Demon Band

I can’t decide if it was a vision or a dream. A vision in a dream? Whatever. I just know that if I don’t call off from work, something bad is going to happen. What am I going to tell them? I can’t come in to work because I had a vision? My boss already thinks I’m crazy! Oh sh@¥.

I decide to fake a cough, and I get through the call with my boss without him needing as much explanation as I thought. As soon as I end the call, I heave a sigh of relief. Now, to get down to the business of figuring out what this vision means. Or maybe it didn’t matter anymore?

It might be trivial, but I got the vague sense that it would haunt me if I didn't try. Rummaging under my bed, I finally drew out the dusty tome, stamped with the gaudy letters, "Nostradamus for Dummies." Carefully flipping its fragile pages, I got to the guide to visions.

It took some searching and cross-referencing, but I puzzled out a meaning. “Apocalypsus Boybandius” was the chapter heading. It seemed absurd, but the longer I read, the surer I was. Nostradamus had predicted exactly this:

Four boys, from four different families, who sing in four different octaves, came together because of their shared love of music and manipulating people with desire. They were each of them evil in their own way. The leader had ankle length hair and a white denim rhinestone cape.

The other three were identical triplets, separated at birth and living with different families. They met when they joined a local choir and realized their ability to harmonize so perfectly that it could change wills. Together they would torment the world, one ear at a time.