“I Don’t know about this man…” Jake said as he hanged back stage. It was 5 minutes before the show. The last guy got the crowd roaring and anxious for the next act. Jake gulped and felt his heart beat faster than normal. “You see that crowd… No way I can top that.”

“Hey man… don’t worry.” Scrap muttered. He grabbed some of the equipment and helped out. He panted and wiped some of the sweat off his brawl. “You’re an awesome DJ. You can do it. You’re going to knock this crowd dead.” He patted the tiger back and pointed over to one specific person at the crowd. He couldn’t see them, but Jake could see him. He pointed to Barnes next to him, as he cheered on with the crowd. Luke was standing next to him. Surprising Masson was there too. He didn’t look to happy, but that’s usually him. “They all came to support you. Just pretend that you’re playing for them. I would join but I need the cash. By the way, thanks for getting me the job.

“Don’t sweat it. Luke put in a good word and I have to say for a small doggo you can put in quite the work.” He chuckled and ruffled his shaggy black and white hair.

The lights backstage flickered. The backstage all got in their places. “Jake looked over to the stage and saw the lights turned off. “That my cue. I’ll see you later, bud.” Luke said as he wondered onto the stage and prepared for his show. He got up to his stand, looked back at Scrap, he gave him the thumps up and started the show.



Half way through his show, he seemed to be in tuned. Though the some of the crowd didn’t show the same enthusiasm. Barnes and the others cheered him on and tried to raise up the hype, but no avail. “You can do it… Jake” Scrap mumbled. He gripped the curtains, but suddenly let it go and slapped his ear. A harsh pitched ringed in his right ear. As if someone blowing a dog whistle. Scrap eyes widen… “Oh, no… Not here.” Scrap ran back, headed to the performer’s lounge, rammed into everyone he came around. “I’m sorry… this is an emergency.” He shouted. Thinking he was screaming over the pitch in his ear. He remembered he left his bag in the room, and the journal was there.

He burst through the door, grabbed his bag and dumped it out. “Come on… Come on… Come on… Where is it.” The journal flopped out and opened. On the open page, words started to surface.


~“Make my music come to life. Show these people my music is legendary… Those nay-sayers won’t stop me from playing. You’ll make sure of that…”~

As they entry surface it descended back into the paper and the clock started ticking. “CRAP!” Scrap stuttered. Having an idea what the entry meant he ran back to the stage. Warning everyone. “HEY SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN! CLEAR OUT NOW!” Though no one even moved.


“Hey… What the hell is going on stage?” One of the backstage men called out.

Scrap scrambled back to the stage with his journal inn his hands. He shoved through the crowd of backstage as they gazed at the stage. “What the…?” Scrap muttered. As Jake played his next round. The speakers vibrated and popped out floating music note. They were popping out like bubbles. They swirled around him, but he didn’t seem to mind them. Actually he didn’t even notice them. He was more in tuned with his music than anything else. Scrap looked over to the crowd, all of them were awed at the sight. Couldn’t believe their eyes that this was happening.

The notes dangled around Jake and soon started to spread around the audience. Causing the atmosphere to change. What kind of dull soon changed to energetic and pumped. The crowd jammed and dance along with the music notes. Scrap smirked and laughed. “Maybe this entry isn’t too bad.” He thought. “Seems to be helping Jake out.”

Someone of the music notes floated over towards backstage. They swirled around us Gently bumping next to and beckon us to dance along with the music. Some did, but it wasn’t too long before the manager put a stop to it. “That’s enough everyone. We had our fun, but we all need to get back to work.” He shouted The crowd stopped dancing, but the music notes kept pushing us to dance. They tried to break free suddenly.

“OWW!! Something bit me!,” The other member cried and shouted the same thing. Even Scrap jumped when he felt something bit his tail. When he looked back he noticed the music note was nomming on his tail.

“What the?” Suddenly eyes appeared on and glared back at him. It chomped hard at his tail. Scrap yipped and smacked his journal at the thing. It let go and slammed at the at the floor. Suddenly the other music notes rised. Their eyes popped out and glared back at Scrap.

“OW Stopped it.” one of the stage men smacked the note. They all turned their direction at the person. Scrap looked at the person. Shouted, “RUN!” The note swarmed around the crew men. Chomping at biting them. They all fought back, even some running away from the stage. Scrap looked over at Jake seeing that more notes kept coming out. “I got to stop Jake!”

He ran on stage, “Jake! Jake! STOP PLAYING—” A few notes rammed straight at Scrap shoving him back staged. He got up and ran back on stage trying to reach Jake, but the note kept pushing and attacking him. Becoming more monstrous every time he ran back on stage.

The crowd didn’t even seem phased that music notes they seemed to be very interested in were doing such thing to the dog on stage. It didn’t help them when someone shouted. “This show gets better every act.” They cheered on Scrap as he fought on the monstrous notes.

He shouted back to the crowd. “THIS IS NOT AN ACT! STOP CHEERING HIM ON. YOU’RE ALL IN DANGER!” Another note chomped at his shoulder and bringing him down. More Music came out of the speaker and begin to crowd Scrap. Using his journal, he smacked around any that were swarming in to attack. There was no time to write an entry. He couldn’t even think of one. The notes snared at Scrap. He just yipped and clutched on his journal.

“J-J-JAKE!” He shouted. All the notes opened the jagged jaws flew down towards Scrap. Fortunately Jake reached the end of his number. Ended on one final jam and the song was over. The notes vanished when the music stopped. Puffed into smoke and out of existence. The crowd jumped and roared. Cheering on Jake for another encore. “You want some more!” He chanted with the crowd. They implored.

“NO…NO… I got to do something.” Scrap opened the journal and took out a pen in a hidden compartment. Clicked it and wrote.

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