[ 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 .

Part 1 of 2 
 Chapter 1 
 Jackson was sitting at home. Bored. Neither of his parents were home and it was still a week until he could get his drivers license. It was raining and despite his best effort, the spell-song he found in an old book in the basement did n't work. He decided to try once more, singing `` Rain rain go away, Come again another day.'' As he sang, a small sliver of sunshine peaked through the cloud and right through the window into the fire place. Shocked, Jackson began to sing it louder! And faster! And with more emotion and eagerness! Then the logs in the fire place caught on fire. 
 
 `` I mean it worked?'' he questioned to himself as he put out the fire. `` Well I suppose I should go do some homework. I need to learn this new spell-song by Monday...'' 
 
 The year was 2043 and after the discovery of music magic almost 17 years ago, the nations of the world crumbled after `` The great Bagpipe War'' and Jackson was stuck in the musical melting pot of the country, `` The Denver Republic'' which consisted of what used to be Colorado, Idaho, Utah, Montana, and Wyoming. It was known for a little bit of every genre and generally welcomed it's diversity. Because of this, it was the head quarters of `` The New United Nations'' and so they thrived economically knowing that anyone who attacks them might as well declare war on earth. But all of this diversity was a struggle for Jackson because he liked almost every genre. 
 
 Jackson knew that in only a few months he would have to begin applying for Universities and would therefor have to pick his genre. He wanted to become president so despite it not being his favorite genre, he practiced classical the most, followed by classic rock. His favorite genre though, was alternative rock. 90's alternative rock to be exact. But those with alternative anything degrees might as well have had history degrees, or liberal arts degrees before the magic was discovered. He knew he could n't go far with this so he only practiced those spell-songs to warm up or for fun. Jackson wanted a milkshake. He was prepared. He knew the one spell song that was almost guaranteed to work, that is if he got the lyrics right, and on that topic, these were in the top 50 hardest lyrics. 
 
 He took a deep breath and then in a not quite monotone voice sang the song. 
 
 `` Gon na make a break and take 
 I think I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake 
 I like vanilla, its the finest of the flavors.'' 
 
 Poof! The milkshake appeared before him and he tasted it. It was eh. 
 
 `` Well I guess I better warm up a bit more before moving on to the homework.'' he thought. 
 
 But being lazy and just wanting to get back on the computer or work on his alternative some more, he sought out a solution in the book he found in the basement. 
 
 He began to sing in a high pitch voice while holding his homework, 
 
 `` This was a triumph! 
 I'm making a note here: 
 Huge success! 
 
 It's hard to overstate 
 my satisfaction. 
 
 Aperture Science: 
 We do what we must 
 because we can 
 For the good of all of us. 
 Except the ones who are dead. 
 
 But there's no sense crying 
 over every mistake. 
 You just keep on trying 
'til you run out of cake. 
 And the science gets done. 
 And you make a neat gun 
 for the people who are 
 still alive.'' 
 
 It worked far better than he expected because along with doing his homework, he got some cake! Thinking that he deserved a reward for being so clever he decided to have a slice of the cake. But as soon as he touched it, it disappeared. The cake was a lie? What a cruel joke... He decided the spell book seemed like a fun way to spend his day and so he continued to flip through it. That's when he found a song so powerful he considered destroying it, knowing that it could plunge the world into chaos and darkness, but for some reason he just could n't. So, instead, he slipped it into the crack in his wall with only a tiny corner showing, just enough he could get at it if he needed to. Continuing to flip through the book, he came across one song called `` Wish You Were Here,'' and upon playing and singing it, he learned to summon anyone to him at anytime. This could be very bad in the wrong hands. He tore the page out and shoved it under his bed. He came across a few more and then came across an instrumental classical piece known as `` Hail to the Chief.'' Upon researching this piece he found that it was a piece traditionally played for the presidents and no known copies, written or audio existed today and the effect of the spell-song were unknown. But Jackson knew. He was hungry again. He used a different line from the same spell-song he used for the milkshake to get some more food and so he began. 
 
 `` I summon fish to the dish although I like the chalet Swiss 
 I like the sushi'cause it' never touched a frying pan 
 Hot like wassabi when I bust rhymes.'' 
 
 Well it almost worked, he got the roll he wanted, but it was n't soy wrapped. Anyways, he knew exactly what he was going to do once he got his drivers license. 
 
 Chapter 2 
 
 His plan backfired. He had focused solely on mastering hail to the chief and had neglected his school work to the point where he was now failing all his classes except for alternative. His parents were n't happy and told him they would n't let him get his license until he had all his classical homework made up. Luckily this only took him a few weeks to do and next thing he knew, he was walking out of the DMV with one more plastic rectangle in his wallet than when he walked in. He drove the half hour to Denver, the capital of the nation, where he then went to the capitol building. 
 
 When he first told the secretary his plan, she laughed. Obviously he did n't tell her about the secret song, that would be stupid, but he needed her to take him serious. He thought for a minute trying to formulate a plan. He knew what to do. He was n't proud of it, knowing that it was wrong, but he did it anyways. He went to the bathroom and, after ensuring he was alone, began to sing 
 
 `` Money, it's a gas 
 Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash 
 New car, caviar, four star daydream, 
 Think I'll buy me a football team.'' 
 
 He only needed the first two lines but in his defense he was hungry, sick of driving that minivan, and he always had been a Denver Broncos fan. He walked back out to the secretary and handed her the money, $ 10,000 worth of Benjamins and told her that they would be hers if she helped him. She complied. His name was now on the ballot and he thought to himself, why have n't they passed a law against this yet? He asked to see the spell library and so she showed him there. uncertain he could keep enough voters backing him to remain a serious candidate, he knew he would need a spell. Not knowing what to look for, he began to sing the U2 song `` I Still Have n't Found What I'm Looking For'' until he eventually found it. 
 
 At the first debate, he was asked why he thought he would be a good candidate to which he responded 
 
 `` I will follow you will you follow me 
 All the days and nights that we know will be 
 I will stay with you will you stay with me 
 Just one single tear in each passing year.'' 
 
 Instantly the crowd was applauding and chanting his name. The other candidates were not, as the stage was designed so that those who were on it would not be affected by spell-songs. Yet they were dumbfounded at his ability to use spells most of them did n't even know existed. Mind you, they were some of the best when it came to spell-songs. 
 
 When his parents found out, they were n't very happy with him but they could n't do much now as he was legally obligated to run until the end. Every debate would go the same, he would sing his song and mesmerize the crowd and walk out with an obvious victory. He was in the lead for almost all the election and then a debate came when the rules stated only instrumental spell-songs were allowed. He was n't prepared. He did n't have an instrument with him and needless to say, he lost the debate. He had lost half his supporters in that one instance and was under heavy attack by the other candidates who said things like `` He's not prepared'' or `` He does n't even know how the debates work,'' but he knew he could still win. The Final debate would require each candidate to perform a song from a genre of their choosing along with a song they would conduct with the help of an orchestra. 

