In a dark room, a woman with long brown hair was bent over her desk, writing furiously. After a few more lines, she sat back, a beaming grin stretching across her face.

"Finished!" She declared. "Now, to get it to him..."

Two weeks later...

"Nuh-uh." A tall boy, about seventeen or eighteen, shook his head violently, ignoring the strange looks he got from the other people backstage with him. "No way. Hell no. You can't be serious!"

"Just do it-we listened to it enough on the way here for you to have it memorized-"

"Unfortunately," he muttered. The other continued as if he hadn't spoken.

"And besides that, you promised." A taller boy informed him, rubbing his forehead.

"I don't care if I promised or if I swore on my life, West. You're my younger brother, you're supposed to be on my side anyway." He snapped. "And I didn't promise anything, she just-"

"Gilbert Beilschmidt?" The older turned almost instantly, red eyes flashing.

"Yea, what?" The attendant made a slight face.

"There is a...Francis Bonnefoy and a Antonio Carriedo here to see you." There was a few seconds of silence.

"Well?" Gilbert said, eyes lighting up happily even as his brother groaned in horror. "What are you waiting for? Send them back!" The attendant made a slight grimace.

"Mon ami!" A deep voice called out as two boys walked in. Gilbert beamed.

"Bonnefoy, Carriedo, what gives, guys?" He called, pulling first one then the other in a one armed hug. "You guys were supposed to come before school started, y'know?"

"Lo siento, Gilbert." Antonio said, grinning. "Pero, it's hard to catch when you decide to come home...and school is very busy, especially because it just started..."

"Did you miss us, Gilbert?" Francis asked playfully.

"Help me convince West here that I'm not gonna be singing any of that...that...horrible music!" Gilbert said breathlessly. Francis frowned, turning to the CD player and pressing 'play' while Antonio merely tilted his head, looking confused.

A few seconds later, Franci turned back, an evil gleam in his eye.

"Mon ami," he purred lightly, "this is a perfect song for you to sing!" Gilbert groaned in horror.

"God, help me," he whined, falling onto the sofa back stage with his hand over his eyes. As if it couldn't get worse (in Gilbert's opinion) the announcer decided that it was time for Gilbert to get onstage. He tried to fight it, but the combined efforts of Antonio and Ludwig managed to push him onstage.

Gilbert glared at his brother, but turned to face the audience when the music started and he was forced to begin singing (otherwise it would ruin his reputation-and it was so not cool for soneone as awesome as him to have a bad reputation.)

"I'm not surprised, not everything lasts/I've broken my heart so many times I've stopped keepin' track/Talk myself in, I talk myself out/I get all worked up than I let myself down." Gilbert forced himself to listen to the song and get lost in the music, wanting to get this...humiliation over with as soon as possible.

"I tried so very hard not to lose it/I came up with a million excuses/I thought I thought of every possibility/And I know someday that it'll all turn up/You'll make me work so we can work to work it out/And I promise you kid that I'll give so much more than I get m-m/I just haven't met you yet. m m-m-m m-m-m m" He was so going to kill her as soon as he could, he swore it. What was she thinking, making him sing something as sappy and un-awesome as this?

"I might have to wait/I'll never give up/I guess it's half timing and the other half's luck/Wherever you are/Whenever it's right/You'll come out of nowhere and into my life." Wondering how much more of the song was left, Gilbert scanned the crowd, lazily pointing out people he knew in his mind, and generally barely paying attention to what he was singing (yea, he memorized it that well...the tour bus thing wasn't as big as it should be...stupid West, playing it the entire ride down...)

"And I know that we can be so amazing/And baby your love is gonna change me/And now I can see every possibility m-m./And somehow I know that it'll all turn up/And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out/And I promise you kid I'll give so much more than I get m-m/I just haven't met you yet."

"They say all's fair/In love and war/But I won't need to fight it/We'll get it right it/We'll be united..." As he smirked at the crowd, his eyes caught on some of the deepest shade of purple he ever saw. As he focused in on the purple some more, he realized it was a pair of eyes.

"And I know that we can be so amazing/And being in your life is gonna change me/And now I can see every single possibility m-m." The owner, a pale boy with slightly messy brown hair, flushed lightly, but stared back undauntingly.

"And someday I know it'll all turn up/And I'll work to work it out/Promise you kid... I give more than I get/Than I get than I get than I get." Without thinking, Gilbert smiled, almost instantly (albeit unknowingly) putting more emotion, more energy into the song.

"Oh you know that will all turn out/And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out/And I promise you kid... to give so much more than I get/Yeah I just haven't met you yet." The violet eyes glared back at him briefly before the owner turned his head to the right, and then got up.

"I just haven't met you yet/Oh I promise you kid/To give so much more than I get..." Gilbert was vaguely aware of the fact that he was not supposed to stop singing yet. His eyes were glued to the strange, violet-eyed boy who was making his way out of the crowd.