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Central Park, New Year's Eve, 1992
Nov. 18th, 2007 03:14 pmIt was almost 1993, and it had all led to this. And when I say that, I mean, it had all, led to this. Everything that had happened up till now, going through hell, literally. Fighting Baba Yaga, the Fae returning, everything that had happened in the centuries before then.
It had all been building to this moment. Ragnarök. The end of the world. Which I suppose it was how it was meant to be. However the world ended, it would be a culmination of everything that had built up to it.
So, here we were. Me, my friends, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and a complete symphony orchestra of Demons, trying to stop it.
It wasn't working. Of course it wasn't. Loki and his band were using Heavy Metal to stir the population into a frenzy that would shake the heavens loose. Music History majors would have a field day explaining why Classical music wasn't enough to counter Metal. The Horsemen were trying to fight fire with fire. But they were only feeding the fire. Well naturally. They were the Four Horsemen. They're not supposed to stop the apocalypse, they're supposed to bring it about. Naturally they'd be counter productive here.
But it was more than just the music. It was the roles we play. When the Fae returned we were in a fairy tale, and I'd rescued an Elf Princess. Then when Baba Yaga showed up we fought an epic struggle of Hero and Man vs. Monster. There were Dragons and Trolls and Giants. And we had Perseus, and Gilgamesh, and, me. And we'd won. Hell the final victory there had brought in a little modern fantasy too, but no less epic.
Now we were fighting Gods. And we'd taken the hero's journey through hell. And in every story, Fairy Tale, Epic Fantasy, and struggle against God, it was mankind who really had to save the day. Loki was using mankind to destroy the world. The Horsemen couldn't stop him. Demons from Hell? They had no real stake here. They were only here because they didn't want anyone to destroy the world before they could.
No if this was going to end, it had be a Mortal Man who did it. A Mortal Man, with a song. Music was still the key here. To turn the tide, we would need a tune that would counter the destructive sentiment of Loki's Metal. It had to be pure. Joyous. Something to speak to the absolute best in everyone down there.
I raised my wand, and closed my eyes.
"Let it come." I whispered. "Let the true song come." If the goodness of Mankind lived in anything, it lived in music. And then, it came.
"There's nothing you can do that can't be done." I began to sing. "Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy." Slowly, on the edges of the crowd, people started paying attention.
"There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time
It's easy." I didn't even know I knew the words to this song. But it was working. More and more people were starting to turn towards us, and away from the stage. And I could almost feel the good vibrations.
"All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need."
Behind me, Teleri, and then Mom started to sing as well. "Love, love, love. Love, love, love." T'ing started singing it too, though Loki tried to drown her out.
"There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy."
And that's when the orchestra, who if nothing else knew when to pick up a cue, began to play. And we won the crowd. And even Death and some of the Demons started singing along.
"All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need."
That's not exactly how it happened. That's how Teleri prefers to tell it. I hear each person who tells the story changes the song. She apparently loves the Beatles. Who knew.
We saved the world with music. But it was Samba, actually, that did it. Silly? You bet. Stuffy? Not hardly. Mephistopholes was scandalized of course, but we even won him over temporarily. And don't worry all you action buffs, there was an actual confrontation between me and Loki. Well, me and my friends. Whatever the song was, it was still the same. The good vibrations of Mankind having a swell time, stopped Ragnarök.
And I think that's a damn, fine, ending.
[And that my dear readers, is the final journal entry for Tim Desmond in grand_fallguy. For further adventures, I refer you to his new journal dread_fallguy. Thanks for coming with me so far. And remember, all you need is love. ETA: I was wrong. Turns out there's more coming in this journal afterall! Woot!]
It had all been building to this moment. Ragnarök. The end of the world. Which I suppose it was how it was meant to be. However the world ended, it would be a culmination of everything that had built up to it.
So, here we were. Me, my friends, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and a complete symphony orchestra of Demons, trying to stop it.
It wasn't working. Of course it wasn't. Loki and his band were using Heavy Metal to stir the population into a frenzy that would shake the heavens loose. Music History majors would have a field day explaining why Classical music wasn't enough to counter Metal. The Horsemen were trying to fight fire with fire. But they were only feeding the fire. Well naturally. They were the Four Horsemen. They're not supposed to stop the apocalypse, they're supposed to bring it about. Naturally they'd be counter productive here.
But it was more than just the music. It was the roles we play. When the Fae returned we were in a fairy tale, and I'd rescued an Elf Princess. Then when Baba Yaga showed up we fought an epic struggle of Hero and Man vs. Monster. There were Dragons and Trolls and Giants. And we had Perseus, and Gilgamesh, and, me. And we'd won. Hell the final victory there had brought in a little modern fantasy too, but no less epic.
Now we were fighting Gods. And we'd taken the hero's journey through hell. And in every story, Fairy Tale, Epic Fantasy, and struggle against God, it was mankind who really had to save the day. Loki was using mankind to destroy the world. The Horsemen couldn't stop him. Demons from Hell? They had no real stake here. They were only here because they didn't want anyone to destroy the world before they could.
No if this was going to end, it had be a Mortal Man who did it. A Mortal Man, with a song. Music was still the key here. To turn the tide, we would need a tune that would counter the destructive sentiment of Loki's Metal. It had to be pure. Joyous. Something to speak to the absolute best in everyone down there.
I raised my wand, and closed my eyes.
"Let it come." I whispered. "Let the true song come." If the goodness of Mankind lived in anything, it lived in music. And then, it came.
"There's nothing you can do that can't be done." I began to sing. "Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy." Slowly, on the edges of the crowd, people started paying attention.
"There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time
It's easy." I didn't even know I knew the words to this song. But it was working. More and more people were starting to turn towards us, and away from the stage. And I could almost feel the good vibrations.
"All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need."
Behind me, Teleri, and then Mom started to sing as well. "Love, love, love. Love, love, love." T'ing started singing it too, though Loki tried to drown her out.
"There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy."
And that's when the orchestra, who if nothing else knew when to pick up a cue, began to play. And we won the crowd. And even Death and some of the Demons started singing along.
"All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need."
That's not exactly how it happened. That's how Teleri prefers to tell it. I hear each person who tells the story changes the song. She apparently loves the Beatles. Who knew.
We saved the world with music. But it was Samba, actually, that did it. Silly? You bet. Stuffy? Not hardly. Mephistopholes was scandalized of course, but we even won him over temporarily. And don't worry all you action buffs, there was an actual confrontation between me and Loki. Well, me and my friends. Whatever the song was, it was still the same. The good vibrations of Mankind having a swell time, stopped Ragnarök.
And I think that's a damn, fine, ending.
[And that my dear readers, is the final journal entry for Tim Desmond in grand_fallguy. For further adventures, I refer you to his new journal dread_fallguy. Thanks for coming with me so far. And remember, all you need is love. ETA: I was wrong. Turns out there's more coming in this journal afterall! Woot!]
