The harvest time has come!
　　 Looked at the situation in the warehouse again, looked through everything again, and after confirming that there were no omissions, Ye Tian took out his mobile phone and started contacting Benny.
　　 The call was connected instantly, obviously, Benny had been waiting.
　　 "Benny, the rock star warehouse has been cleaned up, you can come and take over"
　　 "Wow! Steven, your movements are too fast, we have just started here, wait a minute, I will be here"
　　 Except for the two guitars, everything else hasn't moved at all. Can't you please?
　　 Ye Tian smiled and put away the phone, then walked over and pushed the rolling door completely up.
　　 Five minutes later, Benny and Jason came to the warehouse door.
　　 "Steven, did you find any other treasures? What's under that piece of black thatch? Do you know that it is the rock star's warehouse?"
　　 As soon as he settled, Jason threw a bunch of questions, and he was even more excited than Benny.
　　 Ye Tian didn't hide it either, smiled and replied:
　　 "I did find a few treasures, two guitars, and four brand new Bose headphones. This warehouse used to belong to Slash of Guns N' Roses, but now it belongs to me!"
　　 "Wow! It turned out to be Slash's warehouse, it's incredible!"
　　 Hearing this answer, Benny and Jason were directly stunned.
　　 Then, Benny immediately showed a regretful expression on his face, very rich!
　　 This fat man regrets it, and he probably regrets his intestines! Regretting that the money he brought was not enough, and the bidding was not firm enough, Ye Tian made a big deal.
　　He understands the value of guitar used by super rock stars! And there are still two!
　　 But what's the use of regret? This is called regret!
　　 Seeing the rich expression changes on Benny's face, Ye Tian smiled suddenly, and the smile was very cheerful and happy!
　　 "Steven, are these these two guitars? Are they signature guitars? If they are, they are too valuable!"
　　 Jason pointed to the guitar next to the stereo and asked, almost dancing with excitement.
　　 "Yes, these are two signature guitars, an acoustic guitar and a double-headed guitar, all signed, so I learned that this warehouse belonged to Slash before"
　　 "Can I take a look at these two guitars? Does our deal also include these two guitars?"
　　 Benny pointed to the guitar and asked, extremely excited, even greed began to flash in his eyes.
　　Slash's double-headed guitar! Not those two famous double-headed guitar? if! That's a sky-high guitar!
　　 Ye Tian shook his head firmly.
　　What are you kidding? Want to see these two guitar, there are no doors! I'm afraid you will never be able to pull it out in your eyes!
　　"Excuse me, Benny, you can't watch these two guitars. They are not included in the transaction. I'm going to take them home.
　　 I used to be a fan of Guns N' Roses, maybe I would collect them to commemorate that beautiful youth! And the years of burning passion! "
　　 "Cut!"
　　 Benny and Jason made a contemptuous voice together.
　　Who believe it! Your kid will collect these two guitars? I'm afraid they will become a lot of dollars tomorrow!
　　 Hearing Ye Tian's clear and firm rejection, Benny and Jason could only dispel the idea of ​​looking at these two guitars.
　　 "Dude, you are really the darling of God, and you dug up the baby again. It's incredible!"
　　 Jason sighed with envy.
　　 A look of regret appeared in his eyes at this time, obviously regretting not agreeing to Ye Tian before becoming a partner, otherwise he would definitely have a share of the windfall today.
　　 Ye Tian just smiled for Jason's emotion, but did not respond.
　　 The answer is obvious, nothing more is redundant!
　　 You can start trading!
　　 Thinking of this, Ye Tian immediately said to Benny:
　　 "You can estimate the price, in addition to these two guitars, and a pair of headphones I put away, the rest are sold, I believe you will offer a reasonable price"
　　 Speaking of the topic, Benny immediately put away his envious expression and the trace of greed in his eyes, and became a shrewd second-hand shop owner and businessman again!
　　 "Okay, I will start to estimate, Steven, and I will ask one more time, are you really going to sell those two guitars? I will give you the most reasonable price, even if it is more, it is possible!"
　　 Benny still misses the two signature guitars, making the last effort.
　　 "No! Benny, you have to die! I am a loyal fan of Guns N' Roses, how can I sell my idol's guitar for dollars? That's blasphemy, blasphemy of music! I can't tolerate it!"
　　 Ye Tian firmly refused, and then joked with Benny.
　　 "Cut! It's only if you believe it! I'm starting to estimate"
　　 Benny rolled his eyes directly, stunned Ye Tian, ​​and completely lost his heart to meddle in the signature guitar.
　　 It is impossible to take advantage of this little fox!
　　 Then he walked to the rest of the treasures enthusiastically. Taking down these top music equipment would also make him a lot of dollars. Can he be unhappy?
　　 Jason also rolled his eyes, suppressed his endless envy, and started to evaluate together.
　　 This is already a second valuation, so it is very fast, and it is over in five or six minutes.
　　 Benny returned to Ye Tian again, with a bright smile that is characteristic of a profiteer, and his eyes shone brightly.
　　The battle for the dollar has officially begun!
　　 "Steven, these babies are very good, I decided to eat them all, what do you think of 28,000 dollars?"
　　 Although this dead fat man smiled in a warm spring breeze, his shot was extremely harsh, and he offered a super low price.
　　 Hearing this quotation, Ye Tian was taken aback for a moment, and then asked with a smile:
　　 "Benny, do you think the price is right? I am a 32,000-shot warehouse, and I have three sets of top studio headphones. They are brand new and absolutely valuable!"
　　 A trace of embarrassment flashed across Benny's face, his price was indeed low, and Ye Tian couldn't agree.
　　 But profiteers are profiteers, and they all have the skill to change their faces.
　　 His expression returned to normal in an instant, as if nothing had happened, and the new quotation was released immediately.
　　 "Then 32,000 is a very reasonable price, how about it? If possible, I will write a check immediately!"
　　 Ye Tian shook his head firmly and refused, and then quoted his price.
　　 "My initial estimate for this warehouse was US$38,000. I also listened to other people's estimates. It was basically the same. With the addition of these three top monitor headphones, I think US$42,000 is an ideal price."
　　 Benny's fat face twitched, this kid is too thief, the price is really high!
　　 At the time of the auction, Benny estimated the warehouse at around 36,000. Of course, this is the buying price, and the selling price is much more than that.
　　 Now that he heard the estimate reported by Ye Tian, ​​he immediately understood that it was impossible to take advantage of the price.
　　 "$42,000 is too expensive! Then I will have no profit, 36,000, this is my limit!"
　　 This is a bit sincere, not far from the expected price!
　　 Ye Tian moved in his heart, then smiled and repaid the price.
　　 "Forty thousand dollars, the lowest price!"
　　 "Still too expensive! I can't accept it"
　　 Although Benny moved a little, he shook his head and refused.
　　 "Well then, these are all music equipment. Whether they can be used normally is very important and the fundamental basis for judging their value.
　　 Although these devices look intact, who knows if there are any hidden problems? We can check them one by one to see their operation.
　　 If there is no problem and it is intact, then it is 40,000 US dollars, if there is something wrong, then 36,000 US dollars, or even lower is fine, is this OK? "
　　 Ye Tian still insisted on his price, and made another concession.
　　 Of course, he has the bottom line about the performance of these equipment, knowing that every piece of equipment is intact, and the inspection is just a formality.
　　 But Benny doesn't know!
　　 So when he heard this suggestion, he was immediately tempted, which undoubtedly minimizes the risk, even if the price is high, it is very cost-effective.
　　 After pondering for two or three seconds, Benny nodded and agreed to Ye Tian's condition.
　　 "OK! I accept this condition"
　　 "Okay! So what are you waiting for? Let's start testing!"
　　 Ye Tian shook hands with Benny excitedly, and then quickly walked towards the top sound system.
　　 At this time, he was very excited. In addition to receiving a large sum of dollars, he was also excited to be able to experience top-quality audio at the closest distance.
　　 Benny and Jason were equally excited, both watching Ye Tian's movements with bright eyes, waiting for the moving music to sound.
　　 A minute or two later, Frank Sinatra's charming singing voice began to fill this small warehouse, making the three men here instantly fascinated by the music.
　　 "And-now, the-end-is-near"
　　 (Now, my end is near)
　　 "And-soI-face-the-final-curtain"
　　 (face to the end of life)
　　...
　　 "The--shows-I-took-the-blows"
　　 (Time has proved that I have withstood the hardship)
　　 "And-did-it-my-way"
　　 (in my own way)
　　 "Yes, it-was-my-way"
　　 (yes, this is my way)
　　...
　　 After the end of the song, the warehouse was completely silent, only the sound of the turntable turning gently.
　　 For a long time, everyone just woke up from the drunkenness.
　　 "This is the best "My Way" I've ever heard, Frank Sinatra's singing is like a natural sound! This is music!"
　　 Benny sighed with excitement, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
　　 "It's Frank! It's the top audio equipment! It's so beautiful! I don't want to shoot it anymore. Really wants to keep myself enjoying music. This should be a great choice!"
　　 I really enjoy this music, Ye Tian is a little bit reluctant!
　　 "Hahaha, Frank's singing is not as touching as green dollars after all, it's $40,000, it's done!"
　　 Benny laughed and stretched out his fat hand, his eyes flashing with dollar signs.
　　 The value of this set of audio equipment is definitely higher than everyone's estimate. It must be adjusted by professionals, so it can show such a peak state.
　　 Although a little bit unwilling, Ye Tian happily shook hands with Benny.
　　 "The deal! Congratulations, Benny, you got a big deal!"
　　 "hahaha"
　　 The fat man started to laugh out loud, laughing very freely!
　　 The next step is simple, write a check, collect money, and complete the transaction!
　　 Then he chatted a few more words, and Ye Tian took two guitars and left, and walked to his storage bin.
　　 "I have a hunch, the storage bins must also be very valuable! Even higher than this one!"
　　 Benny looked at Ye Tian's back and said, his eyes full of envy.
　　 "There is no doubt that Steven is the luckiest guy I have ever met!"
　　 Jason is also very envious.
　　...
　　 "I-faced-it-all-and-I-stood-tall"
　　 (I straighten up and face it bravely)
　　 "And-did-it-my-way"
　　 (in my own way)
　　 "My-Way" was floating in the warehouse corridor, and it was Ye Tian humming softly.
　　 This is my way! A golden road!

P.S: In a previous chapter and in this chapter the western name of Ye Tian (Steven) appear and the original author use both names usually in determinated occasion, so don't feel strange they are the same person.

Obs: This is a novel original in chinese, I only translated to english.

Ye Tian, who was in desperate situation, found that the world in his eyes had changed, becoming radiant and dazzling!

Antiques, famous paintings, gold, diamonds, and jewellery are all available at your fingertips!

The pirate treasures of Cocos Island, the Nazi gold in the depths of the ocean, the Mayan civilization in the jungle, the secrets of King Solomon, the disappearing Atlantis,….

They are no longer mysterious, but completely opened the door, just waiting for Ye Tian to explore and discover.

What are you waiting for?

set off!

"Battle of the Century," in a certain southern district of Yanzhou.
A large motorcade was traveling toward the destination announced by the game's system.
Milo looked at the map, surveyed the surrounding terrain, and asked the others, "The new district is in this direction, right?" He cast a glance at Fang Zhao, who was sitting on the roof of the car beside them. Seeing that Fang Zhao did not look over, he looked toward Jinro and Dorrian, who nodded. Only then did Milo give a sigh of relief. He had not given the wrong directions this time.
Now Milo only had one word for Fang Zhao: respect!
Prior to this, he just had not understood why Fang Zhao had kept forcing them to learn those skills. When it came for them to start fleeing, only then did he realize the importance of these skills. Others might spend more time trying to adapt midway through the fleeing process, and the odds of losing lives would thus be greater. In addition, once someone lost their life, they might not be able to keep up with the speed of their team. This was due to the time restriction the system placed on logging back in after a death.
And these other people, who felt they were unable to kill any monsters or pick up any points following the SilverLight team, were now falling over each other to ride on their coattails, and could not be chased away. These people were not foolish; they knew the best chance of survival was following the team. The penalties for dying just once were very severe! By following the SilverLight team, they could hide inside the vehicles and avoid greater danger. They also finally realized that experience points did not increase just by killing monsters nonstop. Tiring oneself and dying would lead to the entire week's experience points being wiped, and many times, just by surviving longer, the experience points would automatically be higher.
This was also the reason many people called "Battle of the Century" a survival game, not a monster-slaying game. Survival was of the utmost importance. Whatever one wished to do, they would have to guarantee their own life first. It was only to live that killing monsters became necessary.
The motorcade following the SilverLight team were not all members of SilverLight. A majority were other players from District 79 that had convened together, and the ranks were made up of many teams, with SilverLight at the head.
Without reporters chasing after them, the SilverLight members were more spirited as they played. However, even though there were no reporters trying to stop them, at all times, the SilverLight team was still the focal point of attention in the motorcade.
Two people were discussing in hush tones. "Hey, have you seen what 500Years-god looks like?" AliveAfter500Years's ID was too long, so people referred to him in private as 500Years.
"Nope, I only saw him killing monsters, and he was so f*cking cool. My eyes could not keep up with the speed he switched guns at!"
"Are you guys new here? What's so great about switching guns? Back when they brought us along when fleeing District 79, the way he drove the car was more like flying. Many times during those drifts, I thought that he would fly straight out! He could even kill monsters while driving, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand wielding a gun!" someone else exclaimed, and he clicked his tongue in approval.
"Seems like nobody even knows the real identity of 500Years-god yet. So many paparazzi, but they were unable to dig out any info?"
"Who knows? However, according to past practices, Fiery Bird's annual gala is coming soon. SilverLight seems to have settled in the top 10 and will be invited. At that time, we will all find out for ourselves."
"Oh, that's right. I really hope Fiery Bird's annual gala comes quickly. When is it going to be?"
"I heard it is set 100 days after the release date of 'Battle of the Century,' so soon, I guess. Probably around the 8th or 9th January."
"Isn't that a wait of over 20 days?"
"Just wait. In any case, no one has been able to dig out any information regarding his true identity."
"What about the paparazzi king? Wasn't there a rumor that the paparazzi king who was jailed on another planet was released? Why hasn't there been any activity?"
At that moment, the paparazzi king who was being talked about in private was telling their revered 500Years-god a story.
Wang Tie was at Fang Zhao's side, recounting his own experiences from when he had been a war journalist. Besides being in charge of shooting the team's publicity film, he held a concurrent post of telling Fang Zhao stories. At the start, he had wished to brag about himself, but later on, he had felt like he was in a film during ancient times where those nobles would hire storytellers for entertainment at taverns.
But when he thought about Fang Zhao paying him from his own pocket, Wang Tie changed his attitude and continued telling Fang Zhao about the sights and sounds he had experienced while serving his jail term. Being dragged to be a war journalist was just one of the many experiences from his time as a prisoner.
At the start, Wang Tie had only wished to recount some of his dreadful past experiences to frighten Fang Zhao, since he was enlisting to clear his military service next year. His stories were bound to scare that little brat. However, after finishing his story, Wang Tie realized that Fang Zhao only sighed and exclaimed "There are no easy times." He simply did not look the least bit frightened.
Wang Tie did not understand what Fang Zhao meant by "There are no easy times," but he knew he wouldn't get an answer by asking Fang Zhao. He had already been beaten numerous times by Fang Zhao, and he secretly hoped that Fang Zhao would hurry up and enlist. Without Fang Zhao around, he would be free to do as he wished in Yanzhou. Otherwise, as long as that person existed, he would always feel a pair of eyes on him, making him uneasy.
After talking for a bit, Wang Tie shot a quick glance at Fang Zhao and thought, This brat's mind has wandered again.
As Wang Zhao was thinking, Fang Zhao suddenly faced a certain direction, as if carefully identifying the issue.
"Something's coming, and not just a few."
Fang Zhao's one sentence made all members of the team spring to high alert immediately.
"Prepare for battle!" Jinro roared, getting up and assigning tasks to others. Besides their team, he needed to assign the other people within the motorcade. This group of survivors needed to cooperate and work together as a team if they wanted to head forth to the new district. 
"The warning device hasn't even sounded, where is the dang—" before he could even finish, the warning device on his hand sounded.
People beside him rolled their eyes. "A new member? Get used to it. You can't go wrong following SilverLight members."
On this journey, everyone had gotten used to it. From doubts at the start to being fully convinced by now. Most people would not be so foolish as to provoke Silver Light members. Their battle strength was there for all to see, and their survival skills were top notch. In any case, all these people needed to do was follow after the SilverLight members.
But there was some doubt in many people's hearts. Why was it Jinro who was in charge of assigning tasks and not AliveAfter500Years? Had Jinro surpassed AliveAfter500Years and squeezed him out? But normally, Jinro and the others still called AliveAfter500Years "Boss." Could it be that AliveAfter500Years himself did not wish to be captain or vice captain and had passed the roles to Jinro and Dorrian? Or were there some secret circumstances?
The outside was full of gossip, and many tabloids even speculated that SilverLight was having an internal power struggle and that other people had join forces to crowd AliveAfter500Years out.
Some members of the motorcade had asked Schwarzer in private, as they felt that a university student would break easily. In the end, Schwarzer had not revealed any important information. When asked whether he had joined forces with the others to overthrow AliveAfter500Years, Schwarzer was so scared he jumped up. "Overthrow? I don't have that sort of guts!"
Schwarzer would never forget when Fang Zhao had come to recruit him. Back then, he had learned a little martial arts and had wanted to show off in front of Fang Zhao. In the end, he had been kicked straight offline. It was still painful even now. Ever since then, he had been training diligently, both online and offline.
"Heh, Mr Huo Li, make sure you take good-looking shots of me later!" Schwarzer did not forget to remind Wang Tie before the battle started. 
"Idiot, nobody can see what you look like with a helmet on!" Jake chided disdainfully. "Handsome, definitely handsome. Don't worry, everyone, have trust in my skills. When the publicity film is released, you shall all know." Wang Tie laughed.
Jinro pointed out an area in their ranks. "Boss, there are some people in a dormant[1] state there, and they are unable to battle over on that side. They are lacking in manpower, so we have to leave it to you."
"Got it." Fang Zhao walked over.
When everyone was at their assigned spots, the warning devices were all flashing red, but they did not have concrete numbers.
First-generation warning devices that could be exchanged using credits had many functions that were not complete. When the beast hordes were smaller, they still worked fine, but when there were too many beasts, they became inaccurate. According to records in history books, the warning devices had further upgraded versions, but for now they could only use the first generation.
The SilverLight team members thought in their hearts, The first gen warning devices are not as easy to use as our boss. As long as Fang Zhao is around, encountering any situation is a breeze.
"Fire!"
With that command, the previously tranquil surface exploded to life. Gunshots from many different types of guns filled the air. Showers of dust rose into the air as bullets peppered the ground. The howls and wails of the horde of mutated beasts, together with the cursing from the human side, all mashed together, forming a strange and fantastic symphony.
Wind picked up dust along the way and carried it off to somewhere far off in the distance.
It was another battle that lasted close to an hour. After the last beast was exterminated, there was only jubilant laughter within the motorcade.
Dorrian looked toward Jinro. "Shall we call it a day?" Generally speaking, after an hour of high-intensity battle, they would all disconnect to rest. While in-game, even if the warning devices were not sounding, they still needed to remain vigilant, which was too tiring. As this was still a game, for the sake of making it enjoyable, the difficulty was also slightly lowered. If it were really during the Period of Destruction, surely some would have collapsed from exhaustion and fallen into despair.
Jinro glanced at Fang Zhao and saw him nod his head. "Let's call it a day. Head offline to rest up. Remember to put away the vehicles. Who was it that forgot to keep them the last time..."
At Silver Wing's 50th floor gaming studio.
When Jinro and the others exited from the gaming cabins, drenched in sweat, the assistants and medical team rushed forward to surround them.
Milo gulped down a glass of water and sat down, panting, allowing the medical team to do a checkup.
"What do you think the boss is doing now?" Milo said, panting.
Jinro glanced at the time. "Probably preparing for his webcast lesson."
Having just logged out of the game and he could immediately prepare for his webcast lesson without being affected...
Schwarzer and a few others eyed each other and sighed. "Simply not human."
"I really want to see the reactions when everyone finds out the true identity of AliveAfter500Years." Dorrian chuckled. "Another 20-odd days."
The other members in the team all laughed as well. Indeed, everyone would be dumbfounded.
At the other end, after logging off, Fang Zhao took a shower before heading into his study to read a little. There was a lot of knowledge he still needed to study about the New Era. Whenever he was free, Fang Zhao would absorb this information.
When the time came, Fang Zhao turned on his webcast and began teaching.
The channel for his webcast was "Silver Wing Education." Fang Zhao would record himself, and the projection would be sent to the "Silver Wing Education" broadcasting studio, which would then stream it to the audiences.
When Silver Wing Education's anchor received Fang Zhao's cue, the image cut away.
Fang Zhao was holding a guitar with the prominent NaZ logo. Behind him, the wall was adorned with NaZ guitars of different types and designs.
"Today, I will not be teaching everyone the strumming technique. Due to the number of viewers and subscribers increasing and asking questions, today I will focus on explaining various guitar types for beginner students and how to choose them. Everyone knows folk guitars, classical guitars, and electric guitars and their special characteristics. Guitars can also be divided into hollow wood guitars, hollow electric guitars, semi-hollow electric guitars, and solid-body electric guitars. Take a look behind me..."
Fang Zhao briefly talked about the different types of guitars, how people of different ages should choose guitars of an appropriate size, how the guitar felt, the grades of guitars, and other fundamental knowledge for choosing one.
Why Fang Zhao had chosen to talk about this was because of the latest fad of a type of pretentious magical instrument—guitar.
The campus romance flick that Natiwuzi had invested in—"A Guitar Romance," starring Ji Polun—had been released, and the advertisements were good. The photograph of the male lead's posture with a guitar strapped to his back captivated the hearts of many. Ancient guitars had seen a sharp spike in popularity, especially among students.
During Fang Zhao's previous webcast lessons, he had not talked about this fundamental knowledge at the start. The viewers of his webcast were mostly industry professionals, and even those who were not in the industry still had experience with some ancient musical instruments, so Fang Zhao had not needed to tell them much and had instead been able to focus on strumming techniques. Now that the webcast viewers were rising exponentially, though, many beginner students had asked questions, so Fang Zhao needed to first use some time to focus on the basics. Even just picking a guitar to use it as a display ornament, these people also needed to know how to choose a guitar, how to hold a guitar, and how to not get scammed by unorthodox sellers.
...
Inside a certain residential building in Qi'an City.
In the New Era, there were six years of secondary school. A boy who was still in secondary year five carried the present he had pestered his parents so long for, a hollow-center wooden guitar. Adjusting the straps, he copied the main lead's manner before he went on stage to perform in "A Guitar's Love." He adjusted the guitar till it was below his waist level, stretching his face as he looked in the mirror and did a cool pose.
"Handsome! But it doesn't seem like the original."
The boy then adjusted the strap and posture once more, this time following the manner of certain band members he had watched videos of. He adjusted the guitar below his chin and put on a bowtie.
"Even more handsome! But it doesn't harmonize well."
Pondering for a bit, the boy then went online and saw how a guitar should look like when strapped on the back. He adjusted the strap once more, faced the head down, and strapped it to his back.
"Something still feels lacking." As he was saying this, he ran over to his father's drawer and took out an ancient-looking cowboy hat. He plucked a strand of grass from the balcony where his mother's plants were and stuck it in his mouth. Facing the mirror once more, he struck a few laid-back poses.
"F*cking handsome!"
Nailing down his look for today, the boy whistled a tune as he left for school.
He had just left his neighborhood when he saw another fellow male student from his school who was carrying a guitar on his shoulder as if it were an ancient shovel seen in those Old Era movies. Looking at him, it seemed... rather cool.
Whatever, he could change to that appearance tomorrow.
Secondary school and university teachers watched helplessly as they found their own students acting pretentious, changing their guitar poses daily. But to the students, they felt that carrying their own guitars on their backs was showing off their own personality and style!
As nostalgic styles returned this year, the pretentious style of carrying a guitar became a sort of "politically correct" fad in schools.
[1] probably afk


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.


The next few months flew by for everyone else. But, to me, it seemed to drag. I went through the motions of the day, playing gigs with my band, shopping for clothes for stage and for the trip, but I was secretly looking over my shoulder, waiting for Logan, hoping beyond all hope that he would come walking through the door.
"What's up?" Noah asked after our band rehearsal one night. We were leaving for our tour in just a few days, so I pushed the thought of Logan out of my mind and spent my time saturated in the music. But it wasn't the same. I wasn't the same.
"Hum?" I asked, finishing the rift I'd been playing, half paying attention. The studio spent the bucks and got me three new guitars to switch between during the show: two electric guitars and another plugged-in acoustic. I'd been using them over the past few weeks, and I loved the feel of them.
"Alyssa, stop and look at me."
"How's Stacy?" I asked. It'd been the same thing week after week. He's concerned, I deny.
"Damn it! Stop changing the subject and look at me, Alyssa," Noah said. He was the only one that could get by with talking to me that way.
I let out an exasperated breath as I squealed my rift to an abrupt halt. "What?" It wasn't as if I didn't already know what he was going to say. After all, he'd already said it a hundred times before.
Noah let out his breath in a rush. "Alyssa, let him go."
I wheeled around and glared at him. "I already have! What do you think I've been doing over these past few months, anyway?"
"Existing," Noah replied flatly. "Look, Allie. I know what you're going through, but you have to let him go."
"You know what I'm going through?" I asked, a bit too loudly. Everyone was packing up, and stopped to stare, so I lowered my voice. "You have no idea what I'm going through."
He nodded. "Yeah. You're right," he said as he placed his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "The one I love is at home, waiting for me, pregnant with my child. So, no; I don't know what you're going through. But I do know that you can't throw your life away for him. You have a future "
"Yeah. I know." I gave him a pat on the chest. "But I'm not throwing anything away."
"The hell you're not!"
Everyone stopped packing up to stare again.
"Everything okay?" Shawn asked as he stepped away from his guitar case.
I nodded. "Everything's fine."
He nodded, but gave Noah a dirty look as he turned his attention back to his bass guitar.
"Alyssa," Noah began again in a lower voice. "You're going through the motions of your life, but you've lost something."
"What?"
He shook his head, trying to find the right words. "I don't know  the life inside of you, I guess." He let out a deep breath. "You've lost your joy. And if you don't find it soon, then you may lose it forever. I don't want that to happen to you."
I nodded. At the far side of the room, Craig stood in silhouette. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Noah. "I appreciate it, 
but I have everything under control."
He nodded, and then looked over his shoulder and gave Craig a dirty look. "Just be careful."
"I appreciate that," I said, forcing a smile. "Okay, Teddy Bear. Time to go home to your wife."
He smiled and nodded as he picked up his guitar. "Just think about what I said."
Craig walked up and looked around at the band. "That's what I'm here to talk to all of you about," he said in a loud voice, catching everyone's attention. Everyone stopped and looked at him. "Since you're leaving for the tour in a few days, take the rest of the time off. Meet me at the bus in the studio parking lot Monday. Take the weekend to be with your families and rest up. We'll leave bright and early Monday morning." Everyone cheered. "But if you're not there by six in the morning, we're going to leave your ass behind."
"That means you, Brett!" Wyatt teased.
"Fuck you!" Brett replied.
"Hey!" Noah intervened. "There's a lady present."
Brett looked at me and smirked. "Sorry, but Alyssa's one of the guys."
"Ha, ha," I said, smiling as I closed up my guitars. 
"Wait. I'll help you carry them out," Noah said.
"I have them," I said as I packed up my last guitar. "Go home, big brother. I've got this."
"Not on your life."
"I'll help her," Craig said, as he stepped up, crossing the room quickly.
I gave him a dirty look. "Craig, I'll be there Monday. But I think that you've already done enough."
Ignoring me, he crossed the room and picked up two of the guitars.
Noah looked at me with his eyebrows raised, asking me silently if I was good with it.
I nodded once, and then turned back to Craig. "Craig, let's just keep this professional. I'll be there Monday."
Holding the two guitars, Craig nodded toward the door.
"Are you okay?" Noah asked, waiting for my answer. He obviously didn't like leaving me alone with Craig.
Everyone else had already left.
I nodded. "I'll be fine. See you Monday."
He forced a smile. "Okay. See you then."
I picked up the other two guitars and watched as Noah walked out the door. Then, I turned my attention toward Craig. "What?"
"Is that any way to talk to your agent?" he asked, headed toward the door. 
I shrugged. "When he sets me up and chases off my fiancé, then yes."
He stopped and looked into my eyes. "I don't know what you think you saw, but I didn't have anything to do with that. I didn't know Bryant was going to kiss you like that."
"Liar!" I yelled. "You saw Logan and you set me up! But for the life of me, I can't imagine why."
"I did no such thing," he said, setting down a guitar. The warehouse had cleared out and we were alone. "But if you really think that, then I'll be glad to step down as your manager. I know several other managers who would jump at the chance to represent you."
I took a deep breath. "What was that wad of money you handed him?"
He smiled without humor. "I was paying him under the table for the gig, Alyssa!" Craig took a deep breath and licked his lower lip, collecting his thoughts. "He owes the IRS some back taxes, and I paid him under the table. No paper trail. But keep that between us."
I shook my head in disbelief, not knowing what to think. "You mean that Bryant Hall just randomly kissed me?"
Craig shrugged. "He's been known to do it," he said, letting out a deep breath. "Alyssa, he's used to girls falling at his feet. But I had a talk with him and told him that if he ever pulled something like that with you again then I'd drop him and his new band."
I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
He nodded. "Seriously." He bent down and picked up the guitars again as a slight smile spread across his lips. "Come on. I have a little surprise for you."
I rolled my eyes. "You've got to be kidding."
"As a gesture of good faith," he added, unable to contain his smile. When I stepped outside, I couldn't believe my eyes. My sister Greer was leaning against my car door.
"Well, it's about time you came out," Greer said, pushing away from the car. "So, what's this I hear about a nationwide tour?"




Sophie Slade is the author of paranormal and contemporary romance. She started writing at the age of fourteen when she took a Creative Writing class and she was hooked. After college, she worked as a reporter, but went back to her first love--writing fiction. Sophie believes that love conquerors all, which is reflected in her stories. Sophie has a Bachelor of Arts in Communications, News Editorial sequence, from the University of Tennessee at Martin, and a minor in English. She currently resides in Florida with her husband, children, a persnickety cat, and a very bossy dog. Look for her books anywhere books are sold.

On her way to Nashville to try her hand at a singing career, Alyssa Collins meets Logan Ambrose, her soul mate in every way. Not only is he a great singer and guitar player, he has a down-to-earth personality to die for. Soon, he proposes and they make plans for the future, but everything changes in an instant. A month later, she wakes from a coma only to learn that her life has changed forever. 
Lost and distraught, Alyssa tries to make sense of her life. Needing to make a change, she puts her singing career behind her and finds herself in law school. Ten years later, she is a lawyer at a prestigious firm. 
When Alyssa goes to New York for a political fund raiser, something happens that changes her life again. With more questions than answers, can she find it in herself to go on with her life … if tomorrow never comes?


An artist, Lovetta has been working on multiple music projects to no avail. She has been under SO much stress trying to make them all work, but they just aren't selling for some odd reason. "Hmm... There must be something missing to the tunes." She said to herself when suddenly, she could hear a woman singing some Blues genre music, and boy, could she sing. Lovetta wondered through the studio hallway to find out which room she was singing in, once she found the room, she opened the door, and there, standing in the recording room, was a petite woman, who looked like she was about eighteen, but that's because she only looks young, however there is a valuable lesson that Lovetta learned over the years, NEVER judge a person's age by their outer appearance. Once the singer was done singing her songs she exited the recording part of the room, looked at Lovetta, beamed a kind smile, and spoke, "Are you here to do some recordings as well?" Everyone turned to look at Lovetta who now felt like she was the one who didn't belong in the crowd until the studio producer snickered a bit before he said anything, "Who? Lovetta here? She only works on making mix instrumental albums, no way she would be in here to do a recording with us. Besides, her albums aren't selling anyways, so no one bothers to give her a helping hand because they don't want to be dragged down with her." He chuckled after that strong and harsh statement. "Well, I would very much like to hear her albums and know what kind of instruments she leans more on. I'm Danielle by the way, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lovetta." She said with her hand out for a handshake and Lovetta took her hand, softly moved them up and down, and then finally pulled her hand away. "My studio room is this way, Danielle." She pointed in the direction they needed to go after they left the room and made their way to Lovetta's recording room. Once they got inside, it was COMPLETELY different than the room they were just in, there are microphones, but they are preoccupied by multiple instruments, one is just strings violins, electric violins, cellos, harps, upright bass, violas, acoustic guitars, bass guitars, and electric guitars, then the brass, trumpets, tubas, and trombones, percussions, such as drums, foreign drums, bass drums, to name a few, wind instruments, the flute and recorders,  and one with just different kinds of pianos, like a harpsichord, grand piano, keyboard, and many others. "My word! I have never seen so many instruments grouped like this!" Exclaimed Danielle.

Lovetta, is a struggling music artist who is trying to pay her bills without selling out. One day, she receives an offer from a rich, famous and strikingly beautiful singer who wants her to design her new album cover. They decide to make some videos of them working together as a promotion for the album’s release, but to everyone’s surprise, their popularity explodes online as they gain several fans who love their chemistry and ‘ship’ them together! The singer’s manager suggests they capitalise on their chemistry and have a fake marriage, but the only problem? Lovetta is truly in love with the singer! Will she be able to hide her feelings?

This isn't the first time the Xavier School of Music's band, Mild Savagery, had organized a Benefit Concert for the children at the orphanage. Alexander's band did charity work from time to time.
They also volunteered for fundraising animal shelters and the homeless if they had the time so that they could also contribute to society and improve their image.
Well the truth was, they were not really concerned about the image and they just wanted to help. It was a wonderful feeling to help those who are in need.
The crowd thundered out front as Alexander belted out lyrics that made the fangirls dance and scream in excitement.
Halfway through the show, Garred, Marco, London, and Alexander were already shirtless and sweaty under the lights, their T-shirts were thrown into the delirious knot of fans who had paid a premium to stand right in front of the stage.
Alexander's shirt had been caught by a young woman who'd screamed and clutched it to her chest before pulling it on over her sparkly top (which brings back memories of Red who cheered for him on a tattoo contest) while London's by a guy who'd held it up like a trophy. The two fans were part of an enormous sold-out crowd.
It will always be exhilarating to hear and to be the reason of the crowd's roars, feel the beat of the music under his feet, hear the sound of his own voice and the raw ferocity in it as the band slowed down to play a ballad about loss and redemption that Blake has successfully projected as he pressed the keys on his piano.
On the next few songs, Garred, Marco, and London worked their magic fingers over their guitars while Alexander took the microphone to belt out a rock anthem that had the crowd raising their arms and joining in.
Alexander was sure the tattoos on his arms and back (which Red lied that it would be gone within two weeks) shimmered under the lights, his muscles defined by the sweat that gleamed on his skin.
Alexander wished Red could see him right now and sincerely hope that she wanted to lick his body up. Wishful thinking aside, he hoped she will realize that he was doing this for her. Alexander was here because of her.
Partly.
Alexander scanned the audience and his mouth curved in a smile when she saw the familiar bright red hair and thought it was his Cat. He narrowed his eyes and stared again at the spot where the girl stood but unfortunately, it wasn't her.
Disappointed, Alexander took the microphone once more and exhaled. He started in on one of the band's biggest hits.
Where the fuck was she?
Hadn't she overhear from the female students that Mild Savagery (especially, Alexander) was here for the Benefit Concert?
Alexander was starting to lose hope.
Marco leaned in closer to Garred and London right then, the three playing their guitars off one another in a rhythm that was immediately picked up on and echoed by and Blake and Jason. It made it clear exactly how long all of them had been friends and musicians together.
God, they were good at what they do. They can be downright assholes but Alexander loved them with his soul.
He appreciated the amount of sheer skill it took to do what they did. They practiced non-stop yesterday and earlier today. The lights and the fireworks made a good show, but behind it was music, solid and pure. 
Cat didn't attend the event this morning so Alexander hoped he could see her tonight this time. The six of them were goofing around this afternoon after the first event of their Benefit Concert, with Blake taking the mike, Marco on the drums, London on the keyboard, while the rest played on guitars. Even if they were all out of their comfort zones, they could still make great music. 
So much talent. They would be legends someday if they stayed together through the bullshit that comes with fame.
These are rough times, booze, partying, and girls.
But at least they don't do drugs.

Cathryn Woods was a Fine Arts student, who joined a Tattoo Design Contest, in which her best friend, her model, failed to show himself on that fateful day at the event. Desperate for the winner's cash prize so that she could pay for her school fees at an Art University, she convinced (well 'convince' is rather an understatement), a random guy at the beach she found to be her model instead. Her model turned out to be Alexander, a playboy who was the lead vocalist of a rising teenage boy band, and is it a coincidence that they go to the same university?

Their flirty conversations and humorous banter also made their mutual like for each other bloom. Things will take into a serious turn when the redhead realized she fell hopelessly in love for the first time and with a player nonetheless, whom she met last summer. 

Will she be brave enough to risk herself in the name of love? Even auditioning as a supporting vocalist for the band just so she could always be near Alexander? What will Cathryn do if she knew that one of the band members had also caught the love bug for her? 

Messy love triangles are fun, yes, but Cathryn wished she could turn back time and hadn’t taken it to heart because the games can easily get brutal.


YUMMY EXCERPT: updates every other day

"Shut the fuck up, will you?"

Alexander opened the book and picked another paragraph to read. "The urge to have sex is excruciating if you attempt to deny it. You don't want to be sleeping in my bed when it hits." He arched his eyebrows. "Understand what I'm hinting at?"

"Why didn't you tell me you loved this kind of story?" Alexander bit his lip and his hooded eyes regarded her. "I could just tell you stories instead of you reading them for hours."

"Based on your experience, huh?" She blurted it out before she could stop herself. Cathryn blushed furiously.

Embarrassed, she tried to distract him from reading it. "Give that book back."

Alexander continued like the infuriating fucker he is. "Oh yeah. Sweat broke out all over her body, imagining him super horny and determined to have sex with her. The idea didn't horrify her."

Cathryn grasped the book from his hands but Alexander kept on raising it higher. She jumped, almost taking hold of the cover but Alexander had pushed her shoulder away in an attempt to stop her from getting the book back. She pushed him harder, kicking him with her shoes and they both fell on the couch, jerked out of balance.

Alexander had instinctively wrapped his hands around her tiny waist to keep her from falling on the floor while Cathryn's hands were on his shoulders, moving to his chest. They stared wide-eyed at each other before Alexander's gaze transfixed on her mouth and one of his hands moved to caress her back with his fingers.

"By the way, your best friend told me that you wanted to tell me something." He held her a moment, his hands on her body and his face a glowing heat onto hers.

One year had passed since All Might was injured.

During this time All Might was still hospitalized. Just like Kei had said 'the road to recovery will not be easy' remembered All Might as he was resting after his third surgery had been completed.

As time had passed, people still came to visit All Might to wish him well. The people that came to visit the most were Gran Torino and Sir Nighteye. Following them were Detective Naomasa and Kei, which came to help him heal faster, as well to talk about what has been going on in their day to day lives.

The more time went by, the more frustrated All Might became. The time he was spending in the hospital, was the most challenging thing he had ever done.

The more he stayed, the more he wanted to leave. Of course, whenever he wanted to leave, his friends would always convince him otherwise.

This situation had continued for months. Until one day, one month ago, a certain incident happened that required All Mights assistance.

When All Might saw the incident in question, he immediately got out of his bed. As he struggled to make his way out of his room.

It did not matter who it was that tried to convince All Might not to go. Everyone could see that he was adamant to go. It was because of this incident that Sir Nighteye and All Might would no longer work together.
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During this time Kei had turned ten years old.
It was now the middle of december and kei like usual was hard at work with his training.

Currently keis training consisted of three things. 

The first was to increase the power output of his current elements, as well as the elements of light and darkness, that he had started training in the past few months. This training had been something kei had been doing since the beginning and it was something kei had grown accustomed to. Training to master the elements was one the things kei wanted to accomplish before he entered high school.

The second was training his healing power. This was one of the things kei was putting a lot of effort in. If he wanted to heal All Might completely, he would need to get a better handle of this part of his ability. 

one of the things he was doing in his spare time was learning more about the human body. From the muscles, bones, and other such things that kept the body going. Kei did not know if doing such research would prove useful, but it was better to try it than not.

As for the third training he was doing, that was training his quirk. Over the past year, his [Enhancement] training had been seeing good progress. Right now the duration of using his  [Enhancement] quirk was one hour. As for the boost in strength, speed and endurance his increase was on the level of twice the peak level of an adult athlete.

When kei had heard that all might left the hospital, he knew that all might and sir nighteye had ended their partnership. 

'Right now sir nighteye should be making his own hero agency' thought kei as he finished his training for the day.

Now that Sir Nighteye was making his own agency. It was only a matter of time before he met Mirio and had him join his agency.

'Once he trains mirio, he should meet up with all might and try to persuade him to have mirio inherit one for all' thought kei as he was making his way into his house

'Although all of that would be for nothing, since all might will run into midoriya izuku' thought kei as he made his way to his room

There were only four years left before all might and midoriya izuku met. Then there was going to be the months of training midoriya izuku would do, so he can use one for all. Even though he still would not be able to use it properly at least the quirk would not kill him like all might had said it could.

Although kei knew he still had five years worth of time on his hands before he entered high school. He still felt it was insufficient for the training he wanted to accomplish. There was just too much to do and kei felt that it was going to be impossible to finish.

As kei finished thinking of his own training, he could not help but think of shou's progress. Currently shou had become very proficient in his martial arts, Add his current mastery of different weapons he trained in and he was a force to be reckoned with.

The thing that had impressed kei the most recently was actually shou's parents. His parents had already started building the proto type of the suits kei had mentioned to them. Although they were only proto types, the suits were still functional to a certain degree.

Seeing this kei felt that he had underestimated shou's parents. At the rate they were going they should have a completed piece within the next two or three years. This was something that excited kei a lot. If the suits were finished by then, shou's chances to reach his dream would sky rocket.

Once keis thoughts reached there he went to take a shower. When he finished showering, he decided to make himself a snack and watch some tv. Although kei was busy training, it did not mean that he did not take some time to rest and relax. Usually he would just watch a show or movie that caught his attention. Sadly today he found nothing to watch.

Suddenly Kei remembered something he had been wanting to buy for a while now. It was something he used to play all the time in his past life. That something was a guitar.

The reason he had yet to get a guitar till now, was because he was too busy with training. It was not until the last couple of months that Kei was taking more time to relax in the afternoon. 

The other reason Kei had not gotten a guitar as of yet was money. At the time he thought of getting a guitar, he was broke. So the only thing he could do was save up his money, which he now he had enough. 

'Since I got the money and spare time on my hands, I might as well go buy one now' thought Kei as he stood up and headed to the door
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Kei had remembered that there was a music store near his home. Since it was close by he might as well check it out first. If he did not find a guitar that caught his eye there, then he just needed to go to another store.

Once kei got to the store, he went in and searched where the guitars were. When he found the area of the store that had the guitars on display, he immediately started looking through them. After a while none of them really caught his attention.

Since Kei found nothing he liked in the first store. He decided to go see if the next store had anything that caught his eye.

Once Kei arrived to the second store, he entered it. It was then, that Kei realized that this store unlike the previous one, sold other instruments besides guitars.

It made sense why though, considering how big this store was compared to the other one. Since this store had more instruments, Kei decided to look around before moving on to the guitars.

There were a lot of different instruments in this store. There were some that Kei recognized and some he had never even heard of before. As he continued to look around, he ran into the classical instruments section. 

As Kei passed that area he noticed the violins. When he saw the violin, he could not help but remember his past life.

In keis past life. His sister was a prodigy of the violin. There were times that when she practiced, Kei would go and listen. Just as he was remembering how great of a talent his sister was, he felt sad that this world did not have some of his favorite songs that his sister would play for him from time to time. Luckily, Kei who got into music from watching his sister play. Decided to learn how to play the violin as well as another two instruments.

Although Kei was nowhere near as good as his previous life's sister. He was still proficient enough to at least not mess up the song. Kei made his way to play the song he remembered in a large booth. 

Once Kei got inside he started to play the violin. The name of the piece he was playing was 'Devils Trill Sonata' This was keis favorite song that was played on the violin.

As Kei started to play, the music Kei thought no one could hear from inside the booth. Was actually being broadcasted through out the store.

Once Kei was done with his song, he came out only to find the owner of the store and his wife there waiting for him.

When Kei was about to ask if he was not allowed to try the instrument he was using, the manager spoke with astonishment "kid, that song was amazing. Did you write that music yourself?"

"Huh, you heard that, just now?" asked Kei before he continued "I thought these booths were sound proof" 

"Well they are, but the one you went in, is the only one that can broadcast through out the store" said the man as he continued "if you had paid attention, you would have noticed the broadcast button was on" 

When Kei heard that, he turned his head to look into the booth and just like the owner said, it was on.

"Sorry about that. I hope I did not disturb your business with my playing" said Kei in an apologetic tone

"No, no, don't misunderstand. My wife is a huge fan of classical music, but even she said that she had never heard of the song you played just now" said the store owner

"I was wondering if you could let us know who created the song, so we could look for anymore of his pieces" said the owners wife

When Kei heard the reason why they came to him, he was stunned. 

It was only after a few seconds that kei said "I am not sure who created this song, but the person who taught me called this song 'Devils Trill Sonata' if that helps"

When the couple heard that Kei did not know who the creator of this song was, they were disappointed. That was until Kei told them the name of the song. If they had the name then chances were that they still had a chance to find the creator.

Since Kei finished looking around the store. He was disappointed that he did not find a guitar that he liked. Since he had no luck here he decided to look in a different store.

After a couple of minutes he found another music store that was selling guitars. 

As Kei went in, he immediately went straight to the section where the guitars were placed. He looked at each one, until he finally found one he liked. Just as he placed his hand on the guitar, he noticed someone else placed their hand on the guitar at the same time he did.

When Kei turned to see who it was, he saw a young fair skinned girl with short dark purple hair. The most noticeable feature were her flexible, plug-like earphone jacks hanging from each of her earlobes at the end of two thin cords.

When Kei saw her he could only think of one person that matched that description.

'Jiro Kyoka' thought Kei with a surprised look on his face

Just then he heard the girl speak with a serious look in her eyes "hey, that guitar, it is coming with me"

“I died” 

Those were the first words Yamamoto Kei said to himself, thinking he was alone in the endless darkness of the void.

Little did he know that he wasn’t alone. For a system was there with him, to present him with a gift and a new world he can call home.

Note: this is not a novel where the MC will reincarnate and magically get god level acting skills or BS his way out of any situation. This novel is about an MC who is training constantly to reach his goals in the world he is now living in.

"Ok so Ruby, go with Yang and Velvet and do some missions, and I'll go work on the guitar." I say in a rush. Then without anytime for them to say anything, use Petal burst. I reach outside the workshop, but I've forgotten the key. Oh well I'll just use my power to create a key, then open it up. I look around and see a nice bit of space. I start to set up some tables for different things, then make the tools I'll need. 

I spent the next few days, just making the guitars. It was fun, the only magic I did was to make the metal things, like fret wire, pick ups, machine heads, etc. Now since it's magic, will it need magic sealing? Guess I'll have to find out. I don't know how long I've spent in here, but I don't think it's been too long. I mean if it was, Ruby would of already barged in. So I keep testing. 

I finally finish, and have three beautiful guitars. Two 'what I'm calling' Magitech Guitars and an acoustic guitar. Ruby's has red petal inlays, and a rose painted on the body. Mine is a monochrome design, with black rose inlays. And the acoustic is a red and black, with alternating red and black rose inlays. On the body, there is a black rose on a red background and a red rose on a black background. Me and Ruby will be sharing this one. 

Next I need to make an amp that uses magic, but I'll leave that since I've missed Ruby. I stretch, and leave the workshop after putting everything away. I send Ruby a message to see where she is. And after only one minute, I see petals as something jumps onto me. "Hello Ruby, Miss me?" I asked, smiling and hugging her. "You've been gone for a month, you need to make up to me." She said, with puppy eyes. "Well how about this?" I ask, pulling out her guitar.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you." She said, in quick secession grabbing the guitar. "Wow, it's beautiful." She said, fawning over the guitar. "I think I might get jealous, if you keep fawning over that guitar." I said, with a teasing smile. "Yeah you might." Ruby said, as she started hugging the guitar. I just start laughing, and pull out mine. "So should we go home, we still have two weeks." I said, with a massive smile.

We arrive home, and sat in the front room. We start playing, and it was fun. So we spent the next two weeks, playing guitar during the day and having fun at night. We head to Velvet's house and see how well there are doing. I knock on the door and wait. Yang answers the door with a smile, she is looking a lot stronger then when she arrived. "Come on you two, Velvet is waiting in the front room." She said, dragging us along. 

"Hello you two." Velvet said, sitting down on the sofa. Wow even Velvet is like a different person, she just a little weaker then Yang. "It seems the training worked." I said, looking from Velvet to Yang, then look at Ruby. She nods and I smile. "Ok, so are you two ready?" I ask, knowing the answer. "Yes/Yeah." They both said. I start to laugh and open a portal to mothers place. We all step through, but mother was nowhere to be seen. Oh yeah even devils can't see, well unless they want to explode. 

"Ok so both of you lay down, and I'll start." I say, making two beds appear. They both nod and make their way to the beds. After they lay down I start on Velvet first and it went well. Then it was Yang, which also went well. "So how long do you think they'll be out?" Ruby asked, looking at her sister. Before I could answer, another voice chimed in. "It will only be at most five years, but probably three years." Mother said, finally appearing. 

"Well at least it isn't as long as yours." I said, remembering that time. Ruby just looks at me, and smiles. "Well we will all be together, but have you thought about anyone else to join us?" Ruby asked, with a wondering look. "The only one I've thought of is Kara, but I don't know if she'll come along. Well if we get Vali, she might." I say, thinking about the two of them, kinda missing them.

This is about a girl who was killed, then a mysterious entity called the Creator, gave her two choices. Ether go though soul scrubbing, or become a Creator herself.

I doubt any of this will continue to be important after the singularity within the next few decades: many of the reasons I don't discuss my background, is because I'm a trans person, born in a largely conservative neighborhood of Tennessee, even though it's not reduced to merely a subdivision of the larger city that was NashChat. In my memories and dreams, I remembered the time when people would be dismissive of everything about me, and the only reason I'm even legendary do to factors outside of my control, but my desire is to become appreciated for other factors of greatness.

When you grow up with friends that would just as soon toss napalm in a quarry in Murfreesboro, and the otherwise you spent forming the inspiration of your early time travel stories, sometimes you prefer to forget your past. For me, the past was accompanied by techno-music and different JRPGs. And things further back still effect my ability to relate to others, yet some things I'm not sure I'd trust any therapist with, especially those of a more supernatural nature related to alien abduction. Some much of the UFO topic brings negative memories, brings anxieties.

It's easy to drawn myself in the flow of Japanese Flamenco and French Chanson, and someday I wish to create my own form called Chansonango. Chanson lyrics to the musical accompaniment of Flamenco guitars, the guitars with the common beat measure, and the lyrics flowing like French flowing down to the tune of burning acid rain. Yet so often the flow of music doesn't come as often as it used to, I'm more choosy about the poetry I write. And on some nights I can only say goodnight.

Hence my preference, to the flow of nocturnal starry nights. To the flow of disembodied musical notes in my head. While I dream of programing robots, like Chansonango music box songs. To the "Cha cha cha", and the commune. I write the final songs of my life.

Before the second civil war, that broke the broken American Union into several smaller national units.

Set in the fictional Tennessean city of Chatlanta, where virtual reality is being newly developed, and the line between dreams and reality blur. A writer who has a hard time finishing a story, is in search for love.

The playful hacker accidentally courts an assassin/spy for a rival US micro-nation, and decides to rebuild her dead acquaintance to give her a second chance. Interspersed are dreams about being hunted by cannibalistic serial killers, and essays about the nature of the game-design industry.

Author Note: This work is half way finished,  the next half is being plotted.

"Kind of?! Why would you lie," exclaimed Dayton.
  "If people know who my parents actually are they'd be crazy scared of me and I wouldn't make any friends. You wouldn't understand," said Serena glumly while looking at the ground. Dayton did understand, but he couldn't tell Serena that.
  "Why didn't you at least tell me?" After Dayton processed what he said, he realized that wasn't the wise option. Serena looked up at him.
  "Because I don't know you." She seemed more wary now. Dayton seemed surprised, but the feeling soon faded. He went to reach for her hand but stopped himself. He stood and stared at Serena's trembling body for a swift second before moving towards the locker room. As Serena heard his footsteps growing far she looked up with disbelief. She couldn't believe he just left her there like that, leaving without uttering a single word. She knew she had to let it go, they are still mere strangers to one another.
  Serena jumped at the sound of the bell, almost tumbling off the bench. She quickly collected herself and yanked her bag off the ground. She slipped a bit from one of the tiny puddles in the floor and almost lost her footing but quickly regained it. As she ran out she caught a glimpse of someone next to the locker room entrance. She calmly walked back into sight of it and didn't see anyone. She looked around and slowly went back to running. When Dayton didn't hear her footsteps anymore he appeared around the corner and sighed. "Soon...soon," he muttered to himself.
   Serena had music class next, so she stopped running after a while. She was quite fond of music, it's been the glue that holds her together for two years now. She had to find something to replace Dax. She pushed open the heavy double doors and walked in, letting them slam behind her. She looked around the room and saw a multitude of different instruments filling the room. Serena looked for the instrument she had grown to master. Lined up on a rack against the wall on the far side of the room, were several acoustic guitars. She had owned a guitar at one point, but her short temper at the time caused her to slam it on the floor and break it.
   She was devastated afterwards, but no one was to blame but herself. When her guitar broke Serena borrowed one from one of her dad's colleagues. As Serena saw the rack of guitars, she was filled with pure joy and nostalgia. She ran over to it and slowly caressed one of the guitars. She gently lifted it off the rack and carried it over to the chair in which she decided to sit in. She set it on her knee and smiled. She plucked all the strings, one by one to check their tuning. After checking the tuning, Serena strummed all the strings a couple times. A few people turned their heads in her direction, but she ignored them. She played one of the starting songs she taught herself, surprised when she remembered the notes and rhythm. Some people stopped talking to listen while others kept doing what they were doing.
   Music class soon ended but Serena didn't want to leave. She knew she had to go to her next class, so she carefully and reluctantly put the guitar back and left the room. She had science class next. She knew where the room was and arrived a minute before the tardy bell. The professor explained what the class was doing today and it wasn't much. The students were supposed to pick their science partners and ask each other questions to get to know each other. As soon as the professor let everyone go, the room filled with screams. Serena's ears rang with all the screams.
   All the girls wanted to be with Thatcher. Dayton was sitting next to Thatcher, sneaking occasional glances at Serena. Serena wanted to work with him, but Thatcher took him from her. She looked around the room for someone available but she couldn't see anyone. Her eyes then landed on a girl sitting at a table by herself. Serena strided over to her and halted in front of the table. "Hey, would you like to be my partner?" asked Serena.
   "Why don't you go try Thatcher? He'll definitely choose you." She had sarcasm in her voice, and it practically radiated off of her very soul.
   "I don't want him as my partner, I don't think he'll do any work." The girl's face lightened and she looked up at Serena with a gentle and approving smile.
   "Someone who'll actually work. I like it. Sit down." Serena hesitated, seeing as she's bossy but then Serena obeyed. The girl stared at Serena as she sat, grinning a sly grin. She looked Serena up and down before finally speaking. "So...what's your name demon girl?"
   "Serena."
   "That's a witches name baby doll. But I like it."

A demon named Serena can’t forget about the tragic death of her best friend Dax. Her mom enrolls her into a school for the royal to help her but what if it doesn’t? Human royalty hate demons and vice versa, can a school full of them really help her? Serena finds it hard to make friends and she does make some, but one of them hits closer to home than she would’ve liked. What will happen to a troublemaking outsider like Serena? Join Serena on her journey through love, death, trouble, and quick friendships.



The weekend had only just begun, and Laila still hadn’t been allowed out of the flat and it was obvious why not, Ging obviously didn’t trust her thinking she’d ruin the act knowing what it entailed and how it worked. She was beginning to realise how he thought too. 

 

Ging and Hail had gone down to the club to set up the stage behind the club leaving Laila in the flat alone. It had took them almost all afternoon to set up. 

 

‘Are you sure Laila’s going to be okay on her own?’ Hail asked. Ging. 

‘Sure she is she’s got the T.V.’ 

‘How long are we on for?’ 

‘An hour maybe as long as you do the act at the end of the performance then everything will be cool then we can go home.’ 

‘Sure she won’t try the windows?’ 

‘They’re locked. Stop worrying Laila has got plenty to read up on.’ 

Okay.’ 

 

True to his word Laila indeed had tried all the windows in the flat. ‘Shit!’ giving in realising that Ging had locked every single one. 

 

She found the fan out giving in knowing that Ging had locked all of the windows and the door too knowing that their was no escape she plugged the fan in and put it up to it’s full cool ness and sat on the floor with two, two litter bottles of cooled lemonade before opening the script. 

 

‘Where do you want the gear Hail?’ Stripes asked the lad guitarist of crucifix. 

 

‘Stripes, guys, the stage is round back we set up on there.’ 

‘Cheers give us a hand will you Hail.’ 

‘Sure stripes.’ 

 

Hail and the band set up and done a sound check. 

Hail went into the club’s shower room, had a shower and got changed spreading black make up across his face. 

 

The crowed gathered at the rear of the club 

 

Ging set up the DVD. 

 

The drums banged, the guitars kicked in the crowd screamed. 

Hail leaped onto stage. ‘Evening flocks, I hope you all enjoy yourselves and now let the show begin for my first number an oldie every one should know this one pretender.’ 

 

The crowd roared. 

‘Never knowing which way to turn who to look at first Killing times my favourite time 

I’m just a pretender in this world we live in all our false hopes All our lies I’m a pretender. The gift of lying is far but true. Pretending is my game 

Loving aint an issue. Pretender. Don’t look behind you. Pretender 

Give it up for stripes on lead, Gremus on base, Greep on drums.’ 

 

The crowed screamed whistling. 

 

‘I’m just a pretender No where to run No where to hiding along with me.’ 

 

Hail held out the microphone into the crowd 

 

They chorused. ‘We’re all pretenders on our own world, in a world of pretending. 

In a game everyone plays. I’m a pretender, no one can deny that. 

Pretending is a game I play.’ 

 

Hail pulled the microphone back in. ‘Great now for a new one Child of the night.’ 

 

The band kicked in, hail held the microphone in between his black painted nailed hands inches away from his mouth. ‘Have you ever known a love so hard you got to keep on pushing to get it? Have you ever been so in love it hurts? Child of the night come to me show me the way. Child of the night take the devil away from me this love is hell itself. 

Torture and pain, Hell on wheels 

I need to break away from this hell from what I feel, I beg you. Child of the night heal me.’ 

 

The guitars intro’d. 

 

‘Whooh oh yeah (screamed). Hate myself Hate every one hating me, hating you. Child of the night me make sure no one else can have me under your spell. Child of the night 

Reach for the skies above 

Whooh yeah Love me, Hate me.’ Hail took a breath. ‘Well folks time for a break bet you all want a drink? I know I do.’ 

 

They all laughed. 

 

‘Back in fifteen.’ 

 

 

Hail jumped off the stage, Ging paused the recording the band exited the stage. ‘Got everything?’ 

 

‘Yeah.’ 

Ging looked at Hail. ‘What was all that about child of the night? It’s about Laila isn’t it?’ 

 

Hail shrugged his shoulders. ‘Could be.’ 

‘You ready for the crucifix?’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

‘Are you focused on what you’ve got to do?’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

‘Good, let’s get a drink. Then get set up.’ 

‘Sure.’ 

 

Ging and Hail went to the bar getting a drink they walked back over to the stage and set up for the finally. 

 

‘That girl’s here make sure you pick her.’ 

‘Okay.’ 

‘I’ll stand over there to record it okay.’ 

‘Okay..Ging.’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

‘It is going to work isn’t it?’ 

‘Course it will it always does.’ 

‘What if it goes wrong?’ 

‘It won’t, just do it how you usually do it.’ 

‘Okay.’ 

 

Ging walked away and set up the DVD- Corder. 

The band leapt back onto stage plugging in their guitars. 

 

‘You sure about this Hail?’ Stripes asked. 

‘Yeah.’ 

‘What if it goes balls up?’ 

‘It won’t. Nothing ever does.’ 

 

The band intro’d. The crowd gathered. 

 

‘We all know what time it is?’ 

‘Crucifix time’ 

‘So who’s going to be the luck lay tonight?’ 

 

They all stood silent 

 

‘Come on there’s got to be at least a hundred girls in the audience tonight scream for me. 

 

They all screamed. 

 

‘I can’t hear you a little louder.’ 

 

They all screamed. 

The room shuck. 

 

‘That’s better I’ll take you.’ 

 

He pointed to a red haired girl on the dance floor surrounded by males. 

 

 

‘Yes you.’ 

 

Catty looked at her friends.Her friends egged her on. She turned making her way through the crowd to the stage. She walked slowly across the dance floor to the stage where he took her hand leading her up onto the stage. 

 

‘So what’s your name?’ 

‘Catty.’ 

‘Well Catty don’t worry this is my first time too.’ 

 

She stared at him panicking as he led her to the crucifix and tied her to it. 

 

‘Only kidding I’ve done it a thousand times before.’ 

 

He pushed the steps away and turned to the crowed. 

 

‘When I say what shall I do with her you shout kill her lets try it. What shall I do?’ 

‘Kill her!’ 

‘I can’t hear you a little louder what shall I do?’ 

‘Kill her!’ 

‘That’s better.’ 

 

The band slammed the guitars heavy and fast. 

 

‘She’s on the crucifix what shall I do?’ 

‘Kill her!’ 

‘She’s hung for doing wrong what shall I do?’ 

‘Kill her!’ 

 

 

He held the microphone out to the crowd. 

 

 

‘I can’t hear you!’ 

‘Kill her!’ 

 

He pulled a knife out of his pocket showing it to the audience 

They stood shocked 

 

‘Child of the crucifix could do no wrong but she lost her way what shall I do 

‘Kill her!’ 

‘The gods have spoken we must kill the child of the crucifix of the devil’ 

 

He turned to the red haired girl, slashing her. ‘A cross I leave on the child of the crucifix now she is dead the devil is no longer.’ 

 

The curtains dropped the lights dimmed. 

 

‘Goodnight and god bless, see you soon.’ 

 

The crowds descended as Catty’s friends panicked they shouted for all it was worth, but got pushed through the crows that were leaving. 

Ging turned the DVD recorder of and leaped onto the stage to help Hail to take the girl of the crucifix as the band started to pack away. The band leaped into the van and pulled off the car park. 

 

‘Is she going to be okay?’ 

‘I don’t know which knife did you use?’ 

‘The one you gave me.’ 

 

Hail pulled out a blood stained knife out of his pocket. 

 

Ging and Hail both looked at it. 

 

‘Shit Ging you gave me a real knife!’ 

‘You always use a real knife.’ 

‘I thought we put all that shit behind us?’ 

‘We told Laila we’d sort it.’ 

‘And the movie? I suppose that’s a real knife too’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

‘No way this weren’t part of the deal.’ 

‘Sorry bro that’s the way it’s going to be, just one difference the blade will be blunt. Now help me get rid of it.’ 

‘Where are we going to put it?’ 

‘Same place as the others.’ 

 

Hail and Ging picked up the body carrying it to the car. Ging opened the boot and they rolled the body into it slamming it shut. They jumped into the car and pulled away.

Laila and her friends go down to the Sphinx nightclub on a Saturday night not realising that Lailah is in fact the next victim for the live crucifixion. Even though all does not go to the way that the brothers plan the act it all goes to well. Laila wakes the next morning in a flat she can’t recall as her own next to a man she doesn’t even know. Laila’s disappearance and re-appearance at the flat is soon discovered when Ging turns up at the flat telling her of their intentions. She refuses them of this pleasure only to be told that she will have no choice in doing so. A week passes and Ging finally gets what he wants Lailah up on stage for the live crucifixion. Laila soon gets involved with Hail but will all go drastically wrong in this love affair as Ging plans their next move. Laila despite of Hail’s broken promise of her freedom is blacked yet again into something a lot different than the stage act, but of a home movie full of blood and sex. Ging’s big idea goes drastically wrong when Laila over hears them and slips out of the flat to find the truth behind The Slasher. When Hail discovers this he is angered and shows Ging who is equally displeased with her. Laila tried to run, but Hail stops her and tries to finish what he had started, but Ging convinces him otherwise and they flea the flat taking a limp Laila with them, but where?
This is the first of four of The Slasher I think it will keep the watcher on the edge of their seat it is very grew some and bloody and a start to what is to come of the three individuals on their journey together.

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