All right, here's the Middle-School concert, and an update on Darryl for those of you who care(lol. Not really. I can't come up with an excuse for Darryl; sorry, I lied!)

Let's redo this. All right, here's the concert! Sorry that I haven't gave an update for Darryl(if you even care), but there is not going to be one in this chapter either. I haven't thought of an outcome for him yet. Meanwhile, I forgot to ask you guys for song-requests! If you got any, then tell me them in a review, and I'll very likely use them. Unless it's Lady GaGa. No Lady GaGa; or Justin Bieber. Are we clear with that? Alright! Story time.

I'm skipping to Monday because, quiet frankly, the rest of the week and Sunday was boring! Nothing happened! Absolutely nothing! It was pretty much me hanging-out with Iggy, Max coming over to tutor me, and me playing Modern Warfare 2 on Live.

At 4:45 on Monday I got up, expecting to go straight over to the Middle-School. Apparently they had earned some free day, and we were the opening for their day. It was cool, but the only problem was that Iggy and I had to bike down to the studio, meet Ray there, load my dad's old van(he gave it to us so we could use it to move our equipment around) up with the equipment, pick up the others, and drive to the school. In other words, I had to get up early. That's also why morning gigs had always bugged me(although technically it's not a gig unless you get paid). I'm not a morning person.

I walked over to Iggy's bed, careful not to wake up Rachel, which was only a few feet away from Iggy's bed. "Get up Ig," I said tiredly, "we got to get ready."

He grumbled, and turned so he was facing the wall instead of me. He wasn't much of a morning person either. "Come on, Ig, we got to get ready!" I repeated.

He didn't even make a sound that time. I hadn't been in the mood of struggling with him to get up, so I flipped him out of the bed. "Three, two, one, and-" I said, anticipating his next words.

"Ow, what was that for!" he asked loudly.

"You weren't getting up, and we need to get ready quick," I said, "And if you wake up that three-year-old devil, then I'll never forgive you!" I whispered.

"What you say, Fangy?" I had heard a small and innocent voice ask from behind me.

"Nothing, Sweetie," I said, "Go back to bed, alright?"

"Okay, Fangy!" she said, "Iggy, why you on the floor?" she asked.

"Because 'Fangy' pushed me off," he said, glaring at me.

"That's naughty, Fangy!" she said, pouting.

I sighed. "You need to go back to bed, honey," I said.

"But you hurt Iggy!" she said, stomping her foot.

I rolled my eyes, "Angel, he was being naughty first," I reasoned, "We were supposed to get up twenty minutes ago."

"Iggy!" she said.

"Listen Rachel, you do need to go back to sleep, otherwise me and Fang will get in trouble for waking you up!" Iggy said pleadingly.

"Well... okay," she said.

"Good girl," I said, walking over to her and kissing her on the forehead.

"What he said," Iggy said, and did the same as I did. Angel then hopped back into her bed, and curled up into the covers.

I sighed in relief. We would've been in a decent amount of trouble for waking up Rachel before it was nine o' clock. After a few moments I started to get dressed in the bathroom in our room; then Iggy.

I walked outside my room and into the kitchen. "Good morning, Dad," I said. My Dad had to get up early in the morning, and stay-out until about 3:00, just in time for Mom to go to work.

"Goo' mornin', Son," he said with his mouth filled with something, and his head facing the opposite way from me.

I stared at him for a second, then I walked over to the refrigerator. My eyes shot open, "Dad! You ate all of the bacon!" I yelled.

His eyes got wide, and he started to shake his head rapidly. Instantly I heard muffled yelling. A few moments later Iggy came barreling into the kitchen. "Dad did what!" Iggy asked loudly. It almost sounded as if he screamed.

"I canf' exphlan'!" Dad said, still working on swallowing the bacon.

I walked over to the wall that was next to the side-door and started banging my head on it while Iggy and Dad started arguing about the bacon. While they were doing that, I was mumbling things like, 'Why the bacon?' and 'He had to eat the bacon.'

After Iggy and Dad were done arguing, Iggy and I decided to cook up some eggs. It only took about five minutes to swallow down. After we ate, we jumped on our bikes, and started towards the studio.

As we were riding Iggy was still rambling on and on about how Dad ate the bacon, "I can't believe Dad ate all of the bacon!" he said, "He was being so selfish!"

I rolled my eyes, "Listen, once Mom figures out that Dad ate all of the bacon he'll get what's coming to him. Mom just bought all of that bacon yesterday, you know," I said, trying to calm him down.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, pretty much pouting afterward. I'm not sure if he had noticed that pouting wasn't a very manly thing to do unless you were playing or something. Then again, how could he? He's blind.

The rest of the bike ride went without words. After an hour more of biking, we finally made it to the studio. Me and Iggy hopped off of our bikes and walked them over to the bike-rack; then we went inside.

As soon as I stepped into the building, I hear Ray talking to someone on his cell-phone. At 5:50 in the morning?

"Yo, Ray, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing much, man. I'm just trying to convince Nudge to sing Going Under at the middle school, but I'm having a hard time," he explained.

"I'm not doing it!" I heard through the phone.

"Yes, you are," he snapped, and flipped his phone shut.

"Dude, she's going to be pissed at you." I said.

"Yeah, but she's so cute when she's angry," he said.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not interested in what makes you think that your girlfriend is cute. Especially sense she's my best friends sister!" I exclaimed.

"Sure. We need to go and load everything though. We're on a schedule," he said, turning around and walking towards the recording room.

I turned around and started to walk with Ray towards the recording room. "Oh yeah, leave your blind brother in the middle of a... wait, what is this?" I had heard Iggy say from a ways away.

Eventually Iggy found his way to the recording room with me and Ray-Ray and we loaded the van. "Time to start picking everyone else up now," I said.

"Yeah, man. We only have an hour and 25 minutes until we're supposed to be there. I figure that we can make it there with just enough time to set-up, and practice a little bit," Ray said.

"Cool," Iggy said.

About 30 minutes later we were just arriving at the school and we were all, as quickly as we could, unloading the van. "Hurry it up! We only have so much time to practice!" I said, grabbing a speaker in each hand, and running towards the door, where my old teacher, Mr. Benign(I call him Mr. Minor because no one takes him seriously and, well, benign means minor, right?), was standing there with the door open.

I ran through the door, "Thanks Mr. Benign," I said, slamming my shoulder into the door that followed to open it. I ran into the CAC and set them on the stage. I let out a breath, then ran back out to the van.

Twenty minutes later we finally finished unloading and setting up; except Gazzy, because he had to finish setting all the tech stuff up. I don't know.

"All right, guys, what is the song that we're going to start off with?" I asked.

"Faint," No.

"Walls," Probably

"The mixture of Step up/Nobody's Listening/It's Going Down," A formidable foe, Walls.

"All great ideas, but I'd have to say Walls. Step up Because It's Going Down and Nobody's Listening can be next," I said.

"That sounds good," Ray-Ray said.

"Anyone else?" I asked.

"All right, I guess," Iggy said.

"Sure," Nudge said.

"No," Gazzy said.

"Shut-up, Gazzy. Yes," Matt said.

"Doesn't matter to me," Alicia said.

"Okay," Kirk said.

"Majuraty rule, Gazzy," I said, shrugging.

He rolled his eyes, "Sure. Fine. Whatever floats you guys' boat," he said, crossing his arms angrily.

Nudge laughed at him. "So what is the order of the rest of the songs?" I asked.

"We're going to discuss that right now," Ray-Ray said.

After we came up with the order of the songs we had about 45 minutes before the students got in the CAC to practice and goof around.

After 45 minutes of time that we should have spent practicing, the sixth, seventh, and eighth graders piled into the CAC. It was cool to see some of the eighth graders again because we knew them as sixth graders, and for some, seventh graders. Actually Alicia is in the eighth grade. It meant that they knew some of our songs.

As soon as they sat down in the spots that they chose, Iggy started the opening for Walls.

(Walls by Manic Drive. Fang, Matt, Both, Whole Band)

Cause there's something going down
Whoo!

Ha ha! Get up! Get up! Get up!
Cause there's something going down
Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah

Ha ha!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!
We are one but we aren't the same
For a thousand years we've played this game
And the tension rises up
Yeah, the passions givin' up

So our God reaches to unite
While amongst ourselves we fight
And I'm sick of wasting time
Yeah, I got something on my mind

So lift your hands, move your feet!
Get your, get yourself ready!
Lift your flags!
Hit the streets!
And charge!(Cause there is somethin' goin' down!)

So lift your hands, move your feet!
Get your get your, get yourself ready!
Lift your flags!
Hit the streets!
And charge!

No you can never stop it from coming
Those against me can take off running
Cause there's something going down
Yeah, these walls are coming down
Cause the truth that has been said, will unite us once again
Cause there's something going down
Yeah, these walls are coming down!

Can we practice what we preach?
And turn these fists into hands that reach?
Embrace ourselves with open arms?
Turn this hate into loving heart?

What comes up must come down(down)
So I'll march towards this town
And undo what has been done
Tear down these bricks and stones one by one

So lift your hands, move your feet
Get your, get yourself ready
Lift your flags
Hit the streets
And charge!(Cause there's somethin' goin' down!)

So lift your hands, move your feet!
Get your get your, get yourself ready!
Lift your flags!
Hit the streets!
And charge!

No you can never stop it from coming
Those against me can take off running
Cause there's something going down
Yeah these walls are coming down
Cause the truth that has been said, will unite us once again
Cause there's something going down
Yeah, these walls are coming down

No you can never stop it from coming
Those against me can take off running
Cause there's something going down
Yeah these walls are coming down
Cause the truth that has been said,will unite us once again
Cause there's something going down
Yeah, these walls are coming down

Can you feel it?

Can you make some noise?

Ha ha!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Oh, you cannot stop it from coming, you can never stop

Oh, you can never stop it from coming, you can never stop

No you can never stop it fromcoming
Those against me can take off running
Cause there's something goingdown
Yeah these walls are comingdown
Cause the truth that has been said, will unite us once again
Cause there's something goingdown
Yeah, these walls are comingdown

No you can never stop it fromcoming
Those against me can take offrunning
Cause there's something goingdown
Yeah these walls are coming down
Cause the truth that has been said,will unite usonce again
Cause there's something goingdown
Yeah, these walls are comingdown

(Ended)

At about the middle of the song the sixth, eighth graders had stood up, and started clapping with the song. However, the seventh graders didn't budge. Ah, seventh grade. When absolutely nothing impressed you, and you hated everyone who came to your school, but loved anyone who came to your school because they got you out of class. I hated that year(A/N. That's for a different reason though, Fang)

Sense I'm not much of a talker in front of crowds, normally Ray-Ray gets everyone pumped up. "All right, everyone!" he shouted, "How y'all doin' today!"

The sixth graders all yelled "Good" or "Fine".

"Ah, nah!" Ray-Ray said, "Y'all got to be kidding me! That's all you guys got!" he asked.

"Here, Imma see if y'all awake, because you definitely don't seem like you guys are," he said, "So here; what I'm going to do is this. When I say "Who can rock a rhyme like this?", I want y'all to say, "Like this!" he explained.

"Are you guys ready?" he asked, and the sixth graders cheered. "All right y'all. Who can rock a rhyme like this?" Ray-Ray asked.

"Like this!" the sixth, part of seventh, and a majurety of the eighth graders yelled.

"Bring it to ya every time like this?"

"Like this!"

That's when I came in, "Ste-step up, ste-step up!"

"I think they're ready, guys!" Ray-Ray shouted to The Flock.

"Come on, y'all!" I shouted.

(Step up/Nobody's Listening/It's Going Down by Linkin Park. Actions and speech, Ray-Ray, Fang, Students)

Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Bring it to you every time like this?(like this)
Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Ste-step up, ste-step up!

"Keep it up!" Ray-Ray shouted.

Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Bring it to you every time like this?(like this)
Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Ste-step up, ste-step up!

"There we go!" I shouted as all of the eighth grade joined in.

Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Bring it to you every time like this?(like this)
Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Ste-step up, ste-step up

Watch as the room rocks
Men only moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box
Verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock/hip-hop rhymes are childish
You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an EmCee
With your lack of skill and facility
You're killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You're not an EmCee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now they're getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up?
None of it's real
You want to be an EmCee?
Then help us out y'all, come on!

Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Bring it to you every time like this?(like this)
Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Ste-step up, ste-step up

"C'mon!" Gazzy shouted into his mic.

Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Bring it to you every time like this?(like this)
Who can rock a rhyme like this?(like this)
Ste-step up, ste-step up

"Nice, nice. Y'all are doin' good!" Ray shouted, "Lets see how you like this," he heard him say to himself.

Yo, peep the style and the kids checking for it
The number one question is: "How could you ignore it?"
LP back in the cut over basement tracks
With raps that got you backing this up like
Rewind that we're just rolling with the rhythm
Rise from the ashes of stylistic division
With these non-stop lyrics of life living
Not to be forgotten but still unforgiven
But in the meantime there are those who wanna talk this and that
So I suppose it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt

"Fang!" Ray-Ray shouted quickly.

I tried to give you warning, but everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening
S'right
I called to you so clearly, but you don't want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening

"Yo, this song is called 'It's Goin' Down'! You ready?" Ray asked, "Help me out y'all!"

When i say it's goin', you say down
It's goin'
(down)
It's goin'
(down)
When i say it's goin', you say down
It's goin'
(down)
It's goin'
(down)
When i say it's goin', you say down
It's goin'
(down)
It's goin'
(down)
When i say it's goin', everybody down
It's goin'
(down)

Check it out, it's goin' down
The rhythm projects 'round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detects the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futuresque style
The combination of vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects

And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of a rhythmic barrage

It's going down
The logical progression on the time-line
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey

"Take it, Fang!" Ray said quickly.

Now it's goin' down!

The logical progression on the time-line
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's going down

"Whoo!" the 6th and and 8th graders shouted.

"That's right!" Ray shouted.

It's goin' down
Out for the world to see
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree
(It's goin down)
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record crate
(It's going down)

It's goin' down

Out for the world to see
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree
(It's goin' down)
Nobody in the world is safe

When we melt down the wax in your record crate

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here's our DJ, the Gasman!" Ray-Ray shouted, "Mess it up, Gazzy!"(A/N. I regret writing that)

As the different colored gas started to shoot out of areas that Gaz had set up around the CAC, the 6th and 8th graders began cheering for Gazzy, chanting "Gasman" over and over again. I'm not going to lie, Gaz was really good as a DJ.

"Finish it up, Alicia!" Ray-Ray shouted, and Alicia proceeded to do a drum solo for the end of the song.

(End Song)

Before anyone had a chance to clap or cheer, Ray-Ray shouted, "How y'all doin'!"

"Good!" all the students shouted.

"Now that's more like it!" Ray said, "I thought that I was gonna be with a dull crowd today, but I think you guys were just tired. Were you guys just tired?"

Every one of them said, "Yeah."

"But now you're awake?" Ray asked.

"Yeah!" they all said.

"Good, because we're about go into a song that we call, 'Faint'. It should relate to all y'all. Ever feel like you're not being listened to? Like the adults in your life just don't care? Yeah, that's what this song is about," Ray-Ray explained.

(Faint by Linkin Park(YEAH!) Actions and speech,Ray-Ray, Fang, Matt, Fang/Matt)

I am
A little bit of loneliness
A little bit of disregard
A handful of complaints
But I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars
I am
What I want you to want
What I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you,To just believe this is real
So I

let go
Watching you
Turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here,'Cause you're all I got

I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored!
Time won't heal
This damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored!

We got the 6th and 7th graders to start jumping up and down(well the girls), and the 8th graders to hit their fist into the air(well, the people who liked rock).

I am
A little bit insecure
A little unconfident
'Cause you don't understand
I do what I can
But sometimes I don't make sense
I am
What you never want to say
But I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you
For once just to hear me out
So I

let go
Watching you
Turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here, 'Cause you're all I got

I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored!
Time won't heal
This damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored!

Now!
Hear me out now!
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not!
Right now!

Hear me out now!

You're gonna listen to me, like it or not!

Right now!

I can't feel

The way I did before

don't turn your back on me

I won't be ignored!

I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored!
Time won't heal
This damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored!

I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored!

Time won't heal
This damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me!
I won't be ignored!

(End Song)

The Middle school cheered loudly, and I was starting to get a little excited. "All right!" I yelled, "That's what we're talking about!"

"All right, our next song is called Papercut. It's Fang here's favorite song," Ray-Ray said, pointing towards me.

"It's true," I said, "So what are you keeping me waiting for, Gaz!" I turned around and asked him.

That's when Gazzy started the entrance for Papercut.

(Papercut by Linkin Park. Fang, Ray, Screaming Fang. Fang and Ray)

Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left

I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head

Like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my
eyes
A face that watches every time I
lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
(It watches everything)

So I know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right beneath my skin

It's like I'm paranoid! lookin' over my back!
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head!
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within!
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin!

I know I've got a face in me *Growl*
Points out all my mistakes to me
You've got a face on the inside too
Your paranoia's
probably worse

I don't know what set me off first
But I know what I can't
stand
Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is
I can't add up to what you can but

Everybody has a face that they hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my
eyes
A face that watches every time they
lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
(It watches everything)

So you know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is watching you too
Right inside your skin

It's like I'm paranoid! lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin

It's like I'm paranoid! lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin

The face inside is right beneath your skin
The face inside is right beneath your skin

The face inside is right beneath your skin

The sun goes down(Why!)
I feel the light betray me
The sun goes down
I feel the light betray me

It's like I'm paranoid! lookin' over my back

(The Sun)
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin

(I feel the light betray me)

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back

(The Sun)
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within

(I feel the light betray me)
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing
within
It's like the face inside is right
beneath my skin!

(End song)

Everyone clapped. Yes. I knew that it was going good. However, I'm not used to screaming for a song, so that took a considerable amount of air out of me.

"All right, we're going to slow this down a bit." Ray said. I knew what was coming, and I seen the target that the song was aimed for. It was way in the back, but it was hard to miss. It had a big "Highskool Visitor" T-shirt on. I'm not sure why the target would actually buy that, but- getting off track. The target was Tess, okay?

"We're slowin' it down because, recently our Keyboardist, Iggy, has been cheated on, and he has some songs about it." All of the kids(girls at least) "Awed" as Ray continued, "But no, they aren't gushy love songs, but they're parting songs. He says he's through! Because you know what? They never officially broke-up, and because of that, Iggy says he is going to be the one to end it! Not her!" he started shouting. Wow. I don't really have a comment on Ray's speech. I know it's true and that Iggy said that he was the one that was going to end it, and not Tess, but Ray's speech sounded like one of them Gospel preachers, only without the "inspired breath."

"So here we are!" Ray said, pointing Iggy to start the song up. Iggy nodded, and closed his eyes(even though he was blind), and began to play.

(Already Over by Red. Fang, Matt, Matt whispers)

You never go
You're always here(suffocating me)
Under my skin
I cannot run away
Fading slowly

I'd give it all to you
Letting go of me
Reaching as I fall
I know it's already over now
Nothing left to lose
Loving you again
I know it's already over; already over now

My best defense(best defense)

Running from you(cost me every- cost me everything)
I can't resist

Take all you want from me
Breaking slowly

I'd give it all to you
Letting go of me
Reaching as I fall
I know it's already over now
Nothing left to lose
Loving you again
I know it's already over; already over now!

You're all I'm reaching for
It's already over
All I'm reaching for!
It's already over now

I'd give it all to you
I offer up my soul
It's already over; already over now!

Give it all to you
Letting go of me
Reaching as I fall
I know it's already over now
Nothing left to lose
Loving you again!
I know it's already over now!
It's already over now!
I know it's already over; already over

(End song)

I took a breath in, and turned around to look at Iggy. He actually seemed fine, but I didn't trust my eyes. Never have, never will.

"All right, this next song is called Heartless." I said, "These were both obviously written at completely different times of grief," I said chuckling, and the 6th and 7th graders laughed. However, the 8th graders, although only being one year older, seemed to understand a little bit more. "Lets go, Alicia," I said. She started plucking away at the guitar for the opening the opening.

(Uh. This one's a tuffy. The song and the lyrics belong to Kanye West, but this version of the song belongs to The Fray. Heartless(The Fray Cover). Actions and Speech, Fang.)

In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless?
How could you be so heartless?

As soon as I sung the chorus Tess seemed to be on edge. She didn't seem to be affected much by the first song, but I knew that this song would.

How could you be so cold?
As the winter wind when it breeze yo
Just remember that you talkin' to me though
You need to watch the way you talkin' to me though

I mean after all the things that we've been through
I mean after all the things we got into
Yo, I know of some things that you ain't told me
Yo, I did some things but that's the old me

Now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me
So you walk around like you don't know me
You got a new friend, I got homies
In the end it's still so lonely

Tess flinched when I said 'lonely'.

In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless?
How could you be so heartless?

How could be so Dr. Evil?
You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know
I decided we weren't goin' speak so
Why we up 3 a.m. on the phone?

After I sung this part, she left. Apparently she couldn't take it. But she deserved to feel bad. That's what you get when you screw with my brother. Well, that, or you find a bomb in your locker. Depends on his mood.

Why does she be so mad at me for?
Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold
I won't stop, won't mess my groove up
'Cause I already know how this thing go

You run and tell your friends you're leavin' me
They say that they don't see what you see in me
You wait a couple months and you gonna see
You'll never find nobody better than me

In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless?
How could you be so heartless?

Talk and talk and talk and talk
Baby let's just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you

So I got somethin' new to see
You just goin' keep hatin' me
And we just gonna be enemies

I know you can't believe
I could just leave it wrong
And you can't make it right
So Imma take off tonight into the night

Hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless?
How could you be so heartless?

Hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless?
How could you be so heartless?

(Song end)

Everyone clapped. "All right, guys! Now we gonna pump it up with one last song, then you guys get your whole-school activity day!" Ray shouted.

"Matt!" I said, and he started up the guitar.

(Bleed it Out by Linkin Park. Ray-Ray, Fang, Actions and Speech)

Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind

The kids laughed as soon as they realized what was said, and the teachers either laughed or glared at us.

Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I won't get lose

Truth is you can stop and stare
Bled myself out and no one cares
Dug the trench out, lay down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere

Yeah, someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out

Go, stop the show
Choppy words and a sloppy flow
Shotgun, opera, lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go

Mama help me I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on his brand new hearse
Can't contain him, I knows he works

Fuck, this hurts
But I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied

So why try ignoring him
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out

I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this
I pulled myself so far
I'll make you, face, this, now!

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out
I bleed it out
I bleed it out!

(End song)

I took in a deep breath, then yelled as loud as I could, "Have a great day Sauk Rapids-Rice Middle School! This has been The Flock!"

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