On my walk home, I heard a familiar sound coming from a nearby alleyway. It sounded like crying and singing...
"La la, *sniff* la la la la la la la la la la..."
I paused. I remembered that sound from many years ago. It was part of a popular song. And that crying made me cry too. It sounded so good. An excellent piece of nostalgia, and a great thing to listen to for a change. Nowadays, music doesn't come from the heart...no one knows where it came from, or where it went...
"La la la la, *sniff* la la la la la la la la la la...*moan*..."
There it was again. I walked toward the source, and started seeing a young lady in her forties...she looked like someone I've seen before.
The piercing. The tattoos. The face. I couldn't believe it. I needed just one small detail.
"So, *sniff*, you came to see what my mediocre singing was all about?" the lady asked.
"Yes ma'am! It sounded so interesting, like La La Latch by Pentatonix, the best acapella group out there," I replied.
Her crying (and my gentleman-like behavior) became worse...
She moaned again. "Yeah, I wish people still knew about us..."
About. Us. It was definitely Kirstin! I sat down next to her and tried cheering her up.
"I know about PTX very well," I told her. "In fact, I have all of your CDs back at my apartment, and a few more songs online."
Her crying stopped almost instantly. She never knew that her group was still cared about, even by just one person. She turned towards me and hugged me for what seemed like an eternity, but was 5 minutes. She didn't stop crying, however. It was tears of joy.
"Well, it's very nice that you still like our music," said Kirstin. "If only..."
"If only?" I said.
"If only there was a way of making music...you see, the hip-hop and rap empires are taking over whatever music is left in the world. The only recording contracts out there are issued by YMCMB (Young Money Cash Money Billionaires) and they obliterated every good piece of music out there with their trashy recordings filled with sexual innuendos and vulgarity so intense your ears would melt off! The music world has become a bad place..."
I was shocked how one record label could become so powerful.
"One thing worse than that is...me. When Jeremy heard about RCA's bankruptcy, he wanted a divorce. All he cared about was the money and fame, not my good looks or vocals. He got to keep the house, the car, the awards and records, and even...my-my-MY TWO BEAUTIFUL BABIES! It just isn't fair!"
"Kirstin, I totally agree with you. In fact, you're more famous than he is!"
"Thanks for believing in me, Glenn. By the way, if it doesn't hurt to ask, do you think I could stay at your place tonight? It's tough living out in these conditions..."
I couldn't believe it. She just asked if I could share my room with her. Only a fool would deny that offer...
"Gladly, and definitely rent-free!" I helped her up off the cold & wet ground.
With my new best friend, I continued my walk home.
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The Revivers
FanfictionThe Revivers - a tale of music's recovery. The year is 2035. After Drumpf's presidency, America started going downhill. VERY QUICKLY. More and more Americans were losing their minds. Some moved to other countries, with no risk of returning h...
