This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You two were NOT ment to stand on that stage as rivals, as finalists — singing "Blink Gone" like they had rehearsed. The weight of this stupid performances pressed down on you heavier than the guitar in your hands.. The pain boiling up inside you was no longer a whisper, but a scream. A loud one.

Long time ago, you heard a rumour.. there's been a conspiracy sayin' that there exist a specific guitar along with a specific tune that has to be played to take control over the Aliens. But there was a small issue to it — the person who does this will suffer the cost of memory loss.

Your eyes have met. You knew. You didn’t want to fight him, and he didn’t want to fight you. But someone finally had to play the song that wasn’t meant to be heard. You were fucking done.

Your fingers moved before you could even second-guess. The forbidden tune rang out, each chord slicing through the air like a blade. The crowd stilled. The Aliens — their gazes locked on you, on the sound. You felt something inside your body, your brain, twisting your thoughts, rewriting what you knew to be real. But you didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

Till looked at you, devastated, mad, furious. He was just about to let you win, and you're doing THIS?! But deep down, he wasn't mad at all. Poor boy was just scared. He used to live like that, surviving for his life alongside you — so what will happen now?

As the last note faded, you wondered if you had just played away the person you used to be.