Musickind

A Homestuck Fanfiction

DaveJohn / JohnDave

Chapter Four

You are Dave Strider and you are standing awkwardly in front of a huge concert hall, in your best clothes. And by best clothes, you mean the sweetest pair of jeans anyone had ever set eyes on, a partially-ironed (you ain't no housewife!) button up shirt, and the Aces tux you saved from when you were 13, although you obviously had it modified now that you are a grown man.

Even though you look totally sweet, you are also totally out of place. Is this even the right address? You check the text John sent you. Yes, it is. What the hell, John?

"Mr. Strider?" a sickeningly sweet voice asks you. You look up to find a woman smiling at you inquisitively.

"Wow, didn't know I was that famous," you say, raising an eyebrow. She smiles with more confidence.

"Mr. Egbert said I'd be able to find you with those shades on," she says. Mr. Egbert? What is he, some big hot shot here? "If you would, Mr. Strider, please follow me."

So you do. She was kinda good on the eyes anyway. The lady shows you through a few halls and into a large concert hall. You can't even begin to describe how huge this place was. So many seats! So many rows! And that stage! You could have pretty epic rap battles there that could transcend all the ironies. And dig this: you get front row seats! Then you start to feel just a tiny bit self-conscious. Everyone was dressed in fancy tuxedos and expensive dresses. And there you were. In jeans. But that's okay, because your chill shades makes up for everything.

You guess Mr. Egbert the hot shot will be here any minute and be seated by your side. But minutes start passing by and then you start worrying for the poor guy. What if he got caught in traffic? Or got into a car accident? Or hooked up with a woman and ditched you! Nah, it's Egbert.

But then your fears increased tenfold when the starts start dimming and the stage is lit. The chatter settles down and you look around like a crazy person. Where the hell was Egbert?

Some douchebag comes up on stage and thanks everyone and talks about more stuff you don't care. Until something he says catches your attention.

"Our performer tonight, John Egbert, has prepared several compilations that will surely leave an impression on you all!" he announces, and proceeds to go on about more useless things. Now hold on to your grass-eating, poop-shitting horses! John Egbert? The performer tonight? Woah, woah, woah. What was going on. John Egbert cannot be this… cool?

"Please, everybody, give a warm welcome to Mr. John Egbert!" He raises his arm all ceremonial like and finally leaves. The curtain spreads and Egbert's walking his way over to this real slick looking piano. For a piano, it's pretty damn nice. Egbert catches your eye and gives you one of his signature goofy grins, and you hold up your hand in acknowledgement.

He sits down. Scoots his chair in. Cracks his knuckles. Places his hand on the keys.

And plays.

And those fingers were like magic. You knew Egbert could play the piano, but you didn't know he was Mozart! Egbert's fingers seemed to glide over every key. His foot on the pedal, in perfect rhythm. The music was so soothing, so calming. Classical music wasn't your glass of apple juice, but Egbert's playing was so amazing you couldn't help but to appreciate the music.

The song ended and the trance was broken. The crowd applauded, and you followed suit. Egbert stood up and bowed and looked your way. Aw, hell, you gave him a quick smile. He deserved as much. You guess he was pretty happy as he started bouncing up on his toes. The process went on for a couple more songs, with a few breaks here and there.

It seems Egbert has played the last song on the brochure. People are about to stand up but Egbert quickly reaches for the microphone.

"Please wait, everybody!" He announces, waving his free arm around. Silly Egbert. "Tonight, I've composed an extra song for you all. Please think of it as my special treat for my first performance at this hall! It's dedicated to a very special friend of mine, one whom I've just had the pleasure of getting to know once again." He smiles in your direction and proceeds to the piano.

He sits and takes a deep breath. Once again, his fingers dance across the black and white keys, forming a melody that's quite familiar to you. Where have you heard that song before? It's pretty catchy too. Really catchy. But then the song ends and it's such a shame, it had a pretty rad tune.

And then everyone is standing up. Everyone is cheering. Egbert bows and has the biggest, lamest, stupidest buck-toothy grin on his face. But you can't help it. You're smiling too. You're probably displaying so much emotion, Egbert is flipping the fuck out.

And then you remember the song. It was your song. You remixed this song so long ago. How could you have possibly forgotten?

The song was "Explore Remix".