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This interview was giving Quackity an incredible headache, he was wondering why he agreed to participate in this
It wasn't even a crucial interview, it was brief and live for an online magazine. They're streaming it on their website, probably with some lighthearted questions about Quackity's future musical projects. Everything goes well until the last question.
"In four months, we will celebrate five years since the release of their most successful album, "Disrupted Harmony" and their golden song "Chaos in the sky" in partnership with cellbit.
Is there anything special planned for this big celebration?”
Quackity had already been asked about cellbit several times. Typically, he responds with a response already programmed by his agency, avoiding commenting on ongoing legal issues at The Federation.
But, he was already very tired of these questions, and the usual answer did not come out. Instead, Quackity says what he was
buried in his chest a long time ago.
"Chaos in the sky is an overrated, specifically bad song.
And I would prefer not to comment and really listen to Cellbit's voice for the rest of my life
It's obvious that the interview goes viral almost instantly.
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Cellbit was really irritated by all this. He just wanted to go home soon, he didn't see any point in watching mediocre bands play when he could be doing something much better. He couldn't even drink his daily coffee to try and calm his nerves. He woke up and was immediately pulled into his work
Sitting alone at the back of the small stage's dressing room, not far enough away to not be able to see the stage clearly, Cellbit reflected on the situation. The band performing at the time wasn't that bad, but he was indifferent enough to not care what they were doing. They were relatively well and, according to reports, fascinating, but there was nothing very special about them. No passion, no life. Just teenage aspiring musicians playing whatever came to mind without paying attention to the composition of the song. Cellbit would personally describe their music as a failed attempt at bubblegum pop, without many lyrics, just repeating the chorus over and over.
Cellbit was used to being surrounded by aspiring artists every day due to his work. However, none of the five members of that band possessed any genuine talent.
He had read the files on all of them, which had been left by his superior when he was assigned to this job. And he couldn't understand why the boss was wasting time with this group.
The vocalist was almost unbearable in the simple melodies he sang while shaking his hair. The lead guitarist was a pretty girl with pink hair, but she was so focused on not getting in the way of others that she was practically shaking with nervousness. The dark-haired keyboardist, Quackity, clumsily scrolled through the numbers. The bass player, Benito, was actually decent, but in a monotonous and predictable way. The drummer, Shougo, could only keep the beat ninety percent of the time. Honestly, this felt like a disaster.
In general, none of them presented merits for a solo career, and Cellbit questioned his boss's interest in contacting them as a band. Cellbit had an aversion to many bands in the federation, and this would be a new level of dislike. They have transcended that level of mediocrity.
The blonde sighed deeply, pondering how he could escape this boring environment without causing a fuss. After a few minutes of thinking he just gave up, if he left now it would probably go wrong
Cellbit, despite their initial resistance, decided to take a closer look as the band continued to perform.
After a while they finish with a truly irritating number called "Everyone needs a party in their life" that title alone is enough to bother you. He then checks his phone, relieved to see that the band's performance is about to end. Meanwhile, he skims through some texts with updates on the projects he's involved in.
The people around them didn't really understand music, they just applauded whatever they played without even paying much attention.
In one specific song they were playing, their pianist ended up taking the singer's place. He didn't quite understand the reason for this sudden change, he just imagined that he heard something unforeseen and they ended up changing him, cellbit hoped that at least the pianist would be better than the vocalist
He started singing a song that he didn't particularly know very well, but he was doing very well. Much better than he expected. The blonde was holding his breath, he was so amazed by that melody, it was truly something unique.
He was incredible. with a clear voice that drowns out the imperfections of the other band members.
This really was a surprise. He was wondering why they put that guy as vocalist when the pianist was incredibly superior in terms of vocals, his talent was being wasted within that little amateur group. He really deserved better
Quackity never wavered, not in the chorus range, not even when its guitarist gets lost in the middle of the bridge. He continues singing and playing as if he were the only one on stage.
Cellbit was wondering where his boss managed to find someone like that when he was hiding inside some band, without even having a record deal, it would be basically impossible to find him in this gigantic industry without him having any sponsorship or something like that. .
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To tell the truth, he didn't really know how to get Quackity to leave his garage band and start working at the same record company as him, he was thinking of some way to make him agree to such a proposal.
A distant memory comes to mind, perhaps in a conversation he occasionally overheard, where a person talked about how to make a person surrender to you.
It was quite ridiculous actually.
He remembered a man saying that to make a person come running to you.
You should make her lose her job, her friends and her family, leaving only you as her last remaining option, meaning that at one time or another the person will come after you as her last hope.
He honestly didn't think it would really work, they weren't even friends to make it a considerable option.
Maybe he could just leave this boring job to one of the employees, but he ends up giving up on the idea as soon as he thinks about it.
Even regular federation employees are likely underpaid and mistreated. Cellbit sympathizes a little with them, it would be better for him to try to solve this himself.