“Oh my god, ew.”
Mythal had taken a solid hour searching for the girl that had signed him up for this task, wanting to demand answers for why, how, when – all the big question groups. Why had she picked him specifically for this job, when anyone that was anyone knew he took on more dangerous, less embarrassing jobs? Who did she think she was that she could just make that decision for him? He didn’t even think the guild master was capable of forcibly making a guild member take on a job if they were truly against it. After finding absolutely no sign of her, the God Slayer had released a heavy sigh and decided to go and deal with the matter personally.
This was a girl entertainment group. He was a thirty year old man who didn’t exactly blend well with a bunch of teenagers. He was either going to look like the creepiest man that ever existed or people would suspect he was one of the girl’s fathers who was roped into taking part when all hell had broken loose. Both of those examples and situations were far beyond what he wanted to deal with and he was sure that the girls wanted nothing to do with his old butt showing up and taking the spot either. He found the spot for their show just outside of Magnolia, the stage already in the midst of being set up. He stopped for a moment there, eyeing the stage hands carefully. The last time he had been summoned onto a stage had been in Magnolia as well but that had been a rouse to bring forth the Tower of Rodger. He looked for any sign of an older gnome looking man or two twin elf women for a moment and when he was satisfied they weren’t there, he continued on to the tent that had a sign on it that read ‘Pink Tiara. No admittance’. They put that there and yet didn’t put a bouncer or body guard – real professional set up they had here.
He flung open the flap and found himself in an impromptu dance room, one that had been set up for practice for the girls. Several of them were already on the floor, stretching out their muscles and preparing for their routine. It was still fairly early so there was a good chance they hadn’t really gotten started on their warm ups. As soon as he walked in, one of the girls spotted him and shot him a look of annoyance. She was a teenager of sixteen maximum probably but she had the attitude of a middle aged woman as she walked over to him, her hands on her hips the entire time. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a bun and she wore an even black unitard, with a pink tutu wrapped around her waist. Looked like, even in practice, they liked to wear the tutus.
“Ex-cuuuse me. This is a private tent for members of the crew and Pink Tiara group only. We don’t need any homeless people trying to come in and wreck the place,” she stated simply, stopping in front of the God Slayer and looking up at him with a sneer.
Mythal scoffed. "Classy,” he remarked as he reached into his jacket and pulled out the job posting. "I’m here to talk wit’ someone about this,” he said, unfolding the paper and holding it out for her to see.
Immediately her eyes lit up with excitement. “Like oh my god, did you find someone? Oh my god, you must be the dad. Sorry – it’s just you look kind of… poor,” she continued, taking a moment to address his clothing with her eyes. Ironically he had worn some of his best clothing today; guess it wasn’t up to snuff by her standards. “Are you her dad or something? Where is she?” The girl snatched the posting from him, eager to see the name of the replacement. “I’m Becky, the captain of the Pink Tiara group. As I’m sure you already know, our lead singer, Ginny, decided she couldn’t handle the limelight anymore and ran off with a boy from this city. As if,” she continued her remarks without halt or thought. She read the paper and her brow furrowed in confusion. “Mythal Ragnos? That’s not a very good name for a girl. I bet you were the one that named her,” she said, casting a glance at Mythal again.
"Look, little miss sunshine,” the God Slayer started, clearly annoyed. "I didn’t wake up this mornin’ to have some teenager who hasn’t even grown into her chest yet give me sass, got it?” He ignored her audible gasp, loud enough to draw the attention of the rest of the girls in the room. "I’m Mythal Ragnos and for some reason, some weird chick signed me up for the job despite the fact that I ain’t a teenage girl. I’m…”
“Oh my god, ew!” Becky responded, reeling back like she had smelled something sour. “You’re the one that’s supposed to join the group tonight? Oh no – oh hell no! This is some kind of sick prank. Are you part of Crocus Candid? If you are, this isn’t even funny,” she said with a scoff, shaking her head and looking at Mythal in disgust.
“What’s wrong, Becky?” One of the other group members asked, walking around her side.
“This creep apparently signed himself up for the job so he could get close to girls thirty years younger than him. Can you even believe that?” The captain of the troupe announced loudly, more than happy to telephone that message all the way wrong.
"Son of a bitch, that’s not even remotely correct,” Mythal said with a groan, snatching the paper from her hands. He held it up in front of the girls, shaking it at them like an angry parent. "Some chick… signed me up… by accident. That or she’s tryin’ to make me look like an ass. Either way, I’m just here to say sorry, you ain’t gettin’ a member of Fairy Tail to help you out.”
“Wait, wait, WAIT!” Becky said, waving her hands in the air. “You’re from Fairy Tail?! They let old men into Fairy Tail?!”
The God Slayer growled. "Chick, I am three seconds from--.”
“Becky!” Another older teenager came over, this one around the same age as the captain. She had black hair that was tied into a ponytail and she walked and moved differently than the others. There was a different attitude about her, one that seemed to have an edge to it. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Tilda, this isn’t…”
“No one else has come to take the position, Becky. He’s the first one to show up and the show is tonight,” the girl snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “We only have two options. One; we either cancel the show and attempt to find Ginny tomorrow and you apologize to her or…” She turned to look at Mythal.
"That is… I am not here to take the job!” He insisted. "You’re a bunch of a teenage girls! I’m an adult man!”
“Please; we’ve had guest performers before that were older than you,” Tilda said, snorting a laugh. “But if you think you can’t keep up with us, then we’ll just have to cancel.”
Keep up with – was this girl challenging him? Mythal narrowed his gaze as he stared at her, the teenage performer doing the exact same thing back to him. His hands curled into a fist and then opened up as he expelled an agitated noise from his mouth. "Fine!” He relented, snarling at himself. "You want a guest performer, you got it.”
“Oh my god this isn’t happening…” Becky stated, slapping her hand against her head.
“Looks like it is,” Tilda said with a small victorious smirk.
"So what is it you… children do?” Mythal asked, his voice practically a grumble.
“We perform upbeat songs about friendship and love and the beauty of the world,” Tilda responded with a grin, seemingly knowing that it was the opposite of what he would enjoy. “Normal ‘children’ show stuff.”
"I ain’t singing any song about love,” Mythal insisted. Already his mind was working, trying to make the best of a really bad situation. "Plays. Do you guys do like… plays or anythin’?”
“Pink Tiara is capable of performing anything,” Becky cut in, putting her hands on her hips. “Why? Does grandpa have an idea?”
Ignoring the comment, Mythal sighed and scratched his chin. "There’s a… show I once saw, while back. It was a musical play, with songs and love and all that junk. It was about a group of friends who had to fight an evil king and defeat him to save a town. Simple minded stuff but maybe we can adapt it – that way I’m not just a random idiot trying to dance and sing like a moron.”
Surprisingly, he noticed most of the girl’s eyes widen in excitement. “A musical? We’ve never done that before…” One of the girls said. “Becky, that sounds like fun!”
“Quiet,” the captain hissed. But even she was thinking it through, her eyes wandering slightly in thought. “Say we do this… you’d want to play the evil king?”
Mythal shrugged. "Easiest castin’ you’ll get.”
Becky turned a bit to look at Tilda and each of them shared a silent conversation, their lips tugging into smirks. “Alright,” Becky said, nodding as she looked back at Mythal. “But you still have to wear the uniform. A pink tiara and the pink tutu. I don’t think we have a unitard that’ll fit you so you’ll just have to wear those over your current outfit.”
“Non-negotiable.” Both Becky and Tilda said at the same time, chuckling after.
The God Slayer scowled again but finally nodded. "Fine.”
“Excellent. Girls, we have routines and songs to rehearse. Mythal, Tilda is going to be teaching you a simple dance routine for your role. Don’t worry – I’ll ask one of the stagehands to find this story of yours and quickly adapt it for our music.” The captain said proudly, clapping to get the rest of the Pink Tiaras in line. “Oh and since you’re a temporary member, you get three free tickets for friends and family.” With that last comment, she led the rest of the group away.
"Great…” Mythal said, sighing.
“She’s a lot to handle but Becky is actually a great leader. Just… a bit dramatic,” Tilda said with an amused shrug. “Do you have any dance experience at all?”
"Does stumblin’ over my feet at a royal ball count?”
“Not even a little. C’mon, let’s go get you a tutu and tiara and start up,” Tilda said, waving to him.
Mythal followed after her. As he did, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his iLac. He opened up his messenger app and created a group message for himself, Serilda and Nessa. He quickly typed out ‘Wanna see me make an ass of myself? Come to the Pink Tiara show tonight in Magnolia. Ness – feel free to invite Markus along. I figure word’ll get out anyways so may as well just own it.’ Once he sent that, he shoved the item back in his pocket and continued on.
That night, the show was a resounding success. The audience, which had been expecting a mere concert, was blown out of the water by the new direction the group had taken up for this one, single night. The Pink Tiaras wove a story of close friendship and the love that they shared, theirs songs the same but interspersed with new lyrics to fit. Nessa, Markus and Serilda had been seated right at the front of the audience and were more than likely greatly entertained when Mythal made his ‘evil’ debut, attempting to intimidate the audience while wearing a pink tutu and tiara. In the end, the girl group won against him and he saw the error of his ways, swearing to champion their cause right along with them.
Reviews were raving – save for the odd man playing the evil king. His dancing was clumsy and his singing was unpracticed. But people did remark that he certainly dedicated himself to the role.
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