You asked me what I want

And I said I want it all.

You asked me what I'd do

And I said anything.

Don't be afraid

I will always love you so.

Don't be so scared

I won't ever leave you.

I just want to do it all

Be it all

I want everything.

I just want to have it all

But I can't.

Not with you pulling me down.

Please don't hold me down.

I can't help you now.

I don't want this anymore!

Please don't pull me down

Please don't drag me into darkness.

Your tugging on my arm

And you hope that I'd stay.

Your pulling at my sleeve

And you hope that I'd stay.

Don't be afraid

I will always love you so.

Don't be so scared

I won't ever leave you.

I just want to do it all

Be it all

I want everything.

I just want to have it all

But I can't.

Not with you pulling me down.

Please don't hold me down.

I can't help you now.

I don't want this anymore!

Please don't pull me down

Please don't drag me into darkness.

You tried to keep me to yourself

Now I'm leaving you behind.

You tried to keep me from my dream

And now I'm trying to keep away from you!

I just want to do it all

Be it all

I want everything.

I just want to have it all

But I can't.

Not with you pulling me down.

Please don't hold me down.

I can't help you now.

I don't want this anymore!

Please don't pull me down

Please don't drag me into darkness.

The crowd erupted in applause, and one word seemed to reverberate throughout the entire stadium.

"EDYM! EDYM! EDYM!!!!" They all chanted, and the sandy blonde male atop the stage gave them all a cheeky grin. He moved towards the microphone and spoke into it.

"You guys have been absolutely amazing! I'm glad you've enjoyed my show, but unfortunately, that's it for tonight! I'll see you again next time!!!" The crowd started to whine and beg hoping that the young musician would stay and strum a few more tunes on his sitar. The blonde smiled a bit more before disappearing behind the curtains that lead back stage. His happy visage dropped like lead, and a serious face was put in its place.

'Okay, hopefully they liked the performance. Remember man, don't let the break up get to you.' Edym thought to himself as he walked up to a group of men in black business suits.

"Edym, I presume?" one of them asked, and the sandy blonde nodded his head. A smile was present on his visage. "Come, let's talk somewhere more...private."

Edym led the men into the sound check room, a soundproof room that was hidden from crazy fans. Edym sat down in one of the chairs and grabbed the sitar next to him and began to pluck the strings.

"So, what'd ya think?" he asked, his smile ever so present. The men kept blank faces.

"Well, your song was an example of the traditional alternative rock. It's sort of like today's average boy band, like All American Rejects or Fall Out Boy." the man explained, and Edym's smile slowly started to disappear.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked, and the music producers gave him a stern look.

"Well, if you want to make it big, then yes. I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid that the music of today is too similar, that we were really hoping to find something new." The man got up and left with his colleagues as Edym sat staring off into space with a hurt expression on his face. Suddenly, he got up and slammed the sitar down on the ground and started to tear the room apart.

"Hey, Edym? Is everything okay in there? The crowd is still chanting your name and asking for an encore. We need your help out here!" said Edym's manager from the other side of the door. The sandy blonde got up and dragged his destroyed sitar out the room and headed on to the stage, his head hanging low. The audience was still cheering wildly, hoping to here a sample from the melodious youth. Edym came closer to the microphone and spoke into it.

"I'm sorry everyone." he said softly, but the people still managed to hear him. All got quiet as people started question what the musician was doing. "I'm sorry, but I can't continue playing for you anymore. My style, my inspiration, everything I had is disappearing, and I just can't do it anymore. I'm sorry." The blonde musician then took off from the stage and ran out from the concert arena.

Edym sat at the edge of the lake by his house. He had run so far without even thinking of where to go, and he just ended up here. His shoes were thrown in a random direction, and his feet were flitting with the surface of the cold waters.

"What do I do now?" he asked himself as he stared blankly at the lake, hoping that the answers would be given to him by the fish below.

"You guys are lucky." he said aloud as his fingers prodded the surface. "You don't have to deal with all this. I just wish I could die." Almost as if answering his prayers, a jellyfish like thing flitted by Edym's hand giving it a good few shocks with its tentacles. The sandy blonde quickly withdrew his hand.

'Huh,' he thought to himself. 'jellyfish don't live in a lake.'

Edym stripped down to his boxers and dove into the freezing water. He dove deeper and deeper until light was barely filtering through. Edym was about to go back to the surface when he noticed that he was surrounded by all these jellyfish type things. The air escaped him in an underwater gasp, and he began the struggle upwards. Unfortunately, the tentacles of the things wrapped around him and caused everything to go dark as Edym fell deeper towards the bottom.

Edym woke up on a cold floor with what felt like a heavy blanket on him. His body was completely dry, and he felt cold as ice.

"That's the first time that anyone has ever blacked out." came a strangely cocky voice. Edym looked see a man with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes.

"That's enough Number VIII!" came a more commanding voice. Edym then looked over to see a hooded figure atop a tall marble chair.

"Where am I?" Edym asked as he gripped something solid. A brand new blue sitar was in his hand. He carefully plucked the strings, and the sound resonated throughout the room. A smile crept onto his lips, but he didn't really feel happy.

"You, are now Number IX." said the hooded figure.

"What's wrong with me. I can't feel anything. I'm not happy, scared, angry or anything. I feel so cold...and distant." Edym said. The people in the room laughed causing Edym to jump. He had just noticed them. It looked like there were seven others.

"It's the fate of us Nobodies." the hooded figure said again. "Now, you will be know as Number IX, Demyx...the Melodious Nocturne. Welcome, to the organization."