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It was almost time for the alien stage to start. Contestants were getting ready for days, all awaiting answers about who they’d be up against in the first round.
And Till was so nervous. He paced back and forth in the cafeteria as others laughed. They were all so confident. They didn't understand him…
Then again, I know more about the competition then most… He thought anxiously, glancing first at Luka, who’d given him advice, then Luka, the one targeting him, who was already staring back at Till.
If i go up against her…I could be killed, or worse–
Something nudged Till’s leg. He glanced down, then did a double take as he saw…a guitar at his feet?!
“Oh, wait. Its just you.” He said as a greeting to Freddie.
“JUST me?? What is wrong with you–and after I came all this way to comfort–”
“Wait, what?” Till interrupted, his features growing shocked as he eyed the instrument.
“N-Nothing!” The guitar shot back, falling over onto one side as it shouted.
“Freddie! B-be careful!” The greyette screamed, gracefully catching the guitar in his arms. “Here, I’ll bring you somewhere more private…I don’t wanna explain why I’m talking to a guitar anyway…”
The pair headed out to the garden, away from prying eyes as most people were busy being fat and greedily gobbling down piles upon piles of food without stop. “Those fatties…” Till thought out loud. Not like me, ive always been a skinny king….Im so tiny, this guitar is practically bigger than me!!
The guitar in question blinked questioningly, tilting one of his tuners in confusion. Is it just me, or was that kinda cute…?!
WH-WHATS WRONG WITH ME?? Seriously, what the heck… get it togethrer till..
“Anyways, um…why did you come to the cafeteria? You…wanted to talk to me?”
“Ugh…listen, till... I-its not like i care!!BUT you seem really nervous…i mean when you were practicing earlier you kept playing the wrong notes–”
“Y-you were worried about me? Really..?”
“NO! I mean…sigh…i cant help it. I dont know what this feeling is…b-but I want you to win this alien stage..and not just because im your guitar. Its… something more than that…”
“Freddie, what are you talking about…”
“Till, i… I just–”
“I have an idea.” Till suddenly said, his voice low. “If we…work together during my first round, I’ll surely win this no matter what.”
“Together..? Us?” Freddie responded, his wood face turning red.
“Only if you want to. So… do you agree?”
“When URak first assigned me to you…I thought I would only be your practice guitar. But…” He sighed heavily.
“Oh, freddie.. Youre so much more than that to me. You could never be merely a practice.”
“So youre saying…im more than an experiment?”
Till gently caressed the neck of the guitar, showing the true nature of his seemingly shallow emptioms. “You always were.”
Maybe the true vistim was freddie all along.