Alistair tried opening the front door to his house but it was locked. He had expected his family to leave it open for him.

"Those assholes… open up!" He banged his fist on the door and rang the door bell several times but no one answered. "Someone let me in! Huh?" Alistair finally noticed that there was a note taped to the door. He pulled it off and tried to read it but it was all in Japanese characters. "When is dad gonna learn that I don't read or speak Japanese…" He turned it over and found more writing. This time it was in English and in his mother's handwriting.

"Yes I told him that you can't read or speak Japanese… We all got tired of waiting for you to get back so we went out to eat. Alex came by and said that you two are going to a party later on anyway so just eat something there."

"P.S We all know you failed so don't bother telling us how your show went."

"I didn't fail! And no one told me that we're going to a party…"

"Correction! We're playing at the party!" A familiar voice answered. Alistair spun around to find his best friend Alex grinning at him. He is a shaggy looking kid whose eyes are always covered by a tangled mess of black hair. But somehow he's still able to see perfectly…

"What? How? When- D-Dude! When the hell did you get behind me?!"

"I'm not even sure dude. I find it easier on the brain to just not question it…"

"Whatever. So what's all this about a party?" He asked pointing at the note.

"Well, it's not a party exactly… It's more like a concert!"

"No way!"

"Way!"

"Sweet! Who's playing?" Alistair asked eagerly.

"We are my pasty faced friend! We're the opening act for Lil' Pimpy and the Whore Quartette! Am I an awesome band manager or what?" Alistair didn't answer immediately. Lil' Pimpy was a midget rapper who doesn't go anywhere without his crew of thugs, crack addicts and hitmen and of course, the Whore Quartette.

"Dude we can't be the opening act for a rap show!" He responded angrily.

"Why not?"

"Because we're a rock band stupid! They're two conflicting genres! The crowd will think Lil' Pimpy's, I don't know, going white or something! The crowd will throw a tantrum because they want rap music, leave and then Pimpy will send his goons to murder us!"

"Oh please. You're thinking way too much. I'm not afraid of Pimpy or his goons either. Plus if the need arises, we could use those rapping skills Percy taught you."

"But Percy says I suck ass at rapping…" Alex shook his head irritably.

"Who cares what Percy thinks? That fag still sleeps in a racecar bed! Anybody who's over eight years old and still sleeps in a racecar bed should get AIDS from a starving Ethiopian woman and then get shot! What does someone like that know about hip hop? That fucking faggot can go eat a dick!"

"Uh Alex… I'm the one who still sleeps in the racecar bed…" Alistair sighed ashamedly.

"Oops… Awkward… Um forget I mentioned it… Come on! We're supposed to be there before anybody else! To the contest hall!" The contest hall was used for all sorts of events like concerts as well as contests. They both climbed back onto Terra's back.

"HI HO TERRA! AWAY!" Alistair shouted. Both Terra and Alex looked confusedly at him. "What? That was a Lone Ranger reference… Uncultured swines… Just go to the contest hall…"

Skip ahead to the concert…

"This is a disaster; this is a disaster, THIS IS A DISASTER!" The stage manager shrieked while holding his head. "Pimpy isn't here, the whores aren't here, even that stupid opening act 'Retards on Guitar Strings' aren't here! The people are going to riot and everyone knows when black people riot, someone gets shot!"

"Uh… other races come to rap shows too y'know," Alistair said whilst tapping the man on the shoulder. He jumped out of shock.

"Don't do that! I'm so jittery right now I could have a stroke!"

"Sorry dude," Alex apologized.

"Fine, fine, whatever. I'm glad that you guys are here. Pimpy hasn't shown up yet so I need you guys to stall for a good twenty minutes."

"No problem," Alistair said.

"Sure thing," Alex said.

"Great. Now there's a place where you guys can set up your equipment and a table full of food over there. I have to go get an aspirin and solace the contest winners…" Alex and Alistair stopped listening after he mentioned food and went over to the table he mentioned to start stuffing their faces. "Ugh… why do I even bother…?"

Meanwhile…

"God I hate waiting in lines. I just don't get it, we've won those stupid backstage passes and yet we don't to get in first. This is injustice!" Melissa complained irritably. Annie didn't respond and seemed to be deep in thought about something. "Oh my god are you still thinking about that Alistair guy?!"

"What? N- No!"

"Annie just admit that you like him and I'll drop it."

"But I don't like him! He's manic, rude and I barely know him! Why would I like someone like him?"

"If you hate him so much (as you should) then why are you being so defensive about it?"

"I'M NOT BEING DEFENSIVE!" Melissa smirked and turned away from her.

"Do you believe in love at first sight? I think you do. We're lying naked under the covers. Those are the best days of my-." She sang just to piss Annie off.

"STOP IT!" Just then, the stage manager came out with a megaphone.

"Will the winners of the backstage passes and the honor to meet Pimpy please come over here?" He instructed.

"That's us Annie! Come on! Move it bitches! Important people coming through!" Melissa shrieked as she and Annie pushed their way through the crowd. "Where's Pimpy you urchin?" She asked the frail little stage manager.

"He's not here yet but-."

"UNACCEPTABLE!" She screamed. Everyone in the immediate area cringed. "The only reason I came here was to meet Pimpy! Get him here now!"

"We're doing the best my dear! You can meet the band opening for Pimpy if you'd like. They're called Zeus on the Guitar Strings or something like that…" Both girls gasped and gave the other a shocked look. "I can tell you're excited already. Come follow me…" He grabbed them both by the wrists and dragged them backstage where Alistair, Fiona and Virtuoso were all having panic attacks while Alex and his Quagsire continued eating.

"FUCK! HOW COULD WE FORGET TO BRING ANY MUSIC SHEETS!?" Alistair shrieked. He and his pokemon were so frantic that they all started running in circles and holding their heads out of panic. He didn't seem to notice that the girls that he met only a few hours ago had entered the room. "WE'RE FUCKING IDIOTS!"

"I for one find it ironic that we're a band and yet we don't memorize our own music," Alex retorted nonchalantly.

"I guess we're going to have to play something not from us… Quick, what do you know by heart?"

"Tons. Dani California, Pretender, Stairway to Heaven, Black Parade-."

"Great! But do you know how to play any of them?"

"Hell no. I know all the words though."

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Alistair shrieked.

"I can't believe they got a talent-less guy like him to play here…" Melissa said. "I should find a way to get back at him…" She thought to herself. Annie stayed quiet and leaned against the nearest wall. "What? Scared to talk to your boyfriend?"

"Would you please stop with that?"

"Nope."

"Okay, okay, okay… Calm down Al…" Alistair said. He took a couple of deep breaths. "Okay… Wait… I think I know one song we can play Alex!"

"Cool. What is it?"

"Empty Walls by Serj Tankian."

"Serj Tankian?" Alex said back disbelievingly. "I don't know dude… He sounds like a terrorist to me…" Ever since 9/11 Alex has been very distrustful of anybody from or has ever been in the Middle East. Because of that he even distrusts the pope…

"Who gives a damn if he's from the Middle East!? He made a kick ass song! Virtuoso play it for me. Me and Fiona will sing it."

Your empty walls...
Your empty walls...
Pretentious attention
Dismissive apprehension
Don't waste your time, on coffins today
When we decline, from the confines of our mind
Don't waste your time, on coffins today

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

I want you
To be
Left behind those empty walls
Don't
You see
From behind those empty walls

Those empty walls
When we decline, from the confines of our mind
Don't waste your time, on coffins today

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

I want you
To be
Left behind those empty walls
Don't
You see
From behind those empty walls
Want you to be
Left behind those empty walls
Don't
You see
From behind those empty walls

"… Then it mostly repeats the last three verses. What do you think dude?"

"It could work… but we're gonna have to stall for Pimpy remember? We're gonna need more then that."

"Damn you're right. Come on, there's got to be a computer around here. We'll get a song off the internet!"

"To the Internet!" Both Als, Quagsire, Fiona and Virtuoso ran off to find a computer. When they were all gone Melissa and Annie got out of their hiding spots. Melissa mad sure that the coast was clear before releasing her Dusclops.

"What are you doing?" Annie asked.

"It's time to get back at Alistair for being rude to me before! I'm gonna have Dusclops suck their instruments in with it's black hole."

"What!? You can't do that! They'll never get them back!"

"Uh… That's the point Annie." Annie gave her a look of deep disgust. "What? If you really don't like Alistair then you'll let me get rid of his instruments."

"…Fine. Do what you want…"

"Good. Dusclops! Do your worst!" Dusclops' eye turned completely black. Alistair's drums and guitar got sucked into Dusclops' eye, never to return. "Good boy!" Annie pulled back the curtains and tried to leave but Melissa grabbed her by the arm. "Where are you going?"

"Away from you! I've helped you out with a lot of mean things before but this is the worst!" Annie shook her off and departed.

"Annie! Wait up!" Melissa called after her friend. She returned Dusclops and tore after Annie. Alistair, Alex and the pokemon came back into the room right after she left. They all looked around but they're instruments had all gone missing.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY INSTRUMENTS!?"