[ WP ] In another world , words of music have power to shape reality . Powerful spell-musicians have fought since time immemorial for dominance . The common man thought it would never end , and have taken to summoning strangers from other universes for help . Today , they summoned Bo Burnham .

I bought myself enough time. Everything will unfreeze within around 3 hours- once Tuesday comes up. Thank god I knew a song talking about time freezing. I knew exploring Spotify would pay out at some point. 
 
 Still- If my plan works- if I DO summon him, I could stop an era of war. I could fix nations. I could help rebuild communities. 
 
 I would be a part of a revolution. 
 
 He lived so long ago, though. Two centuries long. Being the only artist I know at the time that has the capacity to create beautiful melodies with less than or equally beautiful lyrics with any subject, he was the best bet. Not many people know about him or the fact that he managed to form himself into one of the most powerful known spell musicians- which explains why his music can cut deep if it wants to or make happy if he wants to. 
 
 I... just got lucky. I do n't have to compose my own music in order to use it as a reality check ( that's what we call the power of the spell-musicians. ) I just have to sing. It runs in my blood- which is why this should work. 
 
 Alright. Three hours to: 
 
 * summon Bo Burnham 
 
 * explain the situation 
 
 Breathe in. Breathe out. If this goes well, I'd be meeting one of my favorite artists of all time. 
 
 Now to sing a song that involves meeting Bo Burnham. 
 
 Well, it counts as a song anyways. 
 
 One... two... three... 
 
 *This is Bo Burnham* 
 
 *He is 22 years old* 
 
 *He's a male* 
 
 *And he looks like-* 
 
 Dammit, get a hold of yourself! 
 
 *He looks like the genetic product of a giraffe having sex with Ellen DeGeneres* 
 
 *He has a gigantic head and tiny nipples* 
 
 *He's isolated himself, over the last 5 years, in the pursuit of comedy* 
 
 *And in doing so* 
 
 *Has lost touch with reality* 
 
 A bright orange light flashes in front of me, making me try to cover my eyes with my hands. I faced away from it, burying my head in my arms. I could see traces of the light at my peripheral vision slowly start to faint as I started feeling another presence in the room. I instinctively ran towards the nearest cover as quickly and silently as possible before the light disappeared completely. 
 
 I peeked from the rubble of a magical warzone of what used to be an apartment building. There he was. He grouched defensively, holding a laptop as some form of shield. `` I know exactly what kind of mumbo jumbo shit this is. Some spell-musician summoned me here.'' He started going around in circles within the area. I just ca n't mistake that messy hair. Those tired blue eyes. That... white undershirt and spongebob shorts. O-kay. 
 
 I ducked back into my hiding spot took a deep breath. I checked the magic proof watch on my left hand. 
 
 *Two hours and 53 minutes left. * 
 
 I could hear him around the corner. `` Show yourself. I have a belt and I'm not afraid to hang myself.'' 
 
 I chuckled, throwing off my location. Damn my sense of humor. I could hear footsteps advancing towards my location. `` I heard you, disembodied voice with a dark sense of humor.'' 
 
 I rose and put my hands up in the air, directly facing Bo. He looked at me in confusion, and a look that said `` Oh, what now?'' and `` I had n't had sleep in a solid 84 hours.'' 
 
 `` I summoned you here. I'm not gon na hurt you, okay? I just need you to do a thing.'' I mentally slapped myself. *Just need you to do a thing? Nice way talking to somebody you've looked up to for a long while. That you need. To stop an era long war. * 
 
 He looked at me for a while, probably trying to see if I was a threat. Well, a petite, 5'4 woman should n't look too much of a threat to someone like him. 
 
 `` What *thing*?'' He sounded cautious- as if he knew something but needed someone to confirm. 
 
 I shrugged. `` A war.'' 
 
 His face crunched. His eyes squinted at me. `` War?'' He said, bobbing his head up and down to exaggerate the word. He looked around the the rubble, the desolate wasteland around, a black suited marching band stopped in their tracks attempting to face off to an angel wielding a holy power infused shotgun that disintegrated any human it touched... well, unless you're that other guy that got shot with the bullet and made it into gold and have it embedded in your forehead. The sky seemed closer to the ground than usual and the space between the marching band and the angel had a fire wall form that stopped midway through. Despite everything, though, it actually seemed pretty cool. 
 
 He looked at the scene, both in confusion and wonder. `` The fuck is this, a musical reference battle?'' 
 
 `` Sorta.'' I looked at him and back at the scene. I have no idea how he managed to piece that out so quickly. `` I thought you know about, uh... this.'' 
 
 `` Well you know in my world, all spell-musicians could really do was summon other people and do cool stuff like play literal air piano or air guitar.'' He lowered his laptop armor and aligned it with his waist, but had n't closed it completely. `` But damn, I got ta admit- that is cool.'' 
 
 I tilted my head and looked at him in wonder. `` That explains what.'' 
 
 `` What explains what.'' 
 
 `` I mean your show what.'' 
 
 `` What? Oh.'' He chuckled a bit, making me smile a little. *I made Bo-frickin-Burnham laugh. * `` Before anything- can you explain why you brought me here? You kind of disturbed me in the middle of some me-time. Also, you would n't just randomly bring me in a music based war if you did n't want me to be a part of it. Let's be honest, I'm a- hehe, pretty good music writer with oppositely as good sense of humor.'' 
 
 `` That's it?'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know, I guess I expected more questions is all.'' 
 
 `` Someone's ultimately rude'' He said, sarcastically. `` I'm a spell-musician too you know. Still, can you, like, start from the time freeze thing?'' 
 
 `` Find something comfy, we have two hours before original music and musical reference hell.'' I looked at him, then at the ground, signaling him to look for a good spot. `` By the way- nice shorts.'' 

