Wanna Be A Rock Star?

Cantor was born into a rock star's lifestyle as both of his parents were celebrity musicians. His mother was a country singer and his father was best known for his rock albums. Cantor is also the eldest of three siblings though that doesn't mean he was treated like a free baby sitter when applicable. His father wanted him to follow in his footsteps and began teaching him at a young age how to sing and play guitar. His mother wasn't exactly fond of this forced learning but she let it slide as her husband was quite... particular when it came to such things. She definitely didn't want to start an argument and allow her children to see their father's true self. She would always remind Cantor that he didn't have to do exactly as his father did when he got older, that it was his choice to decide what path he wanted to take. Unfortunately for her he ended up doing exactly as his father does, right down to the party lifestyle once he hit his teenage years. It was devastating to watch as her little boy was being indoctrinated into such a life but Cantor LOVED every minute of attention he got. His father told him to never pay mind to his mom as that's just how the country singers are. Cantor went everywhere with his father by the time he could talk and was well known within those circles by the time he was a teen. He was quite talented even then as he could play the electric guitar, electric bass and acoustic guitar but no one seemed to care for the latter as they mostly were interested in hearing him shred on the guitar. He was introduced to his father's lifestyle at an early age and became addicted to the attention he was getting. This also fed into other addictions his father introduced him to but he wouldn't admit any of these to even his mother's face. During the days they'd spend their time on stage together preforming for the elder's band called "The Frozen Fallacy". At night was when the real party happened as they'd met at a bandmate's house and party until the sun would begin to rise. Cantor truly believed this was the life he wanted. He felt loved, wanted and needed. What more could someone ask for?
When he wasn't hanging out wit his father he would often be practicing with some of his friends whom he met at these wild parties. They had decided they wanted to create a band but had no idea what the name should be. Cantor had wanted to name it something similar to his dad's but knew he'd get some pushback on that idea. One day during practice an interesting set of words came to mind.

"DONK SURFERS."
"Dude, what?"
"The name of the band!"
"No way man, it's weird."
"It DOES kind of have a ring to it."
"The weirder, the better I say. Gets people to recognize us."
"Then it's settled. Donk Surfers it is!"

Cantor's father had raised an eyebrow at this name but he was honestly amazed they came up with something funky enough to get into the brains of fans. Something folks would have a hard time forgetting. They'd be even harder to forget if they kept up practice and went all out on stage. Cantor informed his old man that this wouldn't be a problem because he knew just how to draw in a crowd!
A few months after his band was formed, Cantor was allowed to participate as his father's opening act and he couldn't have been more thrilled if he tried. He painstakingly set up the stage how they needed it to look. Various colored lights that were set to glow and a few colored smoke canons that were sure to pump up the crowd. He was lucky dad chose a nice and open outside venue or he'd have to ditch the cool stuff. Their act went successful and folks had cheered harder for him than they did for his dad! His father couldn't have been more proud! His mother was too but was a little more reserved and would not stay for the after party that was planned for their debut. Didn't matter though because his dad arranged a bomb party with a giant pool and some beautiful people hanging about! Ha! This was THE party to end all of 'em! They would party well into the morning as well though Cantor needed to get back on the road to follow his dad on the tour. He managed to drag his people onto their bus and fire up the engine. Everyone was grumbly as they'd been RUDELY awoken by their lead singer. He was a little groggy still himself but his dad was already far up the road and now he needed to catch up! When everyone was settled in he took off in hopes of catching up before they were too much farther behind. It soon let to a bit of irritation as his dad just HAD to choose the curvy roads didn't he? It seemed as if every time he sped up he had to slow down because heaven forbid the road be straight for longer than like three seconds! This next place was located up a hill but honestly felt more like a mountain the more Cantor had the bus snake around the various curves. He definitely worried about some patches of road as there was no guard rail to stop them from tumbling below and the folks who drove cars around here were less than pleasant to interact with. Not to mention the past few weeks have been super cold with ice still lurking about on the roads that were shaded by the trees. Cantor tried to keep the activities of last night from interfering with his driving but it wasn't much longer before it caught up to him. He was near the very top of the hill with only two more hard curves to get through before they'd get to their destination. The road was narrower in the last stretch so Cantor had to take up both sides of the road in order to make the turn without toppling the bus. The first curve of these two he made through with no issue, it was the second one that cost him everything...
As he came upon the second curve he realized he'd have to get kind of close to the edge of the hill, which did not have a guard rail to his surprise. He figured that since they were high up that they'd have SOMETHING there. He took a deep breath, his pals not knowing the stress he was under as he began to make the turn. He had to slow down to a crawl and make his way toward the edge before being able to turn. He silently cursed his father for buying him a literal yacht on wheels. By the time he noticed a large truck barreling down the road toward them it was too late. Cantor screamed at the truck and the lads soon followed as they collided. The force was strong enough to knock the front end of their ride toward the cliffside and it was downhill from there. The bus tumbled hard and Cantor turned to look at his bandmates. The contents of their ride flew about as they rolled down the hill. It wasn't a large thing by any means but it wasn't any less deadly. By the time they landed at the bottom and into traffic, the bus had been warped into an unnatural shape. Cantor was the last to lose consciousness as he had watched his friends get thrown like ragdolls owned by a bratty child. He only hoped they would survive...

Cantor was slow to open his eyes as the brightness that tried to pierce his eyelids was harsh. He groaned as he sat up, feeling far worse than waking up after any party he'd ever been to. He rubbed his face and slowly stood up to take in his new surroundings. Marbled buildings and clouds. Where in the world was he? As he looked around an older man approached him. The man introduced himself as Salvador Dali and informed Cantor that this was his new home. Cantor argued with him and said his home was definitely not in a weirdly lit place like this. After more arguing a giant snake seemed to just appear in the sky and glare at him, causing the young fighter to back down. It was soon explained to him that this snake's name was Gio or something like that and he was the one that allowed him a second chance to live. If Cantor didn't like that then Gio was more than happy to send him back to whence he came via flinging him through Astrinet's crust. Cantor wanted to fuss but honestly being alive was better than the alternative. He didn't get any information about his friends which led him to believe he was the only one of their group with this second chance. His 'task' was to sing their praises or whatever. All because he was a musician? Tsk. He bucked up about this job but Gio reminded him of his fate if he refused. The only thing that kept him from trying Gio's patience again was the fact he was going to work with someone named Gracefully and oh man was she a beauty. Salvador already knew from the moment the pair met it was going to be chaos on Cantor's end. Grace clearly didn't want to be anywhere near the guy but she was left with no choice.
Cantor was slowly beginning to believe this might be a pretty good gig after all.

credits

Lea

Character/Story by Glory

Thank you Chrysariel for letting me adopt!

Background by Wallpaper Cave