MidReal Story
Melodic Revolution
Scenario: Three people in college years, a brown haired boy, his younger brother, and their childhood female friend who are in a band together, the girl is a singer, the oldest boy is a guitarist, and the youngest brother is the drummer. They play in a world were music is secretly magic and is strangely hidden, their equipment can turn into weapons, the microphone into wings, skates or claws, the drums into a possible bat, and the guitar into a gun/sword. Their past lives are unknown, all they know they ended up here and have to fight for their right to music against the government, but will they turn over a new leaf? Or will they meet or create a revolution? And also are in search of their hidden bass player.
Create my version of this story
I couldn’t help but admire Mia Thompson as she took the stage.
She was a vision in her leather jacket, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back like a waterfall.
The anticipation was palpable.
The air in the dimly lit underground venue crackled with it as we set up for the secret gig we’d been invited to play.
Mia stood by the stage, watching us prepare and talking to a few of the rebels and believers who had come to see us play.
She had this way about her, something in the way she carried herself that made people believe in her, in us, in our cause—whatever it was.
I looked at my younger brother, Max, who was sitting behind his drum set, tapping away on the snare, his foot bouncing with excitement.
“Dude, chill,” I said.
“You’ve checked that thing like a hundred times already.”
“We’re about to play a show in an underground venue for a bunch of rebels,” he said, his voice full of awe.
“This is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to us!”
I got it—we were about to play a show for the first time since learning we were music warriors.
I could hardly believe it myself.
“We’re not playing the Super Bowl,” I said with a smile as I plugged in my guitar and checked the tuning one last time.
“Let’s get ready.”
A few minutes later, the lights dimmed and the crowd grew silent—and then exploded into cheers as Mia stepped onto the stage.
She didn’t even have to say anything—the crowd was already on their feet, screaming her name, throwing up fists and devil horns into the air.
As if she were some kind of rock goddess.
The truth was, she very well could be.
That much I’d learned about Mia Thompson—she’s no stranger to kicking ass and taking names.
She’d been doing it her whole life.
And now she looked like she was ready to do it on stage, too.
A few months ago, we were just a bunch of kids in high school who played in a band together for fun—me on guitar, Max on drums, and Mia on vocals.
But for as long as I could remember, we’d also been warriors—soldiers at heart, with a mission to fight for our right to music in a world where it was controlled by an oppressive government that had banned it for everyone except a few elite citizens.
I didn’t know much else about our past, only that it was a mystery to us, too—none of us had any memories of it, at least not until recently, when we started having dreams and visions that revealed the truth about our past lives, together, as warriors—and our connection to a long-lost princess who needed us to help her save the world from a powerful enemy who wanted to destroy it.
We once had past conversations about these dreams, but we still could never figure out the pieces, but I knew right now wasn't the time to think of those things. Right now, As Mia began to take the stage, I knew I wasn't the only one who saw the rock goddess standing before me. I was once again struck by the power of her voice.
She was dressed in black leather and lace, her hair straightened and styled in loose waves, her makeup dark and fierce—she looked ready for war.
But it was her voice that commanded attention, even when she wasn’t trying to be heard over the noise of the crowd, as she spoke into the microphone, addressing our fans and friends with passion in her voice, fire in her eyes.
And when she began to sing, her voice was like a knife cutting through the tension to set us all free—revelers and fighters alike.
The audience erupted into cheers as she belted out the first notes of “You Give Love a Bad Name” by Bon Jovi, with such conviction that I almost forgot who had written it first.
I was struck by how appropriate it was—and by how much it seemed to speak to Mia herself, who was always so passionate about everything she did.
As Mia sang, I watched as rebels and believers alike danced and sang along with Mia in a sea of black clothes and boots—the uniform of rock and roll.
“I’m going to kill you,” I said with a grin as I leaned in close to Mia between songs.
“Only if I kill you first,” she said with a grin.
I laughed and shook my head.
Mia was the kind of person who always did things on her own terms—and in her own time.
She was a force to be reckoned with.
“Ready for the next one?”
she asked as she pushed a strand of hair out of her face and adjusted the microphone stand.
“Let’s do it,” I said with a nod as I tightened the strap on my guitar.
I turned to Max and counted to three before nodding to him.
He nodded back and counted us in, flashing me a grin before losing himself in the beat of the set.
I couldn’t help but grin back as I started to play along with him, the familiar rush of adrenaline washing over me as I lost myself in the music and let the world fade away.
Our set was getting close to the end when something caught my eye—a sudden burst of white light that filled the room all at once, blinding me for a moment before fading away.
When I looked up, I saw a group of government officials standing near the entrance to the stage.
One of them was talking on a walkie-talkie, but their voices were drowned out by the sound of Max’s drumming as we continued to play.
I glanced at Mia, who nodded almost imperceptibly—go figure that she’d noticed before any of us had, but that was just how she was.
“I think we have company,” she said as she motioned for us to keep playing.
I nodded and turned back to face the crowd, trying not to look at the officials as they made their way toward us.
It was hard not to notice them, though—they were dressed in black suits and ties, and a few of them were even wearing sunglasses, as if they hadn’t gotten the memo that it was nighttime and we were playing in an underground venue.
As we played, I watched out of the corner of my eye as one of them made his way toward the stage.
When he reached the edge, he looked up at us and scowled.
“You there,” he called over the music, his voice harsh and loud in my ear.
“Stop playing this instant!”
Mia didn’t miss a beat as she turned to face him.
“What are you going to do about it?”
she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she glared at him.
“I’ll tell you what we’re going to do,” he said as he reached for something in his pocket.
I glanced at Mia, who raised her eyebrows and nodded.
She didn't need to say anything else, I knew exactly what she meant, we all knew what was coming next. "Something tells me we're not going down without a fight," She said as she flashed me a wicked grin.
“Something tells me we’re not going down without a fight,” Mia said as she flashed me a wicked grin.
I couldn’t help but smile back at her as we locked eyes for a moment, a silent understanding passing between us.
Max must have caught on, too, because he flashed us a grin and started playing faster, building up the beat and getting the crowd even more riled up than they already were.
I never would have thought I’d be so grateful for my little brother’s tendency to get a little too excited during our shows, but at that moment, I was.
As soon as the officials reached for their weapons, we each turned our gear into something more appropriate for a fight.
My guitar turned into a sword, while Max’s drums turned into a shield and Mia’s microphone stand turned into a staff with a wickedly sharp blade on the end of it.
I led the charge as I ran toward the stage, my sword raised high above my head as I prepared to strike one of them down.
I had every intention of making sure that they knew exactly what we were capable of—especially if they thought they could stop us from playing music just because they didn’t like it.
But before I could do anything, something unexpected happened.
A figure emerged from the shadows and held out his hand—and in an instant, all of the government officials’ weapons went flying out of their hands and clattered to the floor.
I’d heard stories about him before—how he could create a shield around himself that was impenetrable, how he could move things with his mind—but none of them did him justice.
He was like something out of a comic book or a video game, and he was even more impressive in person than I’d ever imagined he would be.
Zero,” Mia said with a grin as she motioned for us to keep playing—only this time, she wasn’t just talking to us; she was talking to the crowd.
I expected them to be stunned, but instead, they started cheering even louder and raising their fists in the air, as if they were ready to take on the government themselves.
“Let’s show these assholes how it’s done,” he said as he flashed us a grin before turning his attention back to the officials, who were still reeling from what had just happened.
“Keep playing, boys,” he said as he held out one hand toward them, his fingers curling into a fist as if he were preparing to punch them—or worse—before he turned on his heel and ran toward them, his movements fluid and graceful as he dodged their attacks and fought back with everything he had.
I don't remember much about what happened after that—all I know is that it went by in a blur of light and sound, like I was watching everything unfold in slow motion. The noise grew louder, if that was even possible, as Zero fought off the officials who'd tried to stop us from playing. While all that was going on, I couldn't keep my eyes off Mia as I watched her sing, her voice poweful and haunting as it filled the underground venue, she was truly a fighter.
She looked like she belonged there, like she'd been born for this, and in that moment, she was absolutely breathtaking.
Her long brown hair shone like it was made of gold as it caught the light, and her voice filled every corner of the room, weaving some kind of spell over everyone who heard it.
For just a moment, it felt like time stood still as she sang, like nothing else in the world mattered except for her voice and her music.
It was like some kind of magic had taken hold of me—and from the way everyone else was acting, I had a feeling that I wasn't the only one who felt that way.
I glanced around and saw that everyone in the audience—rebels and civilians alike—were staring at her with rapt attention, like they couldn’t take their eyes off of her if they tried.
And then it hit me: this was exactly what we were meant to do.
This was why we’d been reborn, why we’d been given a second chance to make things right.
We weren’t just meant to play music; we were meant to use our music to change the world—and I had a feeling that this was only the beginning.
It felt like I was being sucked into some kind of a trance, like I was being pulled toward her by some invisible force that I couldn't fight even if I tried—and for a moment, I didn't want to.
All I wanted to do was go to her and wrap my arms around her and never let her go—but then I remembered where I was, and what was happening, and I shook myself out of it before I got myself into trouble.
I could have sworn that Mia had caught me staring at her because she gave me a knowing look that made me feel like she could see right through me—but then she flashed me a wink and went back to singing, and I knew that it must have been my imagination getting the best of me.
But then something strange happened.
As soon as she stopped singing, everything changed.
The energy in the room shifted, and all of a sudden, I felt like I was being pulled back into reality.
It was like whatever spell she’d cast over all of us had finally been broken, and suddenly, I noticed everything that was going on around me—the spectators who were watching from above, the officials who were fighting with Zero, and Mia and Max, who were both looking at me with concerned expressions on their faces.
I realized that I must have looked like I was in some kind of trance, but I didn't have time to explain myself because just then, all of the lights went out, leaving us in darkness.
For a moment, I thought that we were done for—but then I heard something that sounded like an explosion followed by a series of high-pitched alarms, and I knew that we were being attacked from above.
