Synthwave Volume 1

Chapter 3: Electric Ladyland

Somewhere, in another dimension, where it has a lot of gigantic instruments, there is a millionaire called Silvergold.

Employee: Sir? The liquid has been formed.

Silvergold: Excellent. Shall we proceed to feed my beast?

Meanwhile, Synthwave and Farshtey are traveling in the RV, on autopilot. Synthwave is laying on the couch, while Farshtey is walking back and forth.

Synthwave: Farsh, any suggestions?

Farshtey: Suggestions on what?

Synthwave: Where to go.

Farshtey: Oh! Well... Uh... I can't think right now.

Synthwave: Ok... Want to try out the music dimension?

Farshtey: I don't know what that is, but... I am inclined to say yes.

Synthwave: Alright, then.

So they entered the dimension. A nice night sky, a lot of gigantic instruments, and in the distance it seems to play a theme kind of similar to Frank Sinatra's New York. Synthwave hums the theme, but then he realizes it wasn't really Sinatra's theme, but it did sound kind of similar to it.

Farshtey: What is this music?

Synthwave: I think you're not used to other types of music aside from country music.

Farshtey: Country music?

Synthwave: What they played back in your dimension.

Farshtey: Oh, right.

Farshtey then trips on a smaller piano that was walking around.

Farshtey: LOOK WHERE ARE YOU WALKING, YOU SON OF A GUN!

Then the piano starts making an angry, chaotic melody towards the robot cowboy, and walks away, still playing.

Synthwave then gives him a hand to get him back up.

Synthwave: Well... Want to have some fun?

Farshtey: Sure.

Then the two continue walking and they see a homeless female guitarist that needs a lot of money (Appearance: White skinned, regular sized, short black hair that reaches to the lower end of her neck, with a fringe, blueish green shirt with short sleeves, yellow pants, and blueish green shoes) Of course, she had to use her guitar to gain money, turns out she was quite amazing playing it.

Farshtey: Kid, do you have money?

Synthwave: Of course.

Then Synthwave gives her some money.

Synthwave: Here you go, Clapton, good luck.

Guitarist: Oh, thank you so much, mister. But to say that I am as good as he is... You're exaggerating.

Synthwave: Oh, don't worry. Keep up the good work, and you might even surpass him... Huh, didn't know he existed in here.

Farshtey: Who?

Synthwave: Eric Clapton.

Farshtey: Eric Clapton?

Synthwave: You have a lot to listen to, Farsh.

Then some biker gang with wheels of tambourine show up, and all three of them hold a knife.

Biker 1: Give us the money, guitar girl.

Guitarist: Ok... Why don't we do it on Moog Land?

Then the guitarist starts running away.

Biker 1: Alright, let's start the chase!