"The sounds, the sounds
They pound my eardrums
Should hurt but there's just--
Oh, sweet bliss, as my brain starts to melt
It melts in the song,
The so-sweet song,
The purple puddles swell now
I'm in a Music Meltdown..."
The vibrations of the song was coming from the car radio, crackling in and out from bad reception. The street light flashed red and the driver slowed down, seeing his chance to try and fix the radio. "Car," he addressed the automobile. With a shaky voice he said, "Turn off autodrive."
"As you wish, Justin," a slightly feminine, robotic voice replied. A small LED light turned off and the small hover car started moving slowly. Justin, the driver, slammed his foot against the pedal he believed was the brake. He had studied cars for a couple years, and since it was always the autodrive that took the machine places, he was only able to note which pedal seemed to be pressed down when the car accelerated and which one made it stop. His face paled as he glanced up at the street light every other seconds. The screen of it still lit bright red, saying STOP every ten seconds in a similar voice to the one in the hover cars. "Any other commands, Justin?" the voice asked.
"Fix the radio! Fix the radio!" squealed two young children from the backseat. One was a girl, with snowy-white hair and stormy gray eyes whose features contrasted against her peach skin. The other was a boy, his hair silver and eyes as gray and skin as peach as his sister's. Asterisk, the girl that could easily pass for six years old, wore a smile and continued to beg for the radio to be fixed. Escape, the boy who was older and wiser than his sister, was more mysterious and clouded. He usually kept to himself, making him seem much older than eleven years. However, he, too, asked for the radio to be fixed. The music was an addiction, and he couldn't quit now or settle for horrid quality.
"Yes, Asterisk and Escape, I will now work on the radio," the robotic voice announced. Only a faint buzz could be heard, but within three seconds' time the sounds from the radio were perfectly clear, not a scratch or crackle from the speakers. There were cheers from the two children in the backseat, then silence as they listened to the hit song.
"Now, Car," Justin said, mustering up all the courage he had to keep him from dying, all the pressure he was putting on the brake, "please turn autodrive back on." His voice was strained now, a vein threatening to burst from the minimal force he pressed onto the pedal. There was a ding! and the small LED light flickered on. Finally the car was in the machine's control again, and Justin breathed a long sigh of relief. The purple of his face started draining back to its normal peachy color. The screen of the street light flashed green and a voice announced, "GO!" Just in time, Justin took another deep breath from their good luck.
"Oh, those sounds, the sounds,
Coming from those speakers,
Pounding my eardrums
It could hurt, but it don't
Just sweet bliss, soft heaven
My brain starts to melt
Melting in the song,
That so-sweet song,
The puddles grows larger
As the last drop flows
I've died but I'm still alive
I'm in the Music Meltdown..."
The song faded to a close, and the bottom part of the hover car was filled with a mysterious liquid. Justin turned around to look toward his children, assuming they might have spilled their drinks. A toothy grin was plastered on their faces, and there was a small violet ring around the inside of their ears. In hushed voices, Asterisk and Escape hummed the song. Justin looked back at the large purple puddle and saw a small chunk of something. His faced paled and he looked at the streets around him. There were no cars moving, all driven into the chrome trees or just stopped altogether, all with purple liquid flowing out of cracks in the car. He gave his next command to the car's controller. "Car," he said, "Play the 'Music Meltdown' song. I wish to join my children and the rest of the world."
Anyone inside the city could feel the robotic voice grinning, if such a thing were possible. "Yes, Justin," it replied, and the song began again, crystal clear. The music played, and Justin could feel his thoughts fading away as a soft purple liquid flowed out from his ears.
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