Author's note: Hey guys I'm back! Sorry it took a while, but I have a quick little teaser for you all. Enjoy!

"Where am I?" asked Mike. He stood in an endlessly white plane. Nothingness expanded for miles. There was not a thing in sight. "What is this place?" he asked again.

Utter silence answered, sending a shiver down Mike's neck.

"Well…great…" he mumbled, pondering what to do.

Shrugging, he stuffed his pants in his jean pockets and walked through the endless white. Hours passed. Maybe they were minutes, maybe they were days, but Mike couldn't tell. It was all a blur.

Suddenly, however, the white gave way to a singular object. Upon laying eyes on the dark blob, Mike rushed forward, sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him. He neared the object and was able to make out the visible image of a human sitting in the chair. A woman, Mike was sure, but he couldn't make out any of her features. He was still too far away to get a close look.

Yet, as he tried to get closer, he felt himself unable to move.

"What the heck?" he asked in confusion. "I was just able to move a minute ago? What happened?" he asked, becoming frustrated. It was as if an invisible wall restrained him.

"Welcome Mike," chimed a melodic feminine voice.

"Uh…Hi?" replied Mike, mystified by the sudden voice.

"I'm glad you finally found me. I've been waiting for you," she stated, in a tranquil monotone voice. It was both eerie and strangely soothing at the same time.

"That voice is too perfect to be human…" thought Mike to himself.

"Why have you been waiting?" Mike asked, trying to draw answers from her.

"For you Mike," replied the mystery woman. Mike felt like she was toying with him.

"What about me?" he asked, starting to feel irritation swell in his veins.

"You're special Mike. You have a gift, a talent."

"What are you talking about?"

"Why, your musical ability of course," replied the woman, almost as if she was smiling at Mike's confusion.

Mike stood silent, trying to follow the being's logic.

The being noticed Mike's hesitance and followed up her previous statement.

"Mike," she said, pausing slightly, "you have potential, potential to change all of music, and even magic itself for that matter."

The woman spoke matter-of-factly, as if Mike should have known this from the beginning.

"Wait, hold up, what?" asked Mike, who struggled to process her words. "Hold on!" he said exasperated. "Let's start from the beginning. Who are you? Where am I? What's going on!" he asked frantically. "And why can't I move!" he shouted.

He heard a giggle resound around him. "Please…Miss…just help me out," he pleaded. "I'm so confused."

There was a moment of silence until the mystery woman spoke up. "I am known as The Conductor, and it is I who controls music. I watch over this realm and protect it. Sometimes, I even provide a little boost to those who compose as well," she explained.

"Whoa…" mumbled Mike. "But I have one question thought. You said you protect this place, but I don't see anything to protect."

"Look around Mike," commanded the woman in a friendly tone.

"But there is noth-"

Mike stopped speaking when he became surrounded by a plethora of musical instruments. Various guitars, pianos, keyboards, drums, trumpets, violins, and other instruments were strewn around him. Every instrument imaginable and then some.

"Whoa what the hell?! When did this get here?" asked Mike, who had to avoid tripping over a guitar as he was now able to move, his surprise having thrown him off guard. Looking down he picked up an acoustic guitar and admired the craftsmanship, running his hands over the neck, across the strings, and over the polished wooden finish.

"It's a nice guitar…" he said sadly. He placed it carefully back down on the floor and looked around at the seemingly endless amount of instruments.

"So what, is this like a land of music or something?" he asked to the woman.

"Almost. It is the embodiment of music itself," explained the woman.

Mike wandered through the junkyard of instruments, admiring everything he saw. He saw things he knew, things he used, and some things he had never seen or used before. Some instruments appeared freshly polished while others were broken, de-stringed, or rusted. He tried to grab a violin but it disappeared before his eyes, and his hand grabbed nothing.

"What the heck?" he stated bluntly.

"It's in use Mike. Somebody has chosen to play the violin." The woman still sat in her chair, causing Mike to straighten up.

"Do all these instruments comprise music?" Mike asked after glancing her over.

"Yes," replied the woman curtly.

Mike thought for a moment before he begun to run around, searching frantically.

"Her instrument is here Mike," responded the women, as if reading his thoughts.

"Has she been here?" he asked hysterically.

"Yes, only once, when she was young."

"What happened?" he asked, still frantic for answers.

"She received the gift of music here," explained the woman.

"Allow me to explain Mike. This isn't just music. It is a holy realm and only the chosen are allowed to enter. The great musicians of old have passed through here, all of them. Your idols came through here, and so did theirs as well."

Mike thought about what she said. "But, isn't music available to everyone?" asked Mike.

"Music is enjoyed by everyone yes, but the artists and composers lie on a different plane. They are the ones who evolve music, who change it, and who determine what type is played and thus enjoyed by others. Singlehandedly, one musician can influence an entire generation and spark a revolution. Their sound can sometimes be so legendary that it grasps the attention of an entire people, often for years at a time."

Note: I'm referring to people like Michael Jackson, Queen, The Beatles, etc.

"So what does this mean for me?" asked Mike, standing over a grand piano, admiring the ebony and ivory keys.

"Music is the way to the soul Mike, a place where people can express their feelings in a variety of ways from singing to playing any number of instruments. Music has been around for millennium, since the dawn of intelligent human life. While it was simplistic at first, it evolved over time and has grown into what you see today. Never before has there been such a diverse and unique grouping of instruments in history. And you Mike, you are a musical prodigy. You are blessed with something past generations of musicians would kill for."

"What is that?" asked Mike, looking up from a pile of music sheets.

"You have the greatest arsenal of musical instruments at your disposal. Even more important, you now stand on the precipice of creating the most monumental shift in all of music's history. It is your fate Mike," stated the woman plainly.

"What do I have to do?" he asked in wonder, still letting her words soak in.

"I can't tell you that Mike, at least not yet. You must discover it for yourself. I am only a guide."

"What! How come?" he interjected.

"Don't limit yourself Mike," she continued. "Break the boundaries that constrain contemporary music. I'll be waiting. Until we meet again." The woman Mike saw in the distance, sitting with her back turned, got up and faded as she walked into the distance.

"Wait!" he cried. "How do I do that!" he yelled. "I need more help! I have so many questions!"

"Unlock your hidden potential. Until we meet again…" sounded her hypnotic voice in the distance.

Mike listened in silence as the land around him started to fall apart. Square after square fell around him as he watched the flood collapse from under him. He stood in shock as each square gave way to blackness until he stood on the last remaining square. As it faded, Mike screamed, but no sound came out. He cried as he fell into the oblivion, the blackness enveloping his body.

Mike screamed as he jolted awake, sweat covering his body. He looked around in a panic, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath ragged. After calming himself down, he noticed he had fallen asleep in the studio.

"Man," he groaned, "that was a crazy dream."

He got up and headed to his kitchen. He reached up and grabbed a glass and poured himself some water. After greedily chucking the liquid he splashed his face with water. He dried himself off and headed back to his studio. He sat down and sighed, leaning back in his comfortable chair.

"What did she mean?" he thought. He vividly remembered her parting words, "break the boundaries that constrain contemporary music," but he had no idea what that meant. "Unlock your hidden potential"? What the hell did that mean?

Mike had many questions, but he couldn't process them all.

"Uhhhhgggg!" he grumbled, his face contorting with frustration. "Screw it. I'll figure it out later."

He got up hesitantly, taking one last look at his studio. He eyes glanced at the keyboard in front of him.

Suddenly, for a split second, he saw the keyboard disappear. However, it reappeared just as quickly as it had disappeared.

Mike rubbed his eyes quickly and shook his head. "I must be losing my mind," he thought.

He turned from the studio and headed to take a shower. He had to get ready for his date with Ahri.

HA! I bet you can't guess what will happen to Mike!

OHHH MY GOD! BTW! Since everyone seemed to love my first story "More than a Chef", I have decided that I will re-continue the story! However, I'm making some changes, some changes that will better help the plot! Stay tuned!

Hurrah!

-Ninja-