day...
Aaron was in the locker room in school humming to the music that was played for his latest song that he sang yesterday then put on the internet. Strange thing, when he opened his locker he saw a pink folded-up piece of paper fall out. Aaron curiously picked it up to his surprise, it was a love letter. "I've heard you sing for many months and wished to see you in person. Now that you've showed yourself, I'm so glad that I can show you how much you mean to me." Aaron read. He looked around but didn't see anyone in the room. He thought that his secret admirer could be listening in on him. "My secret admirer could be anyone. No wait, it has to be someone that really likes my music. Nevermind, it could be anyone." Aaron thought as he put everything in his bag, walked out the room, then walked out the school.
Aaron got a call from his Mom on his phone. Aaron answered it and heard Elsie say, "Aaron, I ordered some things from a bakery close to your school, could you please go over there and pick them up for me? I already paid on the " "Sure, I've got some time to kill." "Thank you, Aaron" "No problem." Aaron hung up then walked to said bakery which was only across a street to the left of the school. Aaron walked in and the smell of freshly baked goods hit him like an incoming ten-wheeled truck. Aaron walked up to the countertop and didn't see anyone there. He saw a small bell on it and ringed it. He heard a female voice saying, "Marinette, could you get that please?" "Yes Mom." He saw a girl who he assumed was Marinette. She had black hair with blue reflections that was tied back in two pigtails, blue eyes, and was wearing a dark gray blazer with a white t-shirt with a flower design on it, pink rolled up jeans and pink ballet flats.
"Sorry, what can I do-" She was cut off when she saw who was standing at the other side of the counter. "Oh hi Ac- I mean Aaron. Nice to finally sing you- I mean song you- I mean! *Sigh* Sorry Aaron, it's just that-." "It's okay, I get it. You're not the first person that freaked out the day after I showed my face to the world. The curse of face reveals I guess. Anyway, I got an order for Elsie?" "Oh sure, it's right here." Marinette reached down below the counter and placed on top of it two boxes and one bag. "Sweet, thanks." Aaron said he picked up the items and walked towards the door and out of it.
Seven hours and a half later, in Aaron's room...
Aaron's in his sleepwear, on his laptop, going through the comments on his music channel. As he went through them one by one, he thought out loud, "Nope, that's creepy, not singing that, extra nope, hey here's something. 'Hey Ace, I've made you an outfit design that I think would go well with your name, do you think you could tell me what you think?'." Aaron saw a picture of the outfit, smiled and responded 'To be honest, this doesn't look half bad. If this was an actual outfit, I'd wear it.', pressed send, and got a response in almost a minute that read, 'Thank you so much! Thanks for your honest opinion.'. Aaron closed his laptop and went to bed.
In the morning...
Aaron opened the door and was about to leave for school but on the way out he almost tripped over a box that was left on the doorstep. There was a note on it that Aaron picked up and read aloud, "To Ace, from Quiet1." Quiet1 was the one who left Aaron that comment last night, the one about the outfit. Aaron had a strange feeling about this, but just shrugged it off and brought the box inside the house. But he had to make it to school first so he thought he'd take a look inside after class.
Eight hours later...
Aaron made it home and when he got in he immediately grabbed the box off the floor and took it to his room. Aaron sat on his bed and opened the box, and when he saw what was inside, he smiled. "What's with all the junk?" Shadow said as he appeared to Aaron's right. "It's not junk Shadow, it's an outfit." Glare said as she appeared on Aaron's left. "Yep, it's from one of my fans. They think that it'll go great with my name." Aaron said as he picked up the box and headed to his closet, "I'ma try it on." Aaron went to the closet and closed it to try on his outfit.
Aaron came out about a minute and a half later, Aaron came out of his closet in his new look and to be honest, he doesn't look half bad. Aaron's wearing a black T-shirt with a red diamond on the front, and over it he's wearing a jacket that's just like the one he had on before, but instead of blue, black, and white, it's white and black with a black club symbol on the back and a red heart on the right shoulder. He's wearing black jeans and black shoes with white streaks. Around his neck is a new pair of headphones that are also black and white. He's also wearing white face makeup making his face fully white. He's still wearing his glasses however. Over his left eye is a black spade symbol made by black face makeup.
"Well guys, how do I look?" Aaron said to his kwamis. "You look amazing, Aaron." Glare said being honest. "Meh, I guess it's okay." Shadow said. Aaron went up to a mirror that was hung up on his wall and said when he looked in it, "Wow, I look great. I gotta get a picture of this and showed this to everyone." Aaron went to his laptop and opened up his Photo Booth app. He moved the laptop so the camera showed Aaron leaning against the wall with his hands in his jacket. "Can one of you click the the shutter release button on the screen?" Aaron asked one of his kwamis. "Sure thing." Glare said as she went to the computer and clicked the button. Aaron smiled when the camera showed a picture of Aaron in the outfit. Aaron went up to the laptop and logged on to his channel and posted his picture and typed with it, "One of my fans suggested this to me, how does it look on me?". He posted the picture. "I can't wait for Mom and Aarielle to see me wearing this." Aaron said.
Aaron saw that the post already got over fifteen thousand likes in just a few seconds. Aaron chuckled a little when he saw that the big number of likes. That reminded him, he needed to thank Quiet1 for the outfit. He went to his list of subscribes and clicked on Quiet1's name to type them a messege that read, "Thank's for the package. I'm glad to know that there's people who are this creative out there." They responded almost immediately saying, "Thank you. It's what I imagined what you looked like. I was nervous that you wouldn't like it." "What are you talking about? It's something that I know is from the hands of a talented person." There wasn't a reply for twenty seconds then when they finally replied, it just read, "Thanks."