The Prince Who Stole Music

CHAPTER FIVE

Blake had a one-track mind now. “K.C.”, The best for the best, he thought, what business did The Prince have to tell Blake how to live his life. The sight of the world-famous rapper driving full speed on his bike towards you would have had anyone shivering in their boots. But not K.C., she already knew Blake would be paying her a visit, why wouldn’t he? She worked with the prince to put an end to public music, it was blasphemy in Blake’s eyes. K.C. sat snugly in her office, looking through the security cameras as Blake pulled up in a motorbike at her property. Blake stormed up to the entrance, the same sigil he saw on the concert- destroying robots now adorning the gate in front of him. Walking through the gate and property, Blake approached a small robot who asked him why he was at the ‘K.C. Residence’, then lead him to what looked like the main building. Like a movie villain, K.C. sat expectantly at a dark oak desk. “You!” Blake exclaimed, sitting on the chair in front of K.C. “What in your right mind would make you think that was a good idea, have your robots finally put you under their spell?” He rants. “Music is my whole life! Mine and so many others, why would you dispel hope like that?”