Glastonbury Tales - A Yu-Gi-Oh! Musical

Act One, Scene One

DD: Okay, so this is a bit different to my usual stories. This is a crossover between the musical Glastonbury Tales and Yu-Gi-Oh, so there is very little plot and torture and shit. But there's fluff! And pairings! So enjoy!

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"Alright guys, you can take five!" Atem called as the song ended. He packed away his guitar as the band began to disassemble, but paused and looked up when he saw a pair of feet in front of him.

A man in a light purple shoes and dressy pants glanced at his iPad. "Uh... Atem is it? The Millennials, isn't it?

Atem slowly nodded as he stood up. "Yeah... And you are?"

The man smiled at him. "Ryou Bakura, Event Organiser for the Glastonbury Festival. That was very good; how would like the Sunday night headline slot? Eight pm?"

Atem glanced around. The band had reassembled and were all nodding at him. "Dude, we would be honoured. Just... Run the details by me again. The memory is not what it used to be."

The small girl with long dark hair standing behind Ryou with a notebook stepped forward. "The festival runs from Friday June nineteenth to Sunday June twenty-first." Atem frowned. "Glastonbury...Celtic connection...summer solstice? You know?"

Atem hesitated. "Uh... Yeah... Sure..."

Ryou forced a smile. "You are our headline Rock act. We do have other musicians; other types. We are trying new acts this year. But we need a well-known established group who will bring in the festival goers, and we think you fit that bill perfectly."

Atem nodded. The confused look on his face faded a bit. "Well, we have been in the business for twenty-five years. We have done all the major venues; Wembley, The Point in Dublin - it was that in our day you know. We played Burning Man in LA one year... But this is the festival; this will be a career highlight. Won't it, guys?" He looked at the band. They didn't react; they were all arguing over a can of beer in Akefia's hand. "Thanks Mr. Bakura."

Ryou shook his head. "Oh no; thank you Mr. Sennen...uh Atem. But you can just call me Ryou." He turned to leave but paused. "Oh, are there any special requests for your dressing room or backstage?

Atem leaned back, hands in his pockets. "Well not so long ago it would be ten crates of this, and twenty bottles of that with lots of friends to keep us company." The girl giggled but Ryou nudged her. "But not anymore," Atem continued. "So, plenty of Ballygowan - still and sparkling - fresh salads and fruit, but no kiwis; Rex is allergic."

Ryou nodded as the girl wrote the things down. "Alright so, got all that. I have contact details so I will email nearer the date. Thanks , see you then." He turned to leave but the girl stayed where she was, still writing the requests. "Blaire, come on," he called. "We still have a few bands left to talk to."

"Coming!" Blaire scurried after him, still writing.

Atem turned to the still bickering band and snatched the can of beer. "Give me that. That's mine. None of you can have it," he said, opening it. "Come on; we need to pack up. We still have to play at that birthday party."

Akefia glared at Weevil. "I will never forgive you for accepting that booking."

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Two men walked through the field, one taking long strides and one scurrying behind him. The first paused at a large building.

"So this with all the other outbuildings comes with the house and the land?" He asked, looking around.

The second man nodded. " Yes, Mr. Ishtar; all included. This is a rehearsal room for the annual music festival that takes place here in June. Bands use it as a practice area too; lots of very famous bands have played here."

The man – Marik Ishtar – turned to glare at him. "Music? Festival? I don't want that! I can't abide music; it turns people's head away from the important things in life, like business and work. No. No, no, no."

The estate agent hesitated. "Well... These are details we can discuss at a later date-"

Marik's glare deepened. "No! No music. Anyway let's move on. Show me the other buildings; I haven't got all day!" He began striding again.

The estate agent nodded and scrambled after him. "Yes... yes, of course."  

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DD: So what do you think? I'll be using multimedia to add in the songs in the places they're meant to go. Hope that's okay. Please vote and review, Killer Queens!