We Don't Want You

I had failed to get my dream song, of being a singer. I knew I didn't have the best look, but I had thought my voice would be enough to publish some records, and maybe attract a few fans. Truthfully I had been an idiot having such hopes. A good singer needed to look good, have good dance skills, well at least enough to move and interact with their audience, and finally they needed a good range of notes with a nice timber that made them sound good. It also helped to have a unique point for your singing as long as it was pleasing to the ear which depended on the song.

With a sigh I wondered just what I could do now. I had gave every ounce of money I had towards pursuing my dream, and now that I couldn't go after it anymore, I had nothing. I had no family. I had no friends. My image had been tainted with my failure. I had plenty of enemies. I had nothing worth keeping myself alive for.

Falling to the ground I just lay on my back as I looked into the once oh so beautiful stars that represented my hope, dreams, and aspirations. I had given myself the stage name of Starstruck to represent it. It represented my feelings towards those in my past who were truly amazed me especially with their hearts of gold. I just wished that I could help people like they did. I wished I could put a smile upon the people's faces as I sung and gave them hope for their futures. I also wished I could be a person who at times was a token of a modicum of what they all experienced at times in their lives. I wished I could be their with my voice acting like a friend who pat my fan's backs and gave them the courage to live on. I however was nothing but a failure that was unable to help a single person however.

Thinking back to my stage name of starstruck, I realized how much I had been blinded from the truth of the matter. No matter how much I did, I would always be a looser who was stuck on the idea of being like the people I idolized unable to ever truly reach that point. Laughing a bit in self depreciation I felt tears slide down both sides of my face. I was a failure.

Then at that moment a twinkle of one of the stars occurred as it turned towards earth shrinking down to the size of a bean. With that it flashed with an unnoticeable speed into the body of a youth. A youth named Daren. Daren was the boy who had all his wishes put into a premature end or at least that was the system's analysis. Taking in the potential host information it bound itself to the Host fully accepting him. It determined that he would work hard once he found a hope of him being a singer again and truly realized it was really able to help him do so.

"System Initiated. Welcome host to the Music System."

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Looking back at the scene I remembered by exaggerated actions and emotions to the incident. I remembered my scream in panic as I wondered where the voice had come from.I remembered thinking I was going crazy. Laughing a bit at the old memory I immersed myself back into the times.

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"Ahhhhhhhh. Where, who, just who in the world said something." Looking all around I found no trace of another person. 'Am I becoming crazy.' It was at this thought I once more heard a voice.

"Host has one free gift from the choices listed out."

Nodding my head in confirmation at my thoughts of finally going crazy I started getting up from the ground and started walking to the hospital after a couple seconds my walk turned into a run and after another couple seconds my run turned into a full out panic attack as I ran for my life and who I was, afraid of losing it fully even if I deserved to die, but in my hysteria such thoughts such as death was put on to the back burner. That's when a screen popped up in front of me causing me to trip over air and fall face first into the ground.

My episode was ended as such abruptly. Getting up from the ground and looking at the options before me I started waving my hands in even bigger panic when my hand smacked a random item off the list letting me feel the screen that by all rights shouldn't be there. That of course fried my little mind and all my mental processes as my brain tried to figure out what was happening. With that I just stood standing dazed for a couple of minutes.

Finally coming to I realized that somehow a new memory was in my mind. It was a memory of a song. A song I hadn't heard of before called Sun Down Below. There was only one word to describe the song. Heavenly.

The song was about how a person feels at night when the sun is down. There feelings of emptiness and their feelings of lonesomeness. The immense sorry and beauty that came from the song blew me away. Getting my head back together I finally realized my situation that had been pushed on me by my accidental choosing of a "Gift" from the "System" as it had called itself.

'Am I now a slave to the system since I received something from it? Is it just a tool like other novels, or is this system alive and just seeks a human out so it can survive.' Long story short I was unable to decide of what I had thought of the system as, but I worried about it. I obviously knew it was real or I wouldn't of gained such an amazing song to sing. That and I also remembered the sensation of the screen I had hit. That's when I noticed something. Next to my thoughts on the song I knew relative information about it from the system including something interesting.

On the song their was a few bars on it and different options I could do for the song including different versions of the song that all shared a simple message to unlock. "Accept the corresponding mission." Blinking a few time I wondered if this was the same process to gain new songs, and what would you behold there they were missions in my mind to unlock songs. I couldn't help but wonder if their was other things.

Exploring I found a skills tab in my mind that read to me Adept singing as my only unlocked skill. I had also found missions for other skills or ones to improve my current one. I had also found the levels of skills that ranged in the order of zero, novice, apprentice, adept, senior, master, grand master, and finally Perfect. The skill is the best in the limits of what the skill offers.

A good example of this would be two skills that increase strength. One increases the strength of the host by a hundred kilo while the other increases it by five hundred kilo. The novice of both skills would be five, while the other would be twenty-five. However Master for the hundred pound one would allow the strength to reach 25 the same as the other increment. This meant the level of the skill was important, but so was the type of skill.

Skills were also separated into types within the store so I could better track down what type of skill I wanted such as if I preferred a dancing or straight up singing skill. Another thing I had noticed was that I could unlock boosts or perks for certain additions to the power of my music such as Anticipation one which would cause people to anticipate a song more. However that would be a double sided thing I decided as to much anticipation can make you seem to be a under performer of the promised quality the song should have according to how anticipated it was. On the good side thought it helped draw in more listeners.

Over all with all the system I was satisfied with it except for one thing. I didn't receive confirmation of my questions from it which made me doubt if it was alive or if it was just ignoring me. Of course sadly for me the system was ignoring its host waiting for it to finish it's overlook of it's functions seemingly cocky, scratch that, straight up cocky as it knew it's host would love itself.