For three years, Alto
visited Sonata to ask her if she wanted to run away. On the days he didn’t, he
would hang out with her to talk and chat about their life. If the weather was
good enough and Sonata wasn’t expected to do much, Alto took Sonata out to
climb across the city rooftops and see the city from different perspectives. He
showed her how the rich beat themselves up to work and make money, which ruins
their personal lives. Children are neglected along with the needs of the
struggling.
“No one has time for anyone even
their own loved ones,” Alto said.
“But they do give them what they
need to live a stable life. Doesn’t that show that they still care?”
“Does it? Look at them or you could
look at yourself. You would know better.” Sonata thought about her experiences with
her family. “I hope your family really does loves you. I’m sure not everyone
who is rich is like the people we saw.”
“Yeah, I hope so.”
Later, Sonata closely examined her
family’s behavior. It was then she realized how mechanical her parents acted in
that they said the same things every time. They said, “I love you” in the same
tone every time. They talked about current events in the same way with the only
variety being in the day and the event talked about. Thinking that the monotony
of the daily events was to blame, Sonata tried to talk to them when she thought
they were the least busy only to be told that she should be getting ready for
tomorrow. She would try multiple times to get a better reaction out of her parents
only to be dismissed by them. Distressed
by the parallels between her parents and the parents she saw, she second-guessed everything they taught her and everything she knew.
Throughout the years, Sonata and Alto
celebrated holidays together and grew closer each time they were with one
another. Both are teenagers at this point. Alto goes out again to see Sonata
only to be stopped by a neighbor.
“You’ve been seeing that girl for
years now, Alto. I doubt she’ll come here or try to make a difference in the
rich city. She’ll probably be like the others who tried to change and go back
on their promises to us,” the neighbor says.
“Don’t be so cynical, my friend. We
have many people here who seemed like they would never change only to surprise us,”
Alto counters.
“That’s because the people that changed
those people’s minds were great speakers. You, however, are just a boy who only
can sing and dance relatively well.”
“There are other ways to convince
someone to change than just words. For example, actions are stronger than
words. God has proved that, has He not?”
“He has.”
“Well then, I’m sure Sonata will
change her mind. If not, then at least I tried.”
“You have me there. I pray for your
success then.”
“Thank you!”
Alto gets to Sonata’s room and
knocks on the window like always and she lets him in.
Before he can say anything, Sonata
throws aside her mask and says, “Take me away from here, Alto! I can’t stand
being here anymore!”
“Woah there! I didn’t even plan on
asking you today.”
“But you have to take me away! It’s
what you wanted to do from the very beginning, right? Or did you lie to me?”
“No, no. I didn’t lie. Are you sure
about this? You could always stay here and try to change the system from the
inside.”
“I don’t want to. I don’t feel like
it’s God’s calling for me. There aren’t many people here that would help me
anyway.”
“Are you positively sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure!”
“…okay. Grab onto my back.”
“Okay. Woah!” Alto uses a
hoverboard and flies away from Sonata’s house. “Isn’t this the hoverboard that
I gave you last Christmas?”
“Yeah. I made sure to keep it safe
and in top condition for this special occasion.”
“I thought you would’ve sold it
because of how valuable it is.”
“Nah, I wouldn’t sell something you
gave me. Have you ever rode on a hoverboard?”
“No, have you?”
“I had to practice for this. Watch
this.”
“Woah!”
Alto does several tricks with the
hoverboard that almost crashes them into the buildings and flying cars a couple
times.
“Haha! How was that?”
“That was insane and scary!”
“But wasn’t it extricating?”
“I-I guess so.”
“It’s how freedom feels. Are you feeling
it?”
“I don’t know. Woah!”
Alto does more tricks while managing
to keep Sonata on the hoverboard.
“What about now?”
“Okay, okay! I’m feeling free!”
“Haha! There we go!”
The feeling of being free from her
old life fills Sonata with joy and song as she sings while Alto takes her
around the city.
“I've been stuck in this place for
ages
I have so much, but so little
For acting on stages and putting on
different faces
But you're here again to free me
And I'm taking the key
I cared so much and now I'm
carefree
I'm never going back
Not when I'm on the attack
And I'm not cutting them any slack
I'm all in for you
You're my shining star, it's true
You have all my bets
Let's Live with No Regrets
You've waken me up
And now I see clearly
No more lies, no more makeup
It's all behind me now
I'm ready for all the challenges
God will allow
I'm with you through it all, this I
vow
I'm never going back
Not when I'm on the attack
And I'm not cutting them any slack
I'm all in for you
You're my shining star, it's true
You have all my bets
Let's Live with No Regrets
I'll with you through all the
trials
Because you've shown me how to
smile
I'm all in for you
You're my shining star, it's true
You have all my bets
Let's Live with No Regrets”
As Sonata and Alto fly around, they
start to get chased by the police.
“What are the police chasing us
for?” Alto asks.
“It’s probably because of all those
stunts you pulled,” Sonata answers.
“I didn’t hurt anyone. Plus, I practiced
the tricks before, and they didn’t bother me.”
“Ms. Sonata. You have to get back
to your house,” the police say from the flying car.
“I’m not even scheduled to do
anything today! Stop bothering me!”
“You have to go back home. If you
don’t, we’ll bring you back by force.”
“What do you want to do, Sonata?”
“I told you to take me away from
here, right? Let’s ditch them.”
“If you say so. Hang on.”
Alto tries several tricks and
takes shortcuts to escape the police only to be cut off by a different car.
“These guys won’t give up!”
“I’ll have to do something even
more dangerous to get rid of them.”
“As if this wasn’t dangerous
enough.”
“Keep your head down.”
Alto flies the hoverboard into the tunnels
underground that are between the rich and poor city.
“Is this how you get to the city?”
“Yeah, but this is my first time
flying the hoverboard through it.”
“Can’t we just get off now? They
can’t track us now.”
A pair of sharp golden claws break
through the concrete just above their heads and almost gets them.
“Woah! It doesn’t look like it. We’re
going to have to take a detour.”
The claws keep stabbing into the ground
nearly getting them until they reach a tunnel that goes up to the surface. They
fly up back to the surface and are in the industrial area separating the poor
area from the rich. Looking around, they don’t see any police cars, but they
are soon ambushed by a golden bird with long arms, legs, and blade-like fingers
and toes. It first temporarily blinds them with a light that comes from its
eyes that almost makes them crash. It then chases and slashes at them with its
claws as Alto tries his best to avoid it.
“What is that?” Alto asks.
“I don’t know! I’ve never seen one
before,” Sonata says.
The golden bird’s claws cut
through metal and whatever gets in its way. It manages to even go through the
tight spaces that Alto flies through as it viciously chases after them. Alto
only manages to get away by going back into another series of tunnels where he
lets down gates to slow it down. By the time it breaks through one, Alto and
Sonata have disappeared into the maze of tunnels.
“Whew! That was something else,” Alto
says.
“I didn’t know the city had
something like. It seemed like it wanted to kill us rather than catch us,”
Sonata says.
“Now I guess we know what
happens to the people that try to run away.”
“I’m never going back there if that’s
true.”
Alto and Sonata keep flying on the
hoverboard as they near the poor city shaken but alive.
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