Several years pass, and your one veemo act has expanded to an entire band featuring an female inkling guitarist, a female inkling pianist, a female octoling saxophone player, and of course, yourself. Your already big fanbase has expanded to the point that you're now a global sensation, especially after all of the other remaining humans were turned into sexy cephalopod women, and so, you and your sexy cephalopod band proceed to live out the rest of your lives performing for the masses, and creating songs. Hell, you even fall in love with, and marry the guitarist of the band. You couldn't be any happier with your life.
Good ending.