The Revivers

Chapter 4 - Living Life Anew

"So, Kirstin, how is Pentatonix?  Anything happening lately?" I asked.

"I wish," she replied.  "When RCA declared bankruptcy, our contract was basically void.  Pentatonix was no more.  No one wanted our merchandise.  Our YouTube videos had zero views.  Our Periscopes were empty.  Our concerts were boring.  We just...gave up.  Nothing about us was worth anything anymore...so we all went our separate ways.  I have the original group chat on my phone, which has about 2,000,000+ messages since The Sing-Off days.  I'd love to see where everyone is now...but Jeremy has my phone-not to mention my life."

A musical prodigy.  Silenced.  Nothing was the same anymore.  This new generation has shattered all of her memories...

"Well, here we are!" I exclaimed.  "My...well, our, humble abode!"

She gasped.  "This place is...beautiful!  I don't know how it's still in one piece today, but it's just so...modern!  I wish my old house was like this!  Um...do you think I need a shower?  I look kinda bad..."

I was never prepared for this...  *gulp*  Let's try it.

"You look fine as you are!  If you'd like one, the shower is all yours!"

"I'll be back in a second," she said.

While she was cleaning up, I managed to find a small bag of trinkets she carried with her from the alleyway.  Inside was a few pieces of memorabilia.  A chip of a Superfruit lapel pin, some CD fragments from their albums, a photo of her huskies, and her Choose Happiness wristband.  It's great to see that their merchandise still exists-in a way...

I had an idea.  What if we fought to make the country a better place again, using the powers of music?  She might like that idea!  I put the bag back as it was.

"So Glenn, do I look any better?  I'm not as...dirty!"  She chuckled.

I turned around and saw she had nothing on but a towel.  She looked the same as she did 20 years ago...with the same smirks and everything!

"You haven't changed a bit!  It's like I won a contest or something...  I'll go get some clothes."

"Ha-ha!"  That familiar laugh from the Meet & Greet in Orlando always gets me.  I went and got a pair of shorts and one of my PTX shirts.

"Here's one of my PTX shirts from a while ago.  It probably doesn't fit me anymore, but you could use it for something...I don't really have anything small..."

"Thanks, Glenn!  Wow, this shirt fits nice!  You know, you're the nicest person I've met in a decade!  Everyone else was either ignoring me or just too busy to care.  But you...you decided to let me stay here and use your shower!  No one's ever been that nice to me in years!"

"Well, you're always welcome.  While you were bathing, I thought about us putting together a music group or a song that could turn this country around.  I don't know if it's even possible, but nothing's impossible!"

Kirstin thought for a second, then liked the idea.  "I really think you're onto something!  But, we need more help than just both of us.  Should we call Kevin, perhaps?"

First her, now Kevin?  An $11 trip to the store had a lot of neat benefits!  I think we might pull this off!

"Great idea!" I said.  "My phone's on the wall over there."

Kirstin called up Kevin.  I couldn't believe it...

I heard her on the phone saying "Hey Kevin, it's Kirstie!  Quick question...  Would you want to help save the country?...Oh really?  Nice!...That must be fun!...Okay, see you then!...byeee!"

"Kevin will be flying here from Atlanta in a few days.  He's a worldwide beatboxing champion, and he invented celloboxing and founded it as an official music genre!"

"Awesome!" I replied.  "This is exciting!  I can't wait."

We might just have a chance to fix up this shattered nation once and for all.