(REQ-FR) Music in Requestria - One Shot

>It's a dark and cloudy day on Earth.

>The lyrics aren't flowing into you like normal.

>Sitting in the back of your private recording studio, you try to write the next big hit.

>You have to.

>The record label might drop you.

>The shows haven't had as big of a turn out.

>Nobody even remembers your name anymore.

>Which is fine.

>You would prefer to be anonymous anyway.

>Setting pencil to paper, you begin to write something.

>Yes...

>Yes!

>YES!

>You raise the lyric into the air to admire your work.

>No.

>This is terrible.

>You crumple it up into a ball and feed it to the ever-growing stack.

>It's all over.

>Suddenly you hear a huge bang, and the door to your recording studio slams open.

>Two men in masks and shotguns run in.

>"Get over here you little fucking brat!"

>You try to hide behind a piano, but they already have you.

>"What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?"

>Tears roll down your cheeks at the though of your immanent demise.

"I... I just wanted to make people happy with my music."

>He pulls the trigger.

 

>Suddenly, you feel weightless.

>Falling through air.

>Is this the way it ends?

>You try to force your eyes open, but all you see is darkness.

>Taking a deep breath, you had already prepared yourself for death.

>It's like they say, 'Don't Fear the Reaper'.

>A sharp blow to your back and head send your senses in a fury.

>Tears begin to pour out of your closed eyes from the pain.

>"Another one!"

>"Quick! Before Fluttershy takes him!"

>You feel your arms pulled from your side and the ground moves from under you.

>If you could think straight or even move without hurting, you would fight your captors.

>"This is going to be a close one. Let's get him back to camp. The king will know what to do."

>The king?

>You are going to probably be killed.

>There is no point in fighting it.

>The darkness overtakes you.

 

>When you come to, you find yourself laying in a makeshift bed of hay.

>The loud crackle of a fire sounds close by.

>You smell cooked fish.

>Slowly, you open your eyelids.

>It looks like you are inside of a tent.

>Sitting up, a dull headache brings your hand to your forehead.

>"Woah... woah... easy. Nobody takes getting here well."

>Your head snaps to the voice next to you.

>The world seems to freeze.

>"Here's what you need to know. You are now in a land of colorful horses. They can talk and all of them are trying to rape you. You got here because you are an influential musician and I am-"

"Kurt Cobain!?!"

>Kurt looks down at you with a half smile.

>"It's always good to hear a fan of my work."

"B-but how?"

>"Well. From what we can guess... when a musician dies... They have this chance of coming here to this world to see if they can return to Earth for another chance of letting music come alive."

"Which means..."

>Oh god.

>Those two men.

>"Oh relax now man. You couldn't have came at a better time."

"Why?"

>"Well, shortly before you got here, we had a fellow by the name of Robert Plant... well, drop in. He's building a Stairway to Earth."

"What do you mean?"

>"There is this portal that opens when a new member joins our group. It's going to be open for 24 hours, and if we jump through, we might be able to go back."

"That's... awesome."

>"What's your name new guy? I'll introduce you to the rest of the group."

>You panic.

>What if they recognize your name.

"Uhh... uh... Anonymous."

>"Anonymous? Weird... but original I must admit. I'll show you around.

>The musicians are scrambling to get the stairway finished, but you still get to meet some of your greatest influences.

>You had to try and keep yourself from turning into a fangirl when you met Michael Jackson, Freddy Mercury, Buddy Holly and Richie Valens.

>Kurt pulls you away from the group for a moment.

>"Looks like you've met almost everyone... there is just one left that you need to meet."

>He pulls you towards a tall tent with a crown labeled on it.

>This must be... the king.

>Kurt pulls you into the tent and you see an elderly man in an old white...

>Is that a suit?

>Who is this guy.

>"I'm sure I don't need to introduce... the king of rock and roll."

"Who are you."

>He raises an eyebrow to you, but sighs and looks away.

>"I knew a day would come when my music would be forgotten... but I didn't expect it to be this soon."

"I'm sorry... I ju-"

>"Just. Gimme a moment."

>The old man stands up and extends his hand to you.

>"Back in my day... they called me Elvis. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Thanks... I'm Anonymous."

>Screams from outside the tent cause Kurt to run outside.

>"They must be heading back to Earth. You run along young one... My time has came and past."

>You smile to him.

"I'll listen to your music when I get back to Earth. I promise."

>You head outside the tent and expect to see happy faces, but instead see panic and chaos.

>"The whole damn town is coming!"

>"HURRY UP!"

>"I don't wanna be raped again today!"

>Grabbing wood, you help them build an assembly line to finish the stairway as fast as possible.

>The ground begins to rumble beneath your feet.

>"It's almost done! Keep going!"

>You see the ponies galloping off in the distance.

>There is no more time.

>You sprint to the top of the staircase and extend your hands as the last step.

>"Come on! Everybody in!"

>Michael places his foot firmly into your hands, and he jumps into the portal.

>The rest of the musicians begin to panic and push to get in the portal.

>One by one, they all begin to file inside.

>As the last few begin to push their way in, Kurt raises his voice.

>"Hey! How will you get inside then?"

"Never mind that, you all need to bring the music back to Earth."

>Just you and Kurt remain, and you can hear the lusting ponies quickly approach to swarm on you.

>He smiles and places his foot in your hands, but stops.

>"At least tell me your real name. That way I can declare you a hero on Earth... none of this would have been possible without your sacrifice."

>You smile to him.

"Justin.... Justin Bieber."

>He nods to you.

>"Thank you Justin. If it weren't for you... the world would have never been able to listen to good music again."

>Kurt jumps into the portal and the ponies begin to climb the stairway.

>You leap off and dive into the swarm of horny mares.

>This only makes sense.

>You knew that your death would involve being raped by thousands of girls.

>If only they were fans and not ponies.

>Today was a save the music kind of day.