Title: I Was Isekai'd With My Wife and Now She's the Final Boss of the Fandom Author: H. Behevras Genre: Comedy, Isekai, Music, Married Protagonist, Parody Tags: #FinalBossWife #MetalheadMC #BoybandHell #TrashIsekaiButActuallyGenius
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Chapter 26: The Musical Re-education Disaster. Part 4: The First Disaster Rehearsal
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Previously:
Raiko's "musical boot camp" began in earnest.
Percival was coaxed into striking power chords with actual conviction.
Melody was told her bass should rumble like thunder that scares livestock.
Winslow learned that metal drumming isn't just "waltz but faster,"
and Lady Cordelia struggled to embrace anything darker than sunshine.
Progress was… technically made.
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After three hours of individual instruction that had left everyone exhausted and slightly traumatized, Raiko decided it was time for a group attempt.
"Right," he announced, "let's try playing together. Something simple. A basic metal progression in E minor."
He counted them in.
"One, two, three, four!"
What emerged was...
Percival played his power chords like he was afraid they might explode.
Melody's bass sounded like a harp that had been possessed by a very polite demon.
Winslow's drumming kept trying to turn everything into a waltz.
Lady Cordelia's keyboard added flourishes that belonged at a royal christening.
The result sounded like a medieval court orchestra having a very gentle nervous breakdown.
"STOP!" Raiko called out after thirty seconds of musical torture.
"STOP, STOP, STOP!"
The cacophony ceased.
"That was..." he searched for words that wouldn't completely crush their spirits. "...a beginning."
"It didn't sound very metal," Percival observed.
"It sounded like elevator music played in a minor key," Melody added.
"At least we were all in time!" Winslow said proudly.
"Were we playing the same song?" Lady Cordelia asked.
Raiko buried his face in his hands.
"Break time," he announced.
"Everyone take ten minutes to... to question your life choices."
As the four musicians wandered off to process their introduction to metal, Raiko slumped against the wall and wondered if he'd bitten off more than he could chew.
How did you teach someone to be aggressive when their entire musical training was based on beauty and restraint?
How did you explain that sometimes music was supposed to hurt a little, in the best possible way?
How did you turn wedding musicians into warriors of sound?
He was starting to think it might be impossible.
That's when his phone buzzed with a message from Noona:
"How's the metal education going? Have you traumatized any classical musicians yet?"
"All of them," he texted back. "Send help."
"What kind of help?"
"I don't know. Maybe a miracle?"
"Fresh out of miracles. You'll have to settle for determination and possibly alcohol."
"I'll take both."
As he put his phone away, Raiko realized that he was about to discover something he'd never known about himself:
Whether his passion for metal was strong enough to overcome four lifetimes of classical training.
And whether he have any mysterious ability that would kick in when he really, truly needed it.
The next few weeks were going to be... educational.
For everyone involved.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Author's Note:
Congratulations, the royal wedding band has now survived its first "metal" rehearsal… barely.
The good news: no instruments exploded.
The bad news: the only thing aggressive about that performance was how determined it was to sound like background music for a medieval brunch.
The next chapter will test whether Raiko's patience or the band's sanity runs out first.
Disclaimer: No miracles were delivered to Raiko during the writing of this chapter. Alcohol, however, remains a strong possibility.
— H. Behevras
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