4 Months later.

It felt big. Like the whole world was shifted, even if it was just... A large stage in Japan. Still. It Felt big. Bigger than anything anyone could describe. But mostly Beat.

It felt like something.

As someone who was 99% nothing. That concert. All that music and heart. That was her 1% showing. And after. Growing.

But where EXACTLY are we now?

Crest finally got out of his scared little corner and insinuated a riot against HARM he took his news of their wrongdoings. And made them heard. (With the help of the twins.).

Martial law in HARM infested areas was overthrown. And with the addition of a new government. The second they sat down. They couldn't hear the end of it.

One More Final.

And eventually. The acquiesced. Eh. Wrong word. Accepted. There sure was protest.

And the ban. Was lifted.

It was one of the many miracles their world. Including yours had seen. And music was everywhere. Cars driving by, stores playing it inside, street bands, radio stores, Guitar centers, Websites, Bands, Shows, Concerts, Tours it was.

Everywhere.

Did UNBEATABLE get popular? Nah.

You all still stayed mostly underground. Sure. There were those who would never forget you. But despite those people crying out how UNBEATABLE 'saved music'. People just said they were overreacting. And they were just a standard high distortion punk band.

Oh well. You can't get lucky every time.

You all practiced. Some had side jobs, as you couldn't live of the band yet. Or. Maybe ever, but that's okay. Being able to play at all is. A miracle.

So how's the Band?

Clef and Beat. Were always fighting. Not about choruses this time. But a time signature, those two never quit. Treble. Was waiting for it to end. Quaver was the only one practicing.

And Rest. Yes. Rest. Was sitting around. With the highest grade earplugs she could get. She could still hear those two.

Somethings never change, but... You almost feel happy this way.