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K. El-Amrani
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Original poster
Complete darkness.
That was what had greeted Alexander Rydell the moment he was placed wherever he was supposed to go.
It had been almost a year up to this point. He was a Music Master, and last year, he'd been taken in by Zero Beat. He'd ignored all of Rob's warnings. He'd left the remanents of what he called a "family" behind. He'd changed significantly, perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worst.
And now, here he was. He felt the blindfold coming off. Alexander's eyes looked on into only more darkness. He wiggled his moustache under his nose. The seat he was in was quite uncomfortable. Alexander fixed the neck of his red sweater, and adjusted his colored glasses. He had forgotten his gray beanie cap today, for some reason.
Something big was coming. He could feel it.
Light hit him from above all of a sudden. He squinted, seeing the outline of a vast room. A voice spoke from above, atop what looked like giant speakers.
"For a year, we have trained you. For a year, we have nurtured you. Kept you. For a year, we have watched you. For a year, we have enhanced you. Improved you. Condtioned you. Now, the new decade arrives. Now, you are ready. Now, today, you reach your purpose. You become Pop 5."
This was it, Alexander thought. This was the moment he'd been waiting for.
"Alexander Rydell. You are Pop 5. They Might Be Giants is yours."
Alexander was about to gag. They Might Be Giants? Were they joking? He resisted the urge to complain, instead focusing on something else. It was all he could to avoid screaming out towards Zero Beat and their mysterious authority.
"Hey people, please. I prefer Lex."
The light moved on, ignoring him completely. It stopped on somone a few feet away. He could see she was a girl, with mocha skin, a short ponytail, a plain grey tank top, and jean shorts.
"Zala Faeros. You are Pop 5. Megadeth is yours."
The light moved again. Lex didn't think much of Zala. Not his type at all.
It stopped again. The spotlight shined on a lean boy, dressed in a nice suit and sporting combed hair. His expression was stone cold.
"Roger Aimio. You are Pop 5. Vanilla Ice is yours."
Stuck up, Lex immeaditely thought. The light shifted again, this time showing a glasses-wearing girl, dressed in baggy clothes and sporting bright orange hair. She was only somewhat cute in the eyes of Lex.
"Janice Walker. You are Pop 5. Public Enemy is yours."
Lex looked on in curiousity. The light shifted, and he leaned forward to see what the last of the Pop 5 would look like.
It was 1990. Alexander "Lex" Rydell was sixteen years old, and now a officially a member of the world-famous, American Pop 5.
As he marveled at a dream come true, he wondered who remained hidden in the darkness, and what music would be put upon them by Zero Beat...