Yes, hi, hello my fans, so nice to, write to you all today, regarding last chapters incident with the last chapter being the first chapter, I have one thing to say.
I made a boo boo, it happens.
But anyway, getting back on track, I'm gonna be doing a little poll, thing, down in the reviews today, just to see what kind of act he should do for the talent show because….fuck if I know what I want him to do, there's so many options.
Anyway, we're going to go ahead with the next chapter of, Past Grief, makes Present Music.
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It was a slow afternoon at duel academy, classes had finished, the weekend was approaching, and the dueling arena was slowly being transformed into a dance hall. Decorations and tables, speakers, everything was looking great.
Except for Chazz, who had begun panicking about how he was going to pull double duty at the talent show.
"Shit, shit, SHIT! How did I let myself get roped into this? This is so bad, I can't cancel on the date with Alexis, that's something I've been after since….day one, but I can't just drop the performance of the masked Musician, that would wreck my chance to wow the school with my musical talents. But I don't even know what I would do for the show!" he lets his head start banging on his bedroom wall, a happy break from all his pacing. Ojama Yellow cautiously popped up to see what the load banging was all about.
"You know boss, the last time you did this, you accidentally gave yourself a black eye, maybe you should give it a rest, for just a moment? Pretty please?" "Oh, like you know so much? Gah!" as he angrily throws one of his textbooks across the room, the resulting thud on the wall was little compensation for the massive amount of papers that flew everywhere, namely his sheet music he'd been working on. Chazz's eyes went wide with horror as it started floating all over the room, gathering his wits, he managed to collect the majority of them, except for the last few by his door. A loud knock was heard just then.
"Hey, Chazz? You in there? It sounds like Syrus trying to get out of bed in the morning in there"
"It does not Jay! And you know it".
Freezing in place, he silently prayed to whatever deity was above to send them away, just let them go.
'Come on, just let them leave, please, just this once!' he quietly pleaded while he reached for the last few at the door. Grabbing them and sliding them under his bed, he straightend himself up, and answered the door.
"Is there something I can do to help you two? Like an eviction notice?" He noted that Jaden and Syrus were alone, and looked, off, something about them wasn't screaming their usual, hyper annoying selves.
"What's going on? Why aren't you two….as annoying as usual?" Syrus shushed him and they both silently walked into Chazz's room. Growing more and more irritated by the moment, he hoped he could quickly kick them out so he could continue his panic attack in peace.
"Hey, Chazz, we uh….look, there's no easy way to put this, but there's more than a few people, who are…..shall we say, less than happy you're going to be the Mc for next week's talent show, and dinner? And some people even less happy that Alexis is going with you to the dance" Syrus tried to tactfully state while Jaden kind of tried to awkwardly stay out of it.
"Chazz, man, there are some P.O'ed guys out there, wanting to duel, you, so they can be Alexis' date, and not you, I recommend you keep a low profile for a while, but maybe get out of your room for a bit, we...kind of saw a bunch of Obelisk fourth years on their way….hehe" Whatever concern Chazz had about getting Jaden and Syrus out of his room, vanished.
It was now about getting him out of his room. Grabbing a bag, and stuffing his sheet music, and pencils into it before the two bozos could see anything, he also grabbed a solid, black, rectangular case, and pushed out of the door and started hightailing it to the docks.
'I never go there, it'd be like the last place anyone would look for me, right?' as he made his way past them and over to the beach, he noticed a few things, namely, a secluded part of the beach leading to an alcove, and some shops setting up before the dance and talent show. Carefully moving around the shops to place his stuff down, he went back to check out the shops, noticing a few interesting items. Wood carved duel disks, leather deck boxes, dueling goggles. But what caught his eye most, was a mask stand, walking over, he saw a wide variety of them, ranging from full head, to just the eyes, smirking to himself, he decided to poke around, finding something that suited him nicely he thought.
Placing it on, it showed Chazz in a white and black mask, the colors splitting down the middle, one color covering each eye, going just on his nose, and tying around the back of his head, he smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
"Not a bad look, if I do say so" LaD stated as it appeared by his side, Chazz started to play with his hair, figuring out how to disguise that would not be easy, but it would need to be done.
Purchasing the mask, and walking back to his stuff, he slowly opened up his black case, showcasing a magnificent black and red guitar, tuning it to his particular desire, he started a slow, easy strum, quickly rising to a fast Flamenco. The sounds could be heard across the beach, but nobody could locate where they were originating. Stopping his flamenco, he pondered if he could do something like that for his performance, when suddenly, he heard footsteps.
Panicking, he threw on the mask, and shed his coat, throwing it aside, he had just enough time to slick back his hair before he heard a voice.
A voice that usually made him pretty happy, but in this instance, it made him full of absolute fear.
"Well, well, well, looks like I'm not the only guitarist on this island after all. Now let's drop the formalities and get down to business." he turned to see a brunette standing before him, his shoulder length hair easily recognizable.
"Let's duel, I win, you lose the mask".
Oh, bananas, that shit got real. Two questions for the lot of you that I actually want answered.
Number 1: Should our new found rival win this upcoming duel? Or Should our protagonist keep his identity a secret? Also, if you correctly guess who our new rival is, you'll get….one clap, that's all you'll get
And Number 2: What would you guys like to see Chazz perform at the talent show, dance, thing.
Soulful piano act.
Swinging Jazz.
Fast Paced Guitar.
High octane Piano
Slow, relaxing guitar.
Or just, something else with one of those three instruments, let me know in the reviews!
Until the next one my dear friends, keep dueling! Keep Reading!