Our protagonist, a young and budding witch named Sanctine Rosestone, goes on an adventure to protect the world from demons. However, she knows nothing about combat and is only good with rythms and chords.

"We'll be back for more Isaac, stay with us." Aiden wrapped up. 
"CUT!" The producer of the show announced after finishing the first part of Tayaw's interview.
 "PEOPLE! We will have a short 15-minute break. Our ushers will guide you to the bathrooms and craft service…" As a staff member directed the audience, Aiden and Tayaw also made their way backstage.  
"Huh. I did not expect the 'interview' to be some sort of a lecture." Aiden shook his head. 
Usually, even if a guest or Aiden go off-script, the interview still has a predictable process and that Aiden still leads the conversations. Tayaw's answers tonight, however, flipped everything for Aiden. Aiden's preparation of his controversial questions also went to waste as Tayaw already made controversial comments on his own.
"Well, sorry? You're not going to cut a lot of the things I said, right? I hope it wouldn't be too boring." Tayaw asked jokingly but internally a little unsure of the impression he will make to the viewers with the answers he gave and stuff he talked about.  
"Nah. We're good. At least, it's organic." Aiden shrugged his shoulders as him and Tayaw entered Tayaw's waiting room. Aiden figured it would be better to join Tayaw to talk about what else Tayaw is planning on talking about.  
=======
The break soon passed and the audience filled the studio once again. 
"hM?" An audience member was surprised at the change of the set-up in the set. 
The section of the house band seemed to have been moved from its usual position at the right side of the stage, into the center stage. They also saw Aiden, not in his table, but in front of the house band, as if preparing to give another monologue. And finally, Tayaw, who Aiden promised will be back, is nowhere in sight.
Aiden, after seeing the audience settle down once again, nodded to the producer signaling that everything is ready for the filming to resume.  
"Welcome back!" Aiden announced. The second part of the interview has started filming. 
"Tonight, we have a special performance from our very own Bellum Burning!" Aiden gestured to the fellows of  the band behind him. *Applause* *Cheers* The audience welcomed Da Bellum Burning warmly, not expecting the house band to be playing a whole song.  
"Shaheed, what are you playing for us?" Aiden allowed Shaheed to take over the introduction. 
"Hey. We're gonna play 'Need You' from our latest album 'Curtain Falls'." Shaheed prefaced. *applause* *cheers* (Song inspired by 'You Got Me' by 'The Roots'. The lyrics are mine. The instruments, I made more house-band-y.)
Soon, Da Bellum band's pianist played a simple but beautiful soul-jazz piano riff for the intro. The bass guitar soon joined and the piano's riff transformed into simpler chords. Shaheed then started singing.
"Good for you… You got someone … who needs ya." 
Shaheed's velvety voice matched with his narrow vibrations caught the attention of the crowd immediately. A cameraman even saw an audience member, through the lenses, shudder in delight. Every line that Shaheed sang with his subtle vocal runs, in the first stanza tickling the listeners' ears.  
The chords changed and the song entered its first chorus. 
"Lay~ your hands~ across my heart… mmm." 
The French horn, playing the bass notes instead of the conventional bass guitar, gave the chorus a different sense of impact. Matching it with Shaheed's velvet voice, the chorus is even more beautiful than the verse.  
"I want ~~ I want you ~~~ Ooh. I want you to be my baby…" The chorus ended in a nice note.
 Unlike the studio version of the song, Da Bellum Band this time, did not immediately go to the second stanza and kept playing the chord progression of their song's verse. 
"Please welcome… Isaac!" Shaheed smiled as he announced Tayaw. 
The door from the backstage opened and the audience saw Tayaw, now carrying a plain but slick looking white electric guitar, enter the studio and walk towards the center stage to join Da Bellum Burning. 
*Applause* *Cheers* *Whistles* The audience were caught by surprise but were excited to see the man they knew earlier as simply a film director, play music with a great band.  
After Tayaw plugged his guitar, he then started strumming his electric guitar, his harmonizing chords added more fullness to the song. Soon after, he began singing the second verse.  
"Time~ I'm oh so sure will bring… Regrets, sadness in many things ~" Tayaw's raspy baritone voice greeted the audience. 
*Cheers* The audience were pleasantly surprised at Tayaw's voice. A cameraman, through his lenses, saw a pretty audience member's mouth open slightly and her eyes in utmost concentration on Tayaw.
Tayaw's voice while having a different color from Shaheed's voice, still gave out a similar emotion that Shaheed gave earlier. Longing, regret, and sadness. While Tayaw did not do vocal runs like Shaheed, his subtle vocal vibrations in the most appropriate words made the audience feel things the song's songwriter wanted the listeners to feel.  
"Eyh. Lovin been' my top priority. Yeah.
Ain't no need to question my credibility
Chairman of the board, the president of affections,
You got me baby, swingin'-in-your direction"
OffSett entered with his verse for the bridge. While his rap was not technically difficult, the simplicity of the verse and the way OffSett pronounced the consonants blended well with the rhythm of the beat. This forced, in a good way, the audience to bob their head along. OffSett's lyrics pleasantly assaulted their ears. (Sorry guys. I'm not really a big fan of rap, so I can't do analysis.)
OffSett soon finished the bridge tightly but unlike the original, the song did not proceed to the second chorus yet. *ROOARR* Tayaw bust out his electric guitar for a guitar solo. While the riff is very simple in comparison to Tayaw's skills, he chose simplicity because of the boppy but lonely  theme of the song. Playing a more complicated solo would be overplaying.  
However, Tayaw's timing, bending, and vibratos on the guitar fret made his guitar produce a very attractive melody. The guitar expressed the song's sadness, regret that a human voice could rarely produce. Shaheed, OffSett, and Da Bellum Burning, despite rehearsing with Tayaw for the past two days, are still impressed at what they hearing. Never did they think that 'Need You', a song they thought that was only catchy but was never really something fresh, would sound this good ever.  
With Tayaw's contribution and arrangement, they felt that their song is better received than usual. They also felt as if their song is now worthy to contribute to music.  
*WHOO!!!* The solo soon ended and the audience expressed their appreciation. The audience did not have time to express it fully though as the song entered its final chorus. Shaheed singing the main melody while Tayaw singing the harmony and playing supplementary guitar licks.  
"Lay~ your hands~ across my heart… mmm." The two's voices blending together expressed the emotions of the song to its best possible manifestation, the final chorus worthy of being the best for last.  
The song soon concluded and *CHEERS* the audience responded well without being coached by the show's ushers. Their appreciation for Tayaw's and Da Bellum Burning's performance is as genuine as it gets from a restrictive setting like a late-night talk show taping.
Aiden approached the center stage once more, while clapping, carrying a copy of Da Bellum Burning's 'Curtain Calls' vinyl record under his arm. Amidst the audience's cheers, Aiden pulled out band's album and faced it towards a camera. 
"Da Bellum Burning's 'Curtain Calls' is out now in iTunes and record stores nationwide. Please! Go Check them out!" Aiden promoted smoothly.
"Oh! We're not done with the music yet! Isaac!" Aiden next drew the attention to Tayaw. 
"Yeah?" Tayaw replied. 
"The next song you guys are going to play is your song, right? Can you tell us more about it?" Aiden said.  
"Yeah. It's called 'Invisible Man' from my country mini-album 'On The Road'. It's also my song that is doing the best." Tayaw introduced. 
"Alright. Ladies and gentlemen, Isaac and Da Burning Bellum once again!" Aiden introduced as Tayaw and the band started playing intro once again. Unlike the original version's stomp box and acoustic guitar instrumentals, the version they're about to play is drastically different.  
*Voom* The trumpet and saxophone joining in the instrumental and produced a jazz/blues/soul feel for the song. The intro still sounds as haunting as the original, only this time has an added graceful sound in it. Tayaw's electric guitar playing meanwhile assured that his song still has the sound of country/southern rock feel to it despite the arrangement him and Da Bellum Burning did.
After two measures of the intro, Tayaw finally leaned in towards his microphone.  
"He's a man who lived a life of danger
to anyone he meets he stays a stranger
with every action he made, grabs a chance before it fade
as maybe he won't have - a chance to see tomorrow"  
Unlike the original which Tayaw sang in a very low pitch with, he is singing in a mid-range pitch he is most comfortable with. The band also preferred to not have Shaheed sang anything solo in the song as his voice does not suit Tayaw's song.  
The band however, "Invisible man, INVISIBLE MAN!" sang with Tayaw for the chorus, acting as Tayaw's backing choir. This made the song grander and more epic. The band's incredible backing vocals made an impression that the 'Invisible Man' is trapped on all sides. Meanwhile, Tayaw's belting with them made it seem like the 'Invisible Man' is fighting back, alone, against the challenges.  
The Chorus and the Second Verse soon ended and the instruments settled down and only Andre's Bass beat and the pianist's chords remained.  
"Yeah. I'm livin on borrowed time, and days go faster… Waiting for the hour, I ain't waitin' in no bunker…" OffSett's rap verse set in, unlike his usual lyrics and rap style, he sounds more somber this time.  
-------
Two days ago
"*Ughh*. I really wanna do this man, but it's a lot harder than I thought." OffSett said to Tayaw as they were arranging the songs. 
"Man. You were doing fine. You scrapped another one?" Tayaw said as he saw a crumpled paper on OffSett's hand. 
"Yeah. I can't just FEEL it. This one don't belong." OffSett rambled. 
"Okay. Why don't I tell you of the inspiration I had for the song?..." Tayaw began telling OffSett an anecdote about a man's mini adventure in an elevator.
------
"I hear footsteps, I hear him click his blaster
We see each other with a sick laughter
A gunfight, here it comes, and here I am
Ice cold, I shoot him easy like I didn't give a damn."  
Even though OffSett only spit a short verse for the song, he felt it a great achievement. Usually, he would write lyrics on love, hate, his family, friends, and his neighborhood; he would get praises from his contemporaries. He never realized that he has hit his limit until he started writing a verse for 'Invisible Man.'
It was tough, and OffSett might think that his new verse is not as good as his usual work, but by tackling this challenge, he saw a new door open up to him.  
O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O
Studio 29, Editing Room
An hour after the show's taping, Tayaw is now in the editing room, busy instructing the editor of the show. 
"Yeah. Censor their faces, or blur them." Tayaw instructs. 
"Hey, Isaac. The rest of the show already looks good. Why include this. This might not be a good look for you." Aiden asks, finding Tayaw's decision crazy. 
"Man. Don't worry. This is why I made sure to show audience's reactions. And. If this works well, your ratings will go through the roof tonight, you guys can even gain a 'badge' as being first at doing something." Tayaw says.  
"Fck. I'll contact the lawyers, just in case." Aiden says. 
"If ever you need them, I'll pay the legal costs." Tayaw just shrugs.  


A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




---------------
A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
---------------
English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

The security chief headed to his own office. He had a guitar inside, which had been given personally by the boss when he had been promoted. He had gotten a display cabinet installed and kept his treasured guitar inside.
Was he really going to lend this guitar to that youngster? He was unwilling to give it up. What if it got damaged? But when he thought about it, the youngster was rich. If it was really damaged, he could get Fang Zhao to compensate more.
It was only because he had seen Fang Zhao's information that he was willing to lend it out. If it was anyone else, would he have been so kind as to give it up?!
He quickly brought the guitar back into the room and handed it over to Fang Zhao. "Be careful, this guitar is expensive."
"What about the amplifier and the rest?" Fang Zhao asked.
"There isn't any," the chief answered. Back then, the boss had only gifted the guitar. Ever since he had received it, it had been kept in the display cabinet. Today was the first time it had been taken out. The security chief warned him once again, "If you damage it, you have to pay." 
"I know."
"Wait a minute, you are just going to play it like this? Don't you need the amplifiers, effects pedals, and whatnot?"
Fang Zhao pointed at a not-too-distant corner. "Over there."
"That is... Boss's stuff."
"Isn't that meant for receiving guests?"
"I don't know." The security chief tried his hardest to recall. He did not come here that often, but he would surely come here a few times a month, sometimes to give reports, other times when matters occured in a certain area of the nightclub. However, all the times he had visited this room, he had never seen anyone using the equipment in that corner, including the boss himself.
But hearing what Fang Zhao had said, the chief felt a little skeptical. Could it really be for guests to use?
After all, where the boss was sitting was slightly further away from that corner, whereas every time there were guests or anyone giving their reports, the person would always sit where Fang Zhao was, which was closer to the corner.
As the chief was pondering, Fang Zhao had already connected the cables, tested the sound, adjusted the amplifier, and played out a single chord.
And when Fang Zhao played the chord, Natiwuzi's tune paused slightly. When Fang Zhao finished, only then did he continue.
Fang Zhao listened to it and turned his head over to the statue-like security chief. "I just asked; your boss has approved of me using this equipment."
Security chief: "..." I don't really understand these people who dabble in music.
Carefully observing his boss's expression, there was really no anger, and the dazed look he'd had was no longer there. The chief also realized that, when Fang Zhao had played, the boss had even turned his head over, and there was a strange look in his eyes. It was somewhat complex, but clearly there was no disapproval in his eyes.
"I'm going to explain the matter that happened in the dance hall to your boss. Wait to the side first." Fang Zhao sat down after speaking.
Every time the security chief saw Natiwuzi playing the guitar, he would praise it to the high heavens. Although he did not know many musical cells and could not understand the meaning expressed in the song, he knew how to watch. There were frequent ancient-guitar performances at Space, and he had seen many, but he had never seen anyone who could compare with the boss. But now, the security chief felt that they had encountered an impressive one this time.
Both Fang Zhao and Natiwuzi were not using the effects pedals. The guitar tones could be comparable to Natiwuzi's performances back then, though not as delicate, but they harnessed an intense destructive power. This meant to say that the two of them had firm control over their equipment.
The guitars in the hands of Natiwuzi and Fang Zhao were both made from the same sort of wood, and they were of similar design and shape. The two guitars were probably from the same series, manufactured by the same person or team. The wood that had been used provided a fuller bass and resonance.
The bass tune that came from Natiwuzi's side was like the impending thunder from an approaching tempest, seemingly restraining the fury that was about to burst out in his interrogation.
And when Natiwuzi stopped, Fang Zhao paused for two seconds before resuming. Unlike Natiwuzi's tune, this one was peaceful yet intense.
At this moment, Natiwuzi stared at Fang Zhao. His eyes were full of gloom, like dark clouds gathering. The tune he played was gloomy and getting more stifling by the minute.
Fang Zhao's reply was instant, without time for a breather. His response was strong and unyielding.
An unstoppable force meets an immovable object!
This was what the others in the room thought.
The two men holding onto guitars, taking turns to play a tune, really seemed like they were engaged in a dialogue. Gradually, the tempo became quicker and the melody more impassioned.
The two appeared as if they had entered another realm and were completely immersed in it. The other people and objects in their surroundings had just become ornaments in the background.
Actually, the moment Fang Zhao had picked up the guitar to play a tune, the atmosphere of the room had changed, as if everyone in the room had been shifted to another world.
Puzzled looks were on the faces of everyone else in the room.
Makes no sense!
Can't understand!
They just felt that the skills of the two guitarists were very good and the strumming was getting more and more intense. They had never heard these chords before, but it did not sound random. Hearing it placed a large strain on their nerves, but it was not jarring. It was more like their hearing ability could not keep up to the speed and caliber. As if using shoddy earpieces and sound equipment to listen to a high-quality masterpiece, the most essential parts would be hampered and they could not get the clear picture.
They finally understood why people thought that great masters seemed to be from a different dimension. In their absent-minded state, they felt as if this scene was not from the world they were familiar with.
Are these two really having a conversation? Just using guitars?
How mysterious. It made them feel as if these two had not grown up on this planet, or perhaps the two were aliens? Could it be that these two did not live in normal human society?
The security chief had once heard from someone, probably a certain band that had come to perform at Space, that during their performance, it was actually the instruments communicating. Whatever sort of melody was produced by a band member's instrument, the others could reply with the most appropriate answer.
Looking at Fang Zhao, other than the few pauses during the first few chords, he would pick up as soon as Natiwuzi stopped, as though they had practiced together before!
This fellow had not come here before, right? He had never met Natiwuzi? Never had the two practiced before today, so how could they flow so smoothly? Even to the point where they knew when the other party was going to stop and continue on so seamlessly?
Other than that, there was still that skill with the guitar. Where had Fang Zhao, that young fellow, learned it from? By himself, or under the guidance of a master?
There was no need to doubt Natiwuzi, Yanzhou's Shadowless Hands, who had the rank of a great master. Whenever ancient electric guitars were mentioned, everyone would know who he was. In the past, many popular singers had personally invited him to collaborate.
But Fang Zhao? His skill with the guitar was actually as adept!
Had anyone heard of this person before in the ancient-instruments circle? What was more astonishing was how old he was!
The surrounding bodyguards viewed Fang Zhao in a different light, especially those bodyguards that had been with Natiwuzi for a longer time. Even if they could not understand what they were hearing, that did not prevent them from coming to a conclusion: this young fellow was impressive! To think he could actually face Natiwuzi head on!
Natiwuzi's expression was no longer as gloomy. His gaze was more incisive and his face was becoming increasingly flushed from the playing of the guitar as his cheeks trembled.
Upon seeing this, the security chief and the other bodyguards thought to themselves, the boss's condition doesn't seem too stable. Is he going to flip?
Just as they were thinking this, they saw Natiwuzi sway and suddenly stand up, seemingly like a bird of prey that had been provoked. With overflowing energy and a fire burning in his eyes, he strummed the guitar rapidly!
Under Natiwuzi's hawk-like gaze, Fang Zhao calmly stood up, not showing any signs of weakness. He rapidly played an even more intense tune.
The air seemed to be filled with countless invisible knives, the music like a raging storm that was not letting up! In the small room, it seemed as if there was a formless hurricane!
The security chief felt as if he could hear the wrath of the ocean and the sound of surging waves crashing into a cliff and breaking apart.
Everyone else in the room stood there dumbstruck as they watched the two musicians caught up in their own crazy performance.
The whirlwind tempo kept increasing, and the two were like powerful machines that were out of control as the powerful strumming became more urgent and explosive and the room's temperature rose.
Natiwuzi's grimacing face was completely red, and he seemed to be in a crazed state.
In comparison, other than Fang Zhao's fingers that were strumming like the wind, he seemed a lot more tranquil, but of course, that was only on the surface.
Strumming faster than the naked eye could catch was not a feat that could be replicated by any youngster in one go just by watching videos on the internet. To actually be able to differentiate the rhythm through hearing and keep up with the speed, his skill was indeed high!
That skill!
In the room, other than the two playing the guitar, everyone else stood rooted to the spot like statues, afraid to even move in case they were scalded by the high temperatures, even forgetting to breath.
Luckily, this stifling atmosphere did not last for too long. After another round of a stormy tune from Fang Zhao, Natiwuzi did not continue, instead hugging his guitar as he stood there panting, the crazed look on his face completely dissipating. His eyes were glowing as he looked at Fang Zhao. There was no gloom or anger; it was purely a look of delight and excitement.
Natiwuzi wiped away the sweat on his face and laughed heartily, like a warrior who just experienced a good fight that left him content. "Hahahahaha!"
And with Natiwuzi's laughter, the explosive atmosphere from a while back no longer existed. The feeling of being dragged to another world also finally become normal, like the calm after a storm.
The security chief lifted a trembling finger to his forehead and discovered a fine layer of sweat had formed. He took a long and deep breath. How was this a conversation? This was simply an improvised quarrel! However, their boss seemed be quite happy despite the quarrel.
After laughing, Natiwuzi said, "You are very good!"
Fang Zhao laughed and replied, "You are really great yourself."
They were not sure which words had triggered Natiwuzi's funny bits, but he once again roared with laughter.
Natiwuzi took out a pen as thick as a thumb from his pocket and signed a bold and cursive name on the guitar: NaZi.
People familiar with Natiwuzi would know that he would only sign this name when facing close friends and family or when he really regarded someone as important and approved of them. At other times, he would only sign "Natiwuzi."
And this guitar was not one that Natiwuzi would use in public performances. He had used this guitar the longest, and it was different from the guitars he used in performances. This guitar was different from the ones used in performances that were custom-made for Natiwuzi.
Natiwuzi had invested in his old ancient-guitar manufacturing company. This guitar was from a series for the masses and was the best model in the series. Natiwuzi had advertised this for his company.
Natiwuzi handed over the guitar he had signed. "This guitar is for you." After that, he pointed at the other guitar, the one Fang Zhao had used, which belonged to the security chief. "You sign too." Natiwuzi spoke slowly, but every syllable seemed like his own bass, every word seemed so deep. Anyone hearing Natiwuzi speak for the first time would feel uneasy.
Fang Zhao had watched videos of some of Natiwuzi's performances and interviews and knew he talked like this. He was not surprised, but it was Natiwuzi's words that made him flabbergasted.
"This isn't mine." Fang Zhao pointed at the security chief who was wiping off his sweat.
"It is now," Natiwuzi continued slowly, word by word. "A waste."
The security chief: "..." Did this mean that leaving it in the office was considered a waste?
Fang Zhao took the pen and signed two words, "Fang Zhao," on the security chief's guitar. Unlike Natiwuzi's cursive signature, Fang Zhao's was distinct and straight.
Natiwuzi's face, which looked over a hundred years old, was smiling so much that all his creases were appearing. This boss was very happy today.
After receiving the guitar, Natiwuzi still took a photograph with Fang Zhao before carefully placing the guitar at the side. Still smiling, he told Fang Zhao, "It is very late already. I will get someone to send you back. As for this, I will get to the bottom of the matter and inform you." Natiwuzi might have spoken slowly, but every word was distinct and full of sincerity. He truly meant that he would investigate the incident tonight, and if there was any inside story, he would definitely give Fang Zhao an account.
"Many thanks," Fang Zhao replied.
Natiwuzi waved his hands and did not say anything else. He got his men to escort Fang Zhao out. Only the security chief and a few trusted aides were left in the room.
The smile on Natiwuzi's face completely vanished. With a cold flicker in his eyes, he asked slowly, "Where are the ones that got beaten?"
The security chief took a step forward and respectfully answered. "In the medical treatment room, but they are currently restrained by our men."
Natiwuzi leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, as if he was resting. He slowly spat out three words. "Drag them over!"
The security chief's eyebrows jumped. "Drag" was an understatement.


"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.

A young lad with an acoustic guitar could be seen on his bed within his somewhat messy room. There was a synthesizer on the corner of his room, a desk with a laptop on top of it next to the synthesizer, a tv in front of his white bed, and a guitar case leaning on the wall next to him.
"Merlin, come over for dinner."
"Okay, I'll be there in a few moments Mom."
The young lad, Merlin, could be seen trying to play the F major bar chord but to no avail. He was following a list of chords in order, thinking that he was supposed to learn the chords in the order of the list. Merlin kept trying, with only a few strings playing. He pushed harder on the neck using his thumb but was only greeted with the sound of silence.
He had been playing the guitar for about a week now, using his birthday money to get one. It was a starter Yamaha guitar, costing him about $200. He didn't have a guitar teacher, he just mainly used the sea of information known as the internet. He already knew the almighty 0-3-5 riff, and now is able to play a few chords, them being the C major chord, E major chord, and A major chord. 
However, due to the next chord within the list being the F major bar chord, which is arguably the hardest chord for a beginner, he decided to be patient and focus on the chord.
Though, even with a few days of practicing the chord, he still didn't get any progress. Even with the callouses and blisters that he developed, it was all for naught against this chord. 
Frustrated, Merlin threw the guitar lightly onto the bed and got up to go to dinner. But before he could unlock and open his door, he heard a 'ping' from his laptop. He decided to check it and saw that one of his friends of his discord server sent him a message. 
[MonkeGang]: "ey bro, I found some i n t e r e s t i n g culture"
[MonkeGang]: "here it is 177013"
Merlin, being a new member of the culture sect, didn't know much about this. His view of culture is basically, "all culture is good if art is somewhat good." 
[Kool Kids Klub]: "bro, search up 228922, it is REALLY good"
Merlin trusted them, for they gave good material before, such as 294505. Merlin opened up two tabs in incognito mode and searched for them. He first searched up 177013, but since was taking a while to load, he opened another tab and searched for 228922.
A soon as he pressed enter, he was greeted by an image that he will never forget in his life, no matter how much he wished to forget it. Merlin wanted to bleach his eyes, remove them, finally cry tears of blood.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
His mother heard it and decided to go towards his room to check it out what happened.
While that was happening, due to the sheer shock of the image, Merlin stumbled backwards and tripped. He tried to grab onto anything, but couldn't as he was falling headfirst into the tv. A loud crash was heard, and the tv was now on top of him.
"OW, FUCK"
"MERLIN ARE YOU ALRIGHT"
Merlin then heard the doorknob shake frantically. He was about to get up, but then he noticed that both his feet were twisted at an awkward angle. 
's h i t,' was the thought that went through Merlin.
But before he could think of anything else, a support beam of the synthesizer suddenly snapped. A sharp end coming right towards his chest. Merlin tried to move out of the way, grasping at anything that could help him. He tugged on the bedsheets of his bed and tried to pull himself, but the only thing that accomplished was bring the guitar down on him. The guitar bonked his head, making all the strings vibrate and produce an unharmonious sound.
Merlin saw as the beam came down on him and braced for impact. The beam stabbed him right on his chest.
"AHHH, SHIT"
His mother was already going back to her room in order to find the room keys.
Due to the adrenaline, he didn't feel as much pain as when he was squashed by the TV. However, he felt his consciousness start to fade.
'Fuck, I'm going into shock'
'This isn't good at all, did the beam stab my heart?'
'Shit, fuck, shit, I don't really want to die yet.'
'Why does my life have to end so pathetically?'
'Damn those bastards'
Although Merlin was mad at his discord members, he knew that they just wanted to prank him. That is why he won't resent them forever, but right now he really wanted to hit them in the balls with a bat.
.
.
.
'THE TABS!'
Merlin suddenly remembered the disturbing tabs that first started the whole mess and affirmed his new mission: to not let his family see those tabs. 
Although he was pinned to the ground, he was able to grab the neck of the guitar and with his last spark of willpower, picked it up and threw it at the laptop. But before he could see the the destruction of the laptop, a bright white light came off from the guitar. The light blinded him, leaving him satisfied.
'This truly was the biggest fucking bruh moment of my whole life. HOW IN THE FUCK CAN SOMEONE HAVE SUCH BAD LUCK.'
Merlin sighed his final breath, feeling colder and colder.
'At least they won't have to bleach their eyes.'
But unbeknownst to him, the guitar, alongside with him, teleported right before it even hit the laptop. This left the laptop untouched, with only showing an image that would make any person shudder and vomit, with a shot of bleach on the side. A gruesome, cruel, and disturbing surprise was awaiting for the family of Merlin.

English is not my first language, but I am pretty confident that it is at least readable.

Also, I will try to upload daily, but I usually just write when I feel like it. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but please talk through an objective point of view.

-------------------------------------------------------
****************************************************
-------------------------------------------------------

Merlin, a young lad that was currently trying to play the F 
chord, was thrown into a series of unfortunate events. He decided, as a last-ditch effort, to throw the guitar onto the computer to delete the opened tabs, them being 228922 and 177013 because of his friends. 
He thought, 'At least I will not be detected as part of the degenerate sect.' 
Little did he know, that him and the guitar were suddenly teleported, leaving the laptop completely untouched.


--------------------------------------------------------
*****************************************************
--------------------------------------------------------

.Myung Seojun Won.
He/Him    Age- 21  (07/07/1999) Cancer
Siblings - none
Kind- Human/Magician?
Sexuality - BIsexual (attracted to both genders,)
Description:   
Very curly, yet soft, medium length, black hair. Odd, mesmerizing blue eyes, a bit tired looking. Sharp, normal-sized, nose, sharp jawline. Oddly, has fang-like teeth, who can be visible when smiles. Left ear- one piercing at the bottom, and two piercing at the upper side. Right ear- one piercing at the bottom. Smooth neck with a well visible adam's apple.   A little of a slim body due to not eating much, but muscular and very visible abs.  182 cm tall (5'12). Despite being the oldest he doesn't like being called Hyung  by his closest friends.  Owns the house, where the friend group lives.
Has an interesting dressing style that changes often, or just likes all styles. Dresses often in - Techwear, hoodies, sweaters, (anything that isn't that revealing.) Often wears a bucket hat and mask in public.
Personality-  Pretty quiet, he doesn't like to talk to people who he doesn't know/like much.  Is very protective of people he cares about. Doesn't care much about what happens to him, doesn't seem to be scared of anything.  Spends almost all of his free time either working on magic or working out physically. 
Has a lot of lessons together with Woo, rather than taking notes, he sleeps through the boring parts, but still, afterwords knows everything about the subject.
Loves to read books which contain mystery and history.   He also loves music - he can play the guitar but prefers to use the fingerplay style, he can do it very well. Is also very well at drawing, with any material. Whenever he is free he plays the guitar with Woo. He has an angel-like voice, he is most passionate about lullabies and slow music. When very tired, his voice can be husky and deep, but it normalizes after some time. He's eyesight is a bit bad, but he almost always wears eye contacts rather than glasses. Surprisingly he is very smart, even though he is never seen to be trying to learn something or studying.


.Zachary Hall.
He/Him     Age- 21 (09/09/1999) Virgo
Siblings - Lilith Hall
Kind - Werewolf
Sexuality - Straight (attracted to female,)
Description:   
Wavy, white, short dyed hair. Dark brown eyes. Visible jawline and medium-sharp nose. Doesn't have any piercings. Smooth neck, whose adam's apple is nearly invisible but is still there. Board shoulders with a muscular body. Abs are visible, but not that much. 180 cm (5'11).  Is the second one to move in to live with Myung and Woo. White ears standing out from the hair, and a gray fluffy tail.
Has a soft dressing style, with light, balanced colors, wears jackets, hoodies, sweaters with interesting combinations. 
Personality-  Literally radiates sunshine energy. Very caring and can make anyone their friend in a matter of minutes. Brave and kind, will help anyone in need, even if it affects himself. Spends time on learning, and practicing. In his free time, he spends playing games and taking walks through the city. Doesn't like fighting or physically hurting anyone, but if needed we will do it.
Love playing video games, especially games associated with weapons (eghhm, Call Of Duty), loves drawing, editing, and listening to music. Has a fast singing voice, but is passionate about aesthetic, slow, calm music. Seems to be the 'leader' of the friend group, plans ahead, and always has everyone's backs.


.Woo Sunoo.
He/Him Age- 20 (03/09/2000) Pisces
Siblings - Yeonjun Sunoo
Kind- Angel/magician
Sexuality - bisexual (attracted to both genders, but mostly on their personality)
Description:   
Wavy, grayish, Soft medium lengthed, hair. Dark blueish eyes, Smooth neck, with a clearly visible adam's apple.  Both ears have piercings at the bottom. Slim, body with barely visible abs. 175 cm height (5'9).  Is the first to move in, living with Myung to help him with his mental issues. White feathered wings on the back, which can be hidden.
His dressing style changes very gradually and quickly, yet it is similar to Myung, wearing hoodies and sweaters, bucket hats, and masks.
Personality - A very caring personality can be very protective. Is pretty easy to gain his trust. Is nearly impossible to get on their nerves, having a very strong temper. Can get tired really quickly, cloud fall asleep anywhere, anytime. Isn't one of the fighting people, he rather talk it out. Absolutely loves singing and music. He does play the guitar, using the classic normal chords and strings, whenever he wants to relax or wants to do something when bored. Sometimes plays music with Myung. Fast, k-pop-like music, for quick and passionate parts.
Has a lot of lessons with Myung, due to them both being able to use magic even though they are a different kind of people. Unlike Myung, he takes every single note in order to be good at the subject, while Myung sleeps through. 


.Yeonjun Sunoo.
He/Him Age- 19 (09/24/2001) Libra
Siblings - Woo Sunoo
Kind- Cat hybrid
Sexuality - Gay/Homosexual (attracted to male gender)
Description:   
Brown straight, long hair, with a mullet. Brown cat ears poking out of the brown hair, which are fluffy and sensitive. Soft brown eyes. Has fang-like teeth, which show when he smiles often. The right ear has one piercing on the bottom, but the left ear has one at the bottom and one at the top. A bit longer neck with an almost invisible adam's apple. A slim, elastic body that allows him to move quickly. A  fluffy, long, brown tail, which hangs down near the ground. 177cm (5'10).  The third to move in, with Myung, Woo, and Zachary.
Colorful, pastel kind of clothing, has a hint of aesthetic in the style. By wearing hoddies and various sweaters. 
Personality -   Challenging personality, ready to take on any challenge that gets thrown their way. Even though he takes on every challenge, his temper can be very short at times. Absolutely loves video games and action movies.  He is the one who originally chooses the movies to watch on movie nights. Does almost no studying, but still passes all tests barely. (Usually getting help from Myung and Woo). In his free time, always challenges Zachary on a game to see who is better. Is good at almost every video game.


.Soo Chang.
He/Him Age- 20 (06/17/2000) 
Siblings - none
Kind- Angel
Sexuality - BIsexual (attracted to both genders,)
Description:   
Gray wavy, medium hair. Smooth nose and weakly visible jawline. Has earrings on both ears. Smooth neck, softly visible adam's apple. Grayish deep eyes. Slim body, with weak, barely visible muscles. White, slightly gray, feathered wings that can be hidden and shown at various times. Sunshine like smile, his eyes almost disappearing when done so. 177cm (5'10). Was the last who moved into Myung's house, due to being assigned against his will by the university.
Personality- Soft cinnamon roll, but can be serious and a scary bun. Use to be a bad person, but at some point, he changed, after his encounter with Myung at age 14. Can be very soft at times too. Caring to anyone who is close to him. Often regrets what he has done in the past. Can be very apologetic if he has done something wrong. 


.

"Myung?.." 

    "Didn't I tell you not to call me like that again.."
.
     "But-"
.
     "No buts Soo, get out of my house."
.
------
      "He's just a human, Y'know, He's weak"
.
       "He's not just a human. He can use magic."
.
       "So what? I'm not scared of a little magic"
.
-------
      "Have you seen my book.?"
.
       "No, why?"
.
         "It's important.."
.
--------
 A university, full of mythical creatures, such as Vampires, Angels, Hybrids, etc.  With a single magician, who has got an invitation to join and learn, to master magic aura's. Will they be able to live in the present and leave the past alone?

I'm a fifteen year old high school student and I guess I'm pretty average in most ways. My grades are about average and my social life is OK but with sports and spending time with the rock band I'm in, I don't have a lot of free time.
In high school everyone has a Home Room where you start every school day. Every year you get a new one and this year I was put in Miss. Porter's room. She's a thirty something English teacher with blond hair and a nice figure but what I noticed most about her was her smile. She has a smile that lights up a room. You know the kind I mean. When she smiles, you just know the rest of the day will be great. At first she didn't pay very much attention to me and so my first few weeks in school were pretty much the same as every other year. Then one day my English Teacher Mr. Ballard gave us an assignment to write a critical analysis of a book we read over the summer and things changed.
I was not very confident in what I wrote or how I wrote it so in Home Room I asked Mss. Porter to go over it for me.
"Why don't you ask your teacher to do this? She asked
"I'm kind of embarrassed" I said " and besides Mr. Ballard kind of creeps me out" I said not knowing how she would respond.
"Oh I see" she said and then she smiled and leaned toward me whispering in my ear. "He kind of creeps me out too" she whispered with a smile and a little laugh. "Ok, when is it due" she asked. I told her that it was due the next day and she said she would read it during the day and I could pick it up after my last class of the day.
At the end of the day I went back to her class room and she was sitting alone at her desk holding my paper. As I walked in she looked up and smiled that smile that I was telling you about and said "come on in and leave the door open please." I looked at her funny and told me "Teachers can't be alone in a room with a student with the door closed anymore. It's school policy." She explained with a shrug of her shoulders. I went over to her desk and just stood there while she continued looking at my paper.
"Well Scott, can I call you Scott? She said
"Yea of course" I told her
"This is not a bad first draft but I think you missed the mark in a few places. If you look where I marked it and make a few changes, I think you could make it an A paper. I particularly liked where you compared the writing to this poem, but I don't recognize the author."
"That's cuz it's mine" I said kind of embarrassed.
She sat back in her chair and looked at me kind of funny and said "It's beautiful, you should write more poetry."
"It's not really poetry." I said "their lyrics to a song I wrote"
She smiled and said "Well I'd love to hear it sometime"
"Well our band is playing at the school dance this Friday and I'll probably be playing it then. If you're going to be there."
"As a matter of fact I am going to be one of the chaperones for the dance. I thought it was going to be kind of a drag but now I'm looking forward to it." She said handing me back my paper. I left the room and found myself looking forward to Friday night.
Well the night of the dance we played a couple sets and during one of the intermissions I announced that I was going to play a couple original songs. I did this to see how the tune went over before I did the whole band arraignment. After I played the song that Miss Porter liked the words to, I glanced over at her and there was that smile again. She nodded her head and I think she winked at me but I wasn't sure.
As luck would have it, the next day I was walking back from the library where I went to write lyrics and research some music theory when I saw Miss. Porter raking a lawn. I stopped on the sidewalk and just starred at her for a moment when she looked up from her raking and said Hi.
"You live here?" I asked, never having noticed before who it was that lived in that particular house
"Yup, almost five years now." She said
I saw a second rake leaning against the tree, grabbed it and started raking.
"You don't have to do that." She said " I can manage."
I just smiled and kept raking. About an hour later the yard was clean and we both were leaning against or rakes.
"Well I guess I owe you a cold drink at least. Come on" she said as she led the way into the house. She poured two lemonades and we sat at the kitchen table enjoying the cold drink when I noticed a guitar leaning against the wall in the living room.
"Do you play?" I asked motioning toward the guitar.
"No, not really." She said "I've been trying to learn for years but I don't think I have the talent for it.
"You can't be that bad." I said "Let me hear you play something"
She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the guitar. She sat on the living room sofa and so I moved into the room and sat next to her.
"You asked for it." She said as she picked out the worst rendition of "Old Brown Jug" I ever heard. She looked at the expression on my face and stopped playing.
"I guess I shouldn't quit my day job." She said
"I have to tell you its pretty bad." I told her "But why don't you just start by playing some chords and work into a melody?" I asked. "Do you know any chords?" I asked and she just shook her head. I spent the next half hour showing her and drawing pictures of the major chords and when I'd finished she took my hand, smiled and thanked me for the lesson. This smile was a little different, this time I saw something in her eyes that had been missing before. Without even thinking I said " If you like I can stop by next Saturday to see how you're doing."
"That would be nice" she said and then she walked me to the door.
The week went by quickly and the two of didn't exchange more than a few words the entire time but when she looked at me and smiled there was that new look in her eyes that made me wonder.
Saturday came and I walked over to her house at about two in the afternoon. When I got there she was in the driveway taking some bags out of the car and I rushed over to help her.
"You always seem to be around when I have work to do." She said as we brought the bags in the house. I went out to get the last of the bags and when I came in she was standing in front of a cabinet, on her toes putting some things away on one of the top shelves. I went over to try to give her a hand and when I touched her she lost her balance and fell against me. I grabbed her around her chest and when I did I got a big handful of her breast. We quickly recovered and she thanked me for catching her but when she looked at me the smile was gone and it was replaced with something more like lust. After putting away all the groceries we went into the living room and she picked up her guitar.
"I think I have the chords down." She said and proceeded to play them one after another. I had her do it again and guided her fingers in a few places so the chord would be cleaner when she played it and then sat back and said "That's Great"
"Great! She said "What good are these chords if it doesn't sound like a song?" she asked.
I sat back and thought for a second and then took the guitar from her and said "This is a song I wrote a few days ago with just the chords you just showed me. I played the first verse with just the chords and the second with the chords and picking a melody line and the bridge and chorus of the song using the chords, the melody line and some accent notes."That's beautiful." She said as I place the guitar on the table next to us.
"Those are just the chords that you played for me a few minutes ago." I said. If you want to play like that, all you have to do is practice, close your eyes and put your heart into it. I don't really know what happened at that moment but the next thing I knew we had our arms around one another and were kissing. The first few seconds were very passionate and spontaneous but that soon led to gentle more loving kisses. Without saying a word, we started to take each other's clothes off. A few minutes later we were both naked admiring each other's bodies without saying a word. He body was perfect. Her breasts were about the size of my fist with no sag at all and nipples about the size of a silver dollar that suck out about a quarter of an inch. She had a thin waist and beautiful legs. As I looked down I noticed that she shaved her pussy so that just a patch of blond hair was showing. I had an erection like I'd never had before. I felt like tit was ten feet tall and waving in the breeze. She looked down, wrapped her hand around my cock and started to gently stroke me. With her other hand she gently rubbed my balls. We kissed and our lounges moved in and out of each other's mouths while she worked my incredibly engorged cock. She slid off the couch and was now kneeling in front of me looking me in the eyes when she lowered her head and slipped the head of my cock in her mouth. She moved up and down taking more and more of me with every bob of her head.
"Oh shit" I said "I'm going to cum." I said as I tried to pull her head off my cock. She held on tight and moved both her hand and head faster as I exploded into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed every bit of cum out of me and when I was empty she continued to suck getting every last bit. I collapsed, lying back on the couch with my eyes closed as she took her mouth off of my cock but continued to stroke me.
" Now it's my turn she said releasing my cock and laying back on the couch. She spread her legs and started to play with her pussy with her fingers. With her other hand she spread her pussy lips and ran her finger up and down the entrance to her cunt as I watched. I moved over and knelt between her legs putting my fingers where hers were and she guided them up and down her pussy showing me what she wanted. I moved my head between her legs and started to lick her and suck on her clit.
"Yessss" she said as my tongue hit her clit. I got the hint and began alternating flicking my tongue on her clit and sucking it.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she said as she had her first orgasm of the day. Cum started pouring out of her and I drank as much as I could and then started sticking my tongue deep into her pussy and shaking my head
"God yesssss" She said as she came a second time.
By this time I was hard again and I knew what both of us wanted. I raised my head, laid across her taking one of her tits into my mouth and I slid my cock into her pussy.
"Oh yess fuck me Scotty, please fuck me hard." She said as I began pounding my cock into her soaking wet pussy. "Bite my nipple" she begged "make it hurt" she said as I clamped my teeth down on one of her nipples."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" she cried our as she threw her head back and had her third orgasm of the day. I could feel her cum soaking my cock and balls and started to cum deep insider her. She felt the heat of my cum erupting deep inside her and she had another orgasm wrapping her legs around my waist and humping me wildly.
"Oh yes fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,��� she yelled as we both pounded our hips together in a wild frenzy of lust. When we both calmed down, my dick began to get soft and she stopped shaking from her multiple orgasms, we laid there in each other's arms and kissed each other gently. After a few minutes we got up and she took me by the hand leading me into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and pulled me under the warm water with her.
"You know Miss. Porter" I said and she started to laugh
"Scott, I think you can start calling me Patty when we're not in school" She said giving me a little kiss on the lips as she soaped up her hands and began washing my cock and balls. In about a minute her washing gave me yet another erection and she started to laugh again.
"Oh God I've created a monster." She said as she smiled and guided me into her, now well fucked pussy.

(c) to the owner of the picture above ^
(c) to the owner of all the story( I put it here for my own to read, my place/town/home have low cignal and I do this to download and read offline. ) (* need to go down just to have cignal and download it)
-for my friends too we both love to read some erotic thanks 
-Report it if you want 
-rate it if you want
-webnovel will delete it. I just read for my own 
-If you know something like this apps that can Hide so no one read it and change background(black) please let me know so I can use it.
- to owner if you want to this to taken down just comment and I will...(so ya white knight wanabe won't bother so much)

-erotica.c***
-sexstories.c**
-milfstories.c***

7


"So I'm going to teach you the song that I know to play, it's very easy... and I love the song. I've been a swiftie since in my high school and I learned to play guitar because I want to play my favorite songs, and I'm gonna teach you! What a great achievement!"


I wanted to stop her, "I'm not interested. So please can you put that away? I'm only here for Madonna, and not playing guitar." I gave my whole attention to Madonna, she meowed at me and that made her look cute. I really want to get her home. If I only managed to catch her before she turned into that neighborhood, maybe I was the one who would own her, but that didn't happen.


She took Madonna away from me, "If you are not going to do it, then I won't let you see Janela!" she was glaring at me. Why would she force that on me? I already said no, why can't she take that? "I'm not joking, Jax. Can you please learn one song from me and then I won't force you again if you are not really interested? Please? I want to see you holding a guitar, probably strumming it, that would look good on you." I wanted to say something but she keeps on talking, "You look so scary... you know what I mean? Like scary... your hair is so long that it covered most of your eyes, and you are all dressed in black, people would mistake you as a serial killer or an accomplice of a crime syndicate."


Accomplice? The police had speculated that I was an accomplice of a rapist, which I denied and I got help from Mrs. Garber. I remembered her phone number and she answered immediately when the police are calling her. She represented as my guardian since my parents are not around.


"But I think when you are devoted to playing, like perhaps, like playing passionately with a guitar, you would be so cool to look at. I can see it, so I'm trying to force it on you so please don't be so hard-headed and follow me, or else you won't see Janela!"


"If Madonna got pregnant, I'm going to take one of her babies. And I want a girl," I proposed.


She got frustrated, "That's not what I am saying!"


.
.
.


"Lord Jaxus! How could you date Angela behind our backs! That's why you won't hang out with us in Asphalto's sushi bar because you are... dating her! Of all people, how could you make her say yes! You are probably poisoning her! What did you make her eat?" Jake appeared, his nostrils are fuming of smoke.


"Hey, what are you doing here?" Angela asked.


"I was passing by and tried to look myself on the glass wall and then I saw you two! Is there something wrong in your eyes, Angela? You are dating my brother, Lord Jaxus, who was dressed like that?"


"Are you brothers? You don't look similar,"


"There are brothers who don't look similar, and we are one of them, right? Lord Jaxus?"


"I only have two brothers, and you are not one of them."


He pointed at me, "Don't deny me like that!" and he asked, "Anyway, what are you two doing in a cat cafe? And what is the name of the cat?"


"Madonna,"


"Janela!"


Jake was confused, "Huh?"


"I named her Janela but Jax insisted to call her Madonna. But please, call her Janela instead. Janela is the best,"


"You mean... you are both raising this cat?" Jake took a seat beside me, he snugged his arms around me. "How did you do that? Angela is a stern type of a girl and you... got her so easy like that? Tell me your secrets," he whispered in my ear, "You can't keep secrets with me, Lord Jaxus! I am your brother!"


I only want the cat and nothing else.


.
.
.


"So let's get back to the main topic," Angela said after she zipped Jake in silence.


"I am not going give up on you... I will make you play this thing," she slightly raised the guitar, "This guitar! I really think you would be amazing with it... please try, can you? Uh?" and I still don't get it, why people always forcing me on something I clearly said that I don't want to do? Is this the kind of society now? Telling people what to do? I decided, "I'm going now. It's time for me to go home." I don't want to hear anything from her... I just want to stay like this. I'm fine with this.


"Wait," she called me up. Jake almost followed me. "Please, sit down. I will give you free bubble tea." Jake squealed, "Oh! It's for free! Come and sit with me, Lord Jaxus!" he hauled me up, "I s-said, I want to go..."


"I don't know why you haven't tried anything for yourself, Jaxus." she started. "You're weird. You are a creep... one look at you, one could judge it right away in a second. Do you want to stay like that? Do you realize how fine are you living for now? You might afraid that someone might take your comfort zone but I am not the one who's gonna take it. I'm pretty sure you won't let anyone trample your own way. Do you think I'm doing this because it's fun? No, it's not fun for me. I just can't stand that someone who has many opportunities turned his back like that,"


When did I have so many opportunities?


"I know many have judged you because of your looks but I... skipped to that part. I know there's something good in you and I can see it, I can see it so well. And I wish you could see it too."


"Don't take a joke with the music. Music will keep you going on forever even if you just stayed in one place, if you ever want to remember your own comfort zone, you gotta embrace it first. So please, try it for once. Music is for people who want to feel something and you need it. I believe, you need it." she continued, "Someone petrified you? Go with music, make them feel how hurt it was without telling them... they would feel it, they would get killed by it. You had suffered so much? Take it on the music, I bet it will save you from taking your life if there's something you need to get rid of... or you don't want to feel it... put in on the music, this will make you feel better. We can see how awful it was even if you don't tell it... so I decided... I am going to help you... to feel a little life. Looking at you now, you are lifeless, Jax. I want you to feel that you can change that. Change it,"


"Okay," I answered her. "I'm going to try it for once."


Her face gets brighter, "Really? You would learn it from me! That's so fun! You are amazing, Jax! You made the right decision!" and she threw her arms around me. I was surprised. No one's ever getting near to me like this... our skin is touching...


"Hey, I want a hug too!" Jake tried to intervene but Angela just glared at her. "Shut up, you are just a nuisance here. Now, go get your free bubble tea."


.
.
.


"So this is G, you need to remember the shapes of the chords. I'm going to teach you the basic chords and by tomorrow, I need you to memorize all of it."


This is the first time that I held a guitar. July 09, 2020... Thursday, in a cat café. Madonna meowed at me, I've been with cats for more than ten years so she was literally saying that she's cheering me up. I understand cat language. That's right, my little sister is looking at me. She wants me to do well. "So in case you want to ask, you are going to learn 'You belong with me' by Taylor Swift." she winked at me, her smile is always there. "This song is perfect for a beginner like you! And I also want you to become a swiftie... like me!"


Angela stood at my back, she was guiding my fingers on the strings. "This is D, you have pressed the strings so that the tone would come out." Jake is intimidating me, and he was sulking while drinking his bubble tea. Pressing my fingers on the strings hurt. It's penetrating on my skin. The strings had high tension on the guitar, I'm losing the strength to press it more.


Angela's perfume got inside my nose. I feel like sneezing. "This is A, now pressed it all again. And in one downstroke... you would hear it." she moved my fingers once again, "Lucky you are, you have big hands. Probably when you want to master everything about playing guitar, you would probably get all the hard chords... my hands can't do that because it's small and thin... doing a lot of bare chords are so tiring. My fingers hurt a lot." she continued, "This is E-minor. Just remember where to press the strings. Now show me what have I taught you a while ago,"


.
.
.


'When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten, and the damned?"'


Suddenly Jake was impressed while watching a singing contest on the Television.


"Wow, that guy is really good. He was hitting the high notes easily... is he a human? His voice is really good. And his name is... Silver Yen? I'm sure he's gonna win. Oh, he's half Japanese... his father must be a Japanese... and his mother might be American... but where did he take after? Did he got that skills from her mother or his father... oh... I can't tell if his parents can sing too. But damn, he is so good."


One of the customers got angry, "Will you please be quiet while watching the show? I can't get to hear his voice. You are so loud!"


"Oops, sorry..." Jake just focused on sipping his bubble tea.


'We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on...'


"Wow, his voice is also rash! I thought it was soft... he made a melodramatic tone at the beginning of the song!"


"I said please shut up!"


.
.
.


Angela kept on telling me to press more force on the strings. Now, my fingers hurt. I can see guitar strings on my fingers. She said so many things about me... I can't believe I agree with it.


"How's the first guitar session with Angela?" Jake is still following me. "Man, I was so envious... I had this feeling that I want to crush you while Angela is guiding your finger on the chords... how lucky you are. Look, Angela is the goddess in the school, everyone hailed her for it... and she just wasted a time on you... to teach how to play the guitar? A weird man, like you? But... I'm not going to hate you on that. It's true that you have some connection to the guitar... like you can do everything with it. That's a compliment because I can see what a person can do." And there he goes with his long talk, "For example, Asphalto... he may be a bad lyricist today... but after seeing his hard work... I know he can make it. He can make a hit song for the band. I remember my dream. And for you... though you detest it... it's like you have to touch the guitar... and once you will learn how to play it... you can't take it off from your life. You need it."


I looked at the night sky, and for the first time of my life, I felt this way.


.
.
.


"Oh, Alvero... what are you watching on TV?" I was making our dinner while Alvero is sleeping on the sofa. Benjamin was out to catch some balls. My father is waiting for me to finish cooking.


Alvero meowed at me, "Oh, you are following that contest? Someone actually made me learn to play guitar. Do you think it's right? I mean, I'm fine being this way... and I could go on without doing something."


Dad meowed.


"So do you think I should just go on with it? Angela wants me to learn a new song. The title is 'You belong with me', by Taylor Swift. Do you think I have to listen to it now? So far, I've tried learning a few chords. It's exactly, G D Em, C and A. Five in a row. My fingers hurt."


Benjamin walked in, there was something in his mouth. "Hey, buddy. What have got there in your mouth?" it was a guitar pick. "Where did you get this? Oh, did you think it was food? You must be so hungry." Benjamin answered back with a soft sound. And he began clinging on me. When he's like this, he wants me to tuck him in. "Hey, are you also forcing me to learn it?"


'So why can't you see, you belong with me, you belong with me,'


.
.
.


"I've seen him before! He made several covers of rock bands! Legendary rock bands and he nailed it! I subscribed to his channel last week and I watched all of his covers. It was great." Asphalto said while looking at Crimo's phone to see the live performance of Silver Yen yesterday. "And to think that he sang one of MCR's songs... that man is a badass." Crimo said. "I like his voice. It's so powerful." Jake said.


.
.
.


"I will try to play guitar for the band," I said.


"Wait! Lord Jaxus is saying something!" Jake said. Asphalto paused the video. He asked me, "Can you repeat what you had said?"


"My family said that I have to try it."


"Before that?" Crimo waited.


"I will try to learn how to play the guitar."


"Oh." – Aspalto.


"Yeah," – Crimo.


Jake was almost crying, "You made the right decision, Lord Jaxus! Welcome to the band!" he hugged me. I almost lost my breath. Asphalto knocked him off, "Idiot, why are you crying like that? You look so ugly." Crimo faced me, "So, you finally decided on it. I want to see how hard you can get. Once you are in our band, you have to do everything you can. And let me remind you, you can't leave once you joined." He started threatening me, "And that means, you can't take back what you had said."


Jake can't contain with just one hug, "I'm so happy! You made the right decision! I'm pretty sure you will get better at it! You will master it, Lord Jaxus!"


On July 10, 2020. I formed a band with them.


.
.
.


During lunch...


"So, since the positions of the band have been completed, let's decided now the name of our band. We can't go on with nameless, we have to do a live performance on the streets and someone will say, what is the name of your band? I believe we have to answer that." Asphalto said. He raised a brow, "Any suggestions?"


"Uhm, let's get clear with the positions first. I am the bassist, it's obvious, right? And I don't want to be the leader of the band... I'm bad at leadership." Crimo seconded.


"I'm the drummer, I promise I will hit the drums more accurately," Jake said and he began hitting his drumsticks on the table. "Stop it, Jake!" Crimo interrupted. "And Lord Jaxus is the guitarist." Asphalto looked at me, "But you need to master the guitar right away. In a few months, we would be doing our practices now and at the same time, perform with an audience." Crimo decided, "Since you thought of that timeline very well, you take the leader position, Asphalto." Jake agreed, "Yeah, I think you would lead our band great. We believe in you."


"Do you have any objections, Lord Jaxus?"


What's with the Lord on my name? I don't know if I made the right decision, suddenly the fear is constantly eating me. What if this thing will take something from me? I'm happy what I am right now. And I don't want to throw it all away.


'Music is for people who want to feel something and you need it. I believe you need it.'


.
.

.


"I need to buy a guitar." I proclaimed.


"Yeah, you need a guitar because obviously, you are the guitarist of the band," Crimo rolled his eyes at me. "What Asphalto is trying to ask is... do you hate him if he's the leader of the band?"


"How much is the guitar?" I asked them, I looked at them one by one.


Crimo cringed at me, "He's not listening and he seems he doesn't object it. Asphalto, you are now the leader." Jake clapped his hands, "Congratulations, Asphalto! You are the leader of the band." Asphalto looked so proud of himself. "Yeah, as the leader I would do all of my responsibilities... I want our band to be recognized by people. Let's make our own style! I will make music... and be in-charge with the lyrics—" Crimo stopped him, "Oh please, just focus on learning the piano."


"Wait, Lord Jaxus asked how much is the guitar right now," Jake said. Asphalto thought about it, "I don't know... but there are cheap second had guitars available on electronics shop. I've seen it. But if you want high quality, you would choose popular brands... like Taylor Guitars, Fender, PRS... oh wait, what do you mean? Do you mean electric guitars? Or just a classic guitar? Or acoustic?" Crimo added, "I've mastered bass and I've always watched live performances of rock bands and I believe he has to own those things, I even had my acoustic bass. The cost might probably be a thousand dollars."


That's expensive.


"So let's decide now the name of our band." Asphalto changed the topic.


Jake was getting excited, "I have an idea! I have an idea!" he stomped his feet, "Stop being so hyper, Jake!" Crimo said. "Sorry, let me speak first." Crimo hissed, "You are hell one of a talkative with a big loud mouth."


"Don't get angry, Crimo. Let him speak first." Asphalto hushed him down. "So, Jake... tell us your idea."


"Uhm... since we have our own sad experiences... and we both felt another kind of misery... like for example, let's start with Asphalto... he was bereaved after his parents were murdered. He has another sad story to tell to everyone... he felt being lonely... alone in the dark. He's that kind of island that somebody has to reach. In Crimo's case... he is an ex-convict..." Crimo was angry, "What do you mean ex-convict? I am not an ex-convict!" Asphalto had managed to take him back to his seat, "Calm down, calm down. It's true that you've been jailed but Mrs. Garber made a way to let you out. So let's not put greed on that, okay?" Crimo nodded, "Okay,"


Jake continued, "And in my case, the reason why I cut my wrist long ago... it's that I hate the feeling of being alone... and I want someone to be with me... so I tried to gain attention by cutting my wrist. Good thing that the nurses in the hospital are all understanding... but there are days that I want to quit the feeling of being aloof... so I wondered what's like being in the afterlife... and what kind of life will I have there if there's a life waiting for me... and to sum it up! Asphalto is an island that is needed to be discovered, Crimo is an island that has been imprisoned of past mistakes, and I was another island that needs to be connected to another island... and lastly, Lord Jaxus is a new island with spooky features that no one will ever want to enter it because it will become their death. He's a dangerous island but... I can say that he's not. But from the perspective of people, they would think that he's a criminal or something because of his look and personality. We are all an island. And we formed a rock band because we don't want to be an island forever. We want to shout to the world that we will never ever be an island. Let's never be an island... let's build bridges on every island... and let's not burn them down."


"That's kind of creative on your part," Asphalto commended him.


"Yeah, even the real meaning sounds so depressing, I think that's a good idea. So the name you are proposing is..."


"Never Island." he was proud of it, "We are never an island."

It was only a basic quirk assessment designed to test the limits of my power, but after the testing was complete, my mother and father told me seriously that my quirk had the potential to be very powerful. They told me I would become a great hero in the future.
I wasn't super sure what they had meant, but hearing that I would become a great hero in the future, I just smiled, nodded and loudly agreed.
But as our little family was celebrating my newly discovered powers, the doctor rained on our parade.
"Shigeo-san, I know you and your wife is very happy about your son's powerful quirk, and I hate to be the wet blanket, but well, Fumiko-san, you were a pro-hero once, so you should be familiar with the problem of children who possess powerful quirks." He sombrely began.
My mom who had previously been exuberant paused before nodding slightly.
The doctor continued, "Your son is able to generate immense force telekinetically, and as we have found out, he can exert this force on both organic and inorganic matter. I'm sure you can see how dangerous this can be without me describing it."
My mom flinched at the thought.
"200kg of force exerted on a human body... it is enough to crush bones. And he has only just awoken his quirk. He is only five years old now, but as he gets older, the limits of his powers will greatly expand. This might sound strange, but if his current limits never change, that would be the best outcome for everyone involved. If it continues growing stronger... Which is why it is imperative little Yasuo must learn to control his powers. As soon as possible. Otherwise, he might become a danger not just to himself but others around him."
My parents looked at each other before turning to me, who didn't really understand all the words the doctor had said, but could sense that the atmosphere had changed very suddenly.
My dad nodded, "We understand doctor. What should we do?"
"It is good that he only recently awakened his quirk. He still has a year before he starts attending Elementary school. I recommend letting him stay here until that time, so that he can learn how to control his quirk safely."
Mom furiously shook her head, "Impossible! I won't let Yasu-chan stay here for an entire year! He needs to be with us, with his parents!"
"I understand your concern madam, but if it is between letting your son stay here or having the possibility of him hurting himself with his own quirk one day, which one would you prefer?"
"That is-! Why are these the only two options!"
I looked between the doctor and my parents, unsure of what it is they were arguing over. I pulled on my mom's sleeve, "Please don't make me go away, mom. I don't want to leave you and dad."
My mom immediately crumbled, pulling me into her embrace, "There is no way. I won't let you take Yasu-chan!"
"Fumiko..." Dad started but was silenced with a furious glare from mom.
"Please don't misunderstand, madam. We won't take your son forcibly, we're not monsters. It is entirely up to you, his parents. However, I beseech you to please reconsider. Right now we can't force you to do anything, but the day your son accidentally hurts someone with his quirk, we will have to take him away for the safety of both him and everyone else around him. With or without your consent." The doctor ominously explained.
"If anyone tries, I will-!" Mom's face scrunched up in a cold fury as she began seething with rage.
"Fumiko!" My dad, who is usually very passive and accommodating to his wife sternly called out.
Mom flinched, before sharing a look with dad and then deflating helplessly in concession.
Dad continued, "Perhaps we can come to a compromise? Instead of having Yasu-chan stay here full time, we can bring him here every morning for him to learn control, and bring him home in the evening? That way Yasu-chan can be with his family while minimizing the risks of injuring himself?"
The doctor chuckled, "Yes, that was the alternate option I was about to suggest before madam blew up."
My mom blushed in embarrassment, "I... I can accept that compromise. As long as Yasu-chan won't be taken away from us, that is fine."
And that was how I started learning to control my quirk from specialists.
-----(Time skip 6 months - Yasuo age 5)------
It has been a few months since I started going to the Quirk Assessment Center to learn how to control my quirk.
Because I had to go to the QAC almost every day of the week, barring Saturday and Sunday, from morning to evening, I had to stop going to preschool. Which really sucked cause I liked going to school and having fun with my friends.
I was stubborn at first, insisting that I would never hurt anyone with my quirk, accidentally or not. But when he asked how I would feel if I accidentally hurt mom with my quirk by not learning how to control it, I had to admit that it would be a sucky feeling.
The bright side was that I got to play with my quirk everyday as well. The doctor told me that I needed to learn how to control my quirk so that I won't accidentally hurt anyone.
Initially, rather than pushing the limit of my quirk by asking me to lift heavier and heavier things, I was told to do simple, mundane, everyday tasks with my quirk rather than my body. Eating, writing, tying shoelaces or even playing with LEGO blocks. Tasks that needed fine motor control even when using your own hands.
After that was done, the doctor wanted me to be able to perform intricate actions with my quirk like painting and drawing or completing what he called dexterity puzzles.
A few of those puzzles were really fun, like having to telekinetically move around a box that had a clear lid in order to manoeuvre the tiny metal ball inside a maze to fall into a hole. Or playing an old school board game called Operation, where I had to carefully use a small tweezer to remove plastic ailments from small cavities. If the tweezer touched the edges of the cavities, the 'patient's' nose would turn red and an alarm would buzz.
At first it was difficult, like I would accidentally crush the maze box, shattering it into pieces when I got frustrated or excited. Or when the tweezers would violently pierce through the board game when I recoiled from the loud alarm. But after some time, I became more capable at using my quirk. Not in terms of strength and speed, but in terms of control.
Here I learned that often times, there were some problems that could not be solved with brute force. Sometimes, a gentle hand can be more effective at solving a problem than a forceful one.
After awhile, I could move things with my mind even better than I could with my own hands. Painting while holding a brush with my psychokinesis could produce a work that would better resemble the picture I have in my mind as compared to painting with my own hand.
Dexterity puzzle games could be completed in just a few seconds, or even shorter if I cheated and controlled the tiny metal ball in the maze to move through the labyrinth by itself.
I was then taught how to play the ukulele, a tiny guitar. The doctor wanted me to only use my quirk to play the ukulele, which was easier than I thought after going through all the previous exercises. I learned how to play all the chords in just a day and then moved on to playing scales, a set of musical notes in ascending or descending pitch, and then subsequently chords.
Here I learned how to form what I can only describe as invisible hands. They were like intangible, astral constructs that helped me with more delicate tasks such as playing an instrument. When I explained to the doctors what I did, they asked me why I described them as hands. I answered honestly that I didn't know. They guessed that maybe it was because I was most familiar with hand-like appendages, but theorized that it was possible for there to be no restrictions in the shape of the constructs I could create.
It wasn't long before I became proficient in the instrument, being able to play an entire tab with just my psychokinesis. The first song I was taught was an old song called La Vie En Rose. Of course, if I tried it with my hands it would sound like complete rubbish.
Manipulating objects with my quirk was completely different to touching them with my own physical hands. My quirk was directly connected to my mind, I only had to will it in order for my telekinesis to move instantly as I wanted. My hands, on the other hand, required fine motor control that needed to be trained in order to achieve the level of dexterity I had with my Psychokinesis.
I enjoyed learning to play instruments, and the specialists at the Quirk Assessment Center was only too willing to oblige my requests. I moved from the ukulele to the guitar, the violin and then the piano.
The violin was the hardest to pick up, because unlike the guitar and ukulele where I could just strum the strings with my 'Phantom Hands', dubbed by the doctor, I had to manipulate the violin bow in concurrence as well. The piano was my fondest instrument. Simply because unlike most pianist, I was not confined to having just two hands to play the piano.
The most complicated and intricate sonatas could be performed by me with ease as long as I knew the chords.
After the past few months of learning control, the doctor decided that my education in control was complete. He was now confident that it would be unlikely for me to hurt anyone accidentally with my quirk. After all, he claimed, if I could play Beethoven's Sonata No.29 on a piano while at the same time play Concerto in D Minor by Sibelius on the violin, chances are it would take conscious effort on my part to, for instance, break someone's bone.
Now that he was confident in my control, he wanted to see if my maximum capacity of, for lack of a better word, psychic energy could be increased with training. So I was set to the task of pushing my limits every day, lifting heavier and heavier objects, and moving them faster and faster as well.
In the blink of an eye, it was finally the last day of my training in the Quirk Assessment Center. While, to be more accurate, the last month of my training was not at the Quirk Assessment center. When I reached the maximum measurement capacity of the laboratory, I had to go to a specialized facility to continue training the maximum output of my quirk.
On the last day of my training, the maximum force I could generate on a single object was measured to be 2,680 kilograms. And the speed at which I could move a 100kg metal weight was measured to be 166 metres per second - slightly less than half the speed of sound. But the force of the 100kg weight impacting the measuring device at that speed was roughly equivalent to 16,600 newtons or 16.6 kilonewtons. That was more than ten times the force of a medieval cannonball being fired at the muzzle.
Or at least that was what I heard from the Quirk Specialist. I didn't understand a word of what they were saying, but the way they were saying it made me feel proud.
The reason why my quirk training was ending because next week I was starting Elementary school, where I was repeatedly and vigorously told that I could not use my quirk. Quirk usage in public places were considered illegal, with the only exception being pro-heroes or other civil servants like policemen and fire fighters. With the concept of control being hammered into my brain for the last year, it was not a difficult rule to follow.
Yet, at the same time, I had been constantly using my quirk for almost every aspect of my life for the past year. It might be difficult to reconcile the two contradictory concepts while I got used to not using my quirk in school. I wonder why do adults always send mixed messages?

OC!Kurogami Yasuo is born with the overpowered quirk of psychokinesis, determined to become the next Symbol of Peace. 

No system, no reincarnation, no transmigration and absolutely no harem. 


Schedule: 1 chapter per day.

Kazumi was given a practice guitar to learn basic cords on by Chiasa. She felt like crying at the stinging, numbing pain to her fingers.  The strings were plastic, but they still hurt like hell when she pressed down on them and strummed. Stretching her fingers out across the guitar's neck was like practising doing the splits. It hurt.

All she had to learn was three bloody chords: C, D and G.   There was nothing smooth about the her transition from one chord to the next.

'I give up!' She dropped her guitar on her bed, ditching her practice.  

She dumped herself down on her mat, taking in the silence around her.  It was too quiet for a Saturday afternoon.  It was the first time she had a day to herself.  

Usually, Hiroto would call her up to see if she wanted to hangout. Now, his calls were for her brother.  Over a month had past since they were dating. The time lab between their friendly get-together was naturally becoming a distant memory. She had heard of the lovers before friends reality, but instinctively denied it.  She had even said to Rei that it was friends before lovers, when in truth it was the opposite.

'Lovers huh.' She hissed the cursed word, starting to see it being more trouble than it was worth.

Maybe not being in a relationship with Hiroto was a blessing in disguise. She didn't have to go through all that lovey dovey feculent protocol that couples would have to suffer through.

'Gah! What's with this crappy attitude today!'  She slapped her cheeks. 'Get it together Kazumi!'

He dropped her rant with a heavy sigh and stared at the empty space on her wall where her Devil May Cry poster used to be. 

'That's me right now.' She sighed again and turned her attention to the practice guitar lying on her bed.

'Is it worth putting all your effort into an art when no one will hear it? Worse, practice so much to learn that you're playing a song no one wants to hear.'

Kazumi yelled out her frustrations to the empty space on her wall.  She wasn't at the stage to call herself an artist, yet she was feeling the sting of silence and neglect.

Realising her reality of the moment, she slowly rose to her feet, grabbed the guitar's neck and begin to play an awful arrangement of the three chords she was learning.

Her only answer to her neglectful and disdainful silence was never demand defeat.

An hour later, Shiroto was calling on her phone but she was too absorbed in her practice to take notice.

Since the ability-drawing session was over, Su Yang could do nothing but accept his fate.
He went to the bathroom to wash the blood off his face and got all sentimental about how poor his fate was. 
'I knew things wouldn't be this smooth…'
In the past few days, everything had been going well for him. His point-adding had been great and even the kid that he was supposed to locate returned home by herself.
As expected, fate toyed with him big time at this very moment.
'Fate must be jealous of how handsome I am.'
Su Yang looked at his bruised nose in the mirror. He tried to cry but failed to shed a single drop. He really lost a huge deal in this ability-drawing session.
After he adjusted his mood, Su Yang went out of the bathroom.
Even though he did not get any ability that could help him in his English semester test, he was still hopeful. He still had one and a half to two months before the test. By then, the [Lucky Disfiguring Brick]'s cooldown would be reset and he could gamble once more.
Should he fail at that timing, he might have to welcome the first failed subject in his university life.
He did consider smashing himself with the brick before the test but the effect would only last for 30 minutes. Considering the fact that students had to arrive at the exam venue before the test started plus the time needed for the lecturers to distribute the test papers, it would be great if he had 10 minutes left on the timer for him to answer the paper.
10 minutes of 'Lucky Time' was not enough for him to pass the subject.
He tested the effects of the brick earlier and found out that the extent of his luck was not about knowing the answers to blanks, but he must first answer the question. After thinking about it, he would get a hunch about which or what answer to write.
As for knowing the answer without looking at the question, it might be possible if Su Yang flattened his face with the brick.
Of course, he did have one more option other than smashing himself with the brick or drawing more ability from missions, which was to study English for real. He thought about it seriously, but he realized that if he really had the time to study, the results of his other subjects would have been near perfect.
Therefore, he gave up on the option. Everyone's talent was different, and he did not want to forcefully change anything. After he mentally prepared himself for another ability-drawing session, Su Yang returned to his desk and checked his reward.
He had to admit that the [Lucky Disfiguring Brick] was useful. Otherwise, it would take him a long time to find out that randomly drawing the three same abilities would give him something extra related to the ability.
Su Yang tapped to get the ability, and right away, a series of guitar-related knowledge gushed into mind, including how to hold a guitar, how to read the music score, how to play a tune, and how to sing while playing, etc.
The knowledge and techniques merged with him like his second instinct as if he instantly became a professional guitarist who had been playing and singing for seven to eight years. He knew everything there was to know about a guitar.
If he were to describe his current guitar level, he would probably say that he was only a step shy from becoming a full-time guitarist and could make it as an occupation. His skills were far better than the average guitar hobbyist's.
Unlike the first ability he got, [Close Combat], maybe because playing the guitar needed him to have a certain level of musical knowledge, Su Yang's mind was also filled with a lot of musical knowledge.
It allowed him to grasp the rest of the musical instruments based on his level of guitar knowledge. He was able to more or less play other musical instruments and could even write one or two songs himself, but it might not turn out melodious enough.
After all, all musical instruments shared the same musical theory.
It was an expected surprise that cured his grievance by a lot. This ability might not be as useless as he thought. 
When he tried to sing, he realized that his voice was indeed more charming and melodious, but he did not know whether it was a psychological effect or not.
Nevertheless, he did not have plans to become an actor or a singer. He just wanted to keep a low-profile and earn money!
How could this lousy ability earn him money?
Besides, he would still have to buy a guitar which meant that he must spend the money first before the ability could be of any use!
…
On the second day, Su Yang visited a guitar shop and spent 300 yuan on an entry-level guitar.
He had been thinking about this for a whole night. A man's fate might be as uncertain as the weather. He might end up on the streets one day without any food on his plate. Until then, he could rely on the guitar to perform by the roadside or under the bridge to make a living.
He passed by the bank after he came out of the guitar shop, so he conveniently transferred 5,000 yuan to his parents. Since he got richer, he should change his parents' way of life for the better.
His parents insisted on not taking his money. It was his hard-earned money after all and everything cost a lot in the big city. His parents blamed themselves for not being able to provide him with equal conditions to compete with other children, so they did not want to drag their son back.
In the end, after Su Yang persuaded them in every possible way, they accepted the money. However, they said they would keep it for him in case he got married in the future.
Su Yang did not care since old folks tended to behave as such.
He just wanted his parents to have the money. If they needed the money, they would be able to use it. Even if they did not, he would feel better with them having the money.
The older generation had lived through some tough days, but the virtue of saving and the spirit to endure hardship lived in the hearts of the people of Huaxia.
Carrying his newly bought guitar, he banked in 27,000 yuan into his own account and then headed to the campus while humming a melody.
After he found an empty garden in the faculty, he sat down and put his guitar strap around his neck. His fingers simply touched the strings, and at that moment, images flashed through his mind. The guitar felt like his best friend that he had grown up with. He felt very familiar with every aspect of it and did not feel as stiff as before.
Su Yang tried out all six of the guitar strings and with his 'many years' of experience in playing the guitar, his ears were able to tell that the tunes were off.
He tried to adjust the tune of the strings according to his gut feeling, and after being tormented for a full five minutes, he finally tuned the six strings according to the standard of his memories.
However, that was the best that he could do. The melody of this guitar was not as good as the one in his memory since it was just an entry-level instrument.
After he tuned the guitar, he embraced it closely. His eyes were gazing at the flowers and lush of the garden but at that moment, he did not know what to sing.
'What should I play? I don't think I know that many songs either…'
Su Yang stared blankly at the garden for a while and finally remembered a song that he used to listen to.
He tested out a few chords and started humming.
'Countless chilly winds once caressed my chest.
'The farthest dream once forced me to gaze into the stars
'I was once sneered at and mocked countless times, telling me to give up my melodious dream.'
'I was once drowned by loess, washing away my passion…
A voice of a boy singing the complaints of his life softly echoed in the garden.
…
As the class secretary of Chinese Literature in the Faculty of Arts of Shanghai University, Chu Xia was actually busy.
Apart from having to organize the tasks assigned by the lecturers before distributing them to the students, she also had to help the students to deal with…ahem…'explain' all sorts of problems to the lecturers.
Even if she did not have any class that day, she had to make many trips to the office and the faculty. After all, other than the tasks from the lecturers, she still had to deal with the tasks from the student committee and mentors.
She had just finished a meeting at the Cultural Club with the student committee. Shanghai University was collaborating with two more other universities to organize a singing competition on campus. The Cultural Club had given her a task to find at least one participant from each class.
She headed to the dorm right after the meeting. When she walked past a little garden, she heard someone singing while playing the guitar.
She loved music ever since she was young and was rather familiar with all kinds of musical instruments. Therefore, for whatever reason, she quietly took a detour to the garden.
After she went into the garden, she saw the back of a boy being blocked by a significant portion of the parterre. The boy was carrying a guitar and tuning the strings.
'Is he tuning by ear?!' Chu Xia was slightly surprised.
Such a technique was not difficult to master, but one must have a certain talent and a set of good ears. Furthermore, one must be experienced. Only a musician who had been making music for years could tune by ear alone.
Besides, in modern society, no matter how keen the human ear was, they were no match for the accuracy of a tuner.
Therefore, it was rare for a guitarist to tune by ear.
As she listened to the change of tune on the strings, Chu Xia was certain that the person had not tuned the guitar beforehand with a tuner. It was not to show off. Instead, the person was really listening to the chords and tuning it one by one.
Soon, the strings were tuned. The boy somehow went blank for quite a while as if he was thinking about something.
Chu Xia waited for two minutes, but the boy had yet to sing.
Just when she wanted to leave because she thought the boy's mind had wandered off and he did not plan to sing, a few simple chords burst out and a charming, magnetic and somewhat familiar voice entered her ears.


Su Yang was an average university student in Shanghai when he received a system that allowed him to add points to things. The point system provided him with missions and by clearing them, he would gain points. 
Add a point into an object, the object will receive a special ability; add a point into a plant, the plant will come alive; add points on himself, he will get talents or superpowers.
With the mysterious point system in hand, Su Yang aimed to become rich and alter his fate. On his path towards success, he encountered many interesting matters and people, including famous actresses and business tycoons. Fueled by determination, Su Yang set his sight on adding points into all things to help him achieve his goal. 


invisible guitar chords novel

The Demon-Song Chronicles

Jack of Arts

Superstars of Tomorrow

A Guitar Boio in a Fantastical World

~_Purple dynasty_~

Shot ~ Sexual Fantasies

This Story is Deleted

MHA: Psychokinesis

Love One Shots

I'll Add Points To All Things

People search invisible guitar chords also like: