We walk out onto the stage, and smile. The crowd is massive. People start cheering when they see us. One guy whistles, a sharp piercing sound that cuts over the noise of the people cheering.

“Hello, New Pega! Woo! This city is looking good! It’s been a while hasn’t it? Well, who’s ready for some music?” More cheering. I love pumping people up. It’s amazing to see the hope we inspire in people.

Cypress speaks up, “Well, the whole… city burning down thing has given us plenty of time to think. And we have brand new songs I think y’all are gonna love!” again, this gets the crowed riled up.

Me and Cypress walk to the over sized organ and I slam my fingers onto the keys. The notes I press fit perfectly into each other, producing the sound of the electric guitar mixed with bass. It rumbles the entire building. Next I repeatedly press my foot onto one of the lower pedals on the left side and a deep beat kicks in.

Normal organs have sixty-one keys and thirty-two pedals. My baby’s got 200 keys and 100 pedals. We had it custom made so we could play multiple different sounds on one instrument. The way it works is that every fifty keys play a different sound, electric guitar, bass, electric piano, and, as an added twist, violin. The pedals play a multitude of percussion. The first fifty are drums, and the other fifty pedals play assorted percussion instruments, like cowbell and mouth harp. Neither of us actually play any of those instruments, besides genuine organ, but with this beaut’, we don’t need to. We can produce an infinite number of unique songs with one instrument.

Cypress looks at me, a smile on her face. “What do you say, Chloe? Wanna give these people some good-ass music?” “Always.” I reply. I press a quick kiss onto Cypress’ lips and we begin playing.

It starts with me on the pedals, producing a deep rhythmic beat. Next, Cypress slowly press her fingers on the violin keys. A beautiful melody flows into the arena, her fingers moving like spiders across the white keys. She nods, and I slam my hands down, a vibrating blast of bass explodes from the massive speakers. I move my fingers hastily, playing in perfect sync with Cypress’ violin. My left hand moves, playing the electric guitar. my feet move to the right, now playing a different beat, fast and energetic. I take a deep breath, and sing into the mic attached to the organ.

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“Stand for yourself, don't give in, Don't let them tear you down. Be who you are, follow your heart, Be bold and make your damn own sound!

I don't care what people say, I'm gonna live my life my way, I know who I am, I don't give a damn!

you can scream, you can shout, you can cry, you can pout, but listen here, we don’t give a single shit now!”

With how fast our fingers are moving, it’s like we’re possessed by the power of music. or, more accurately, the power of years of practice.

The concert goes by in a blur, and by the end of it, my fingers are sore.

“Wooo!” Cypress shouts. “Are you guys pumped?” Thousands of people answer her question by cheering. “Well, as awesome as that was, we’re just the side show! I think the Nonconformists are ready to play!”

Even more cheering. Me and Cypress grab the handles of the organ and begin dragging it away. “God this thing ways a lot!” Cypress shouts, and some people laugh. I shakily wave to the crowd as we disappear off stage.

“Whew. My hands are beat!” Cypress exclaims. She shakes her hands, trying to get some feeling back in them.

“That was incredible!” I say. Cypress shoves her face onto mine, and I laugh into her lips. “You were so good.” She says. “This ain’t a solo act, Cy. You did great yourself.”

“You guys are adorable.” The lead singer of The Nonconformists remarks, and Cypress bursts into laughter. “Good luck!” I say. I think he says something, but people cheer their asses off when the band appears on stage.

“Home?” Cypress says, sighing. I nod. “Yup.” We drag the organ outside and load it into the padded metal box, which is hooked up my pickup truck. We both climb into the truck and I start the ignition.

The drive home isn’t too long. At least we’re not renting an apartment anymore, now that the city’s been rebuilt.

Once we get to the house, I lock the organ with a chain and a padlock, the chain looped through a metal pole in the ground. Damn thing is stuck in place for good. I know, because once forgot the organ was chained up. I started driving, and the pole practically stopped the truck completely. The pole itself, didn’t move an inch.

“Ahh, time to go to sleep.” Cypress says joyfully. It’s been a really long day, and we’re both super tired. Once we get inside we shamble to the bedroom and collapse onto the bed.

“I love you, Cypress Greene.” I say into my pillow. I can practically feel the heat coming from her cheeks. “I love you, Chloe Carpenter.”