[ WP ] Magic is discovered and it 's channeled with music . Modern nations dissolve and new countries rise in their place divided by the preferred music . In the frozen north lie the Metal kingdoms . Far to the south are the countries of Soul etc .

*The art of music captivates souls, and the art of organized destruction captivates and ends lives. * This was the singular thought that had taken over Musette's mind for five measures of Moonlight Sonata. 
 
 The country that had grown from those using the magic of classical music was tiny. It was made of contrasting citizens: middle-aged snobs, twenty-and-thirty-something people who demeaned the snobs with the title of `` Pleb'', and teenagers. 
 
 The teenagers made the largest portion of the population, oddly enough. Of all types, they lived: metalheads, Eclectics, musicians. Musette was from an Eclectic family who lived on a border town. Eclectics were never much appreciated because people worried about Eclectics becoming traitors and moving to other genres. 
 
 `` This is the power: to captivate people completely,'' Musette said to herself. She turned to her cat. `` Do n't you agree, Franz?'' Franz jumped to the piano seat and gave an arm-lick of appreciation. Musette gushed, `` I knew you agreed, baby.'' 
 
 The roar of a guitar echoed through the streets outside, a D minor. Musette laughed. `` It's okay, Franz, they're friends.'' A scream broke out, indicating that they were n't. Musette put Franz in a backpack with a binder and ran where she knew the loudest speakers were hiding. *It's happening. * 
 
 The windows of the Metro showed a dense city. The windows of buildings showed people cowering inside, the inside of the Metro, people riding home and soldiers to the arena. 
 
 At the arena, Musette jumped out. She noticed a few school friends with binders like her and some adults, soldiers, with violins. Inside the arena was a small area. There were five microphones facing a half-circle of orchestra seats. A piano sat in front. 
 
 In classical magic, it was easy to mess up keys and render a spell as weaker. Playing wrong notes at the correct tempo modified the spell, but no one could predict how it would turn out. 
 
 Musette carefully lay down her bag at the piano and sat to begin. Her fingers were already twitching in anticipation. She cursed at the readiness of her fingers, so ready to spit out a melody that they may freeze. 
 
 The conductor tapped the music stand at the center of the half-circle. `` Let's do this s***. Symphony eighteen,'' he growled with finality. 
 
 Musette took a shaky breath. She was a virtuoso by no means, but she was born with the magic, along with her friends who were there. 
 
 The air turned purple as soon as the strings started playing. *One, two, three, four, five-and six-and*. Musette launched herself in. The group generated so much of a charge that her shoulders froze, but she forced her hands to keep going. This was the weapon. 
 
 The players burst out of the intro and the air turned blue. The speakers boomed, and an amplifier exploded in the distance. For five minutes, they played. Musette played the finals notes just as she was about to pass out. As the battle lay finished, Franz strolled to a microphone. Of course, he just had to meow in key. 
 
 It took five days to repair the speakers after Franz had cast a spell, short-circuiting them.
