Title: New Perspectives

Author: Ophelia Valentine

Chapter: Of Evil Clocks and Maps

Summary: The guys are a famous band with bad publicity on their tails; their record manager has had enough and sends the guys to another state to get a new perspective in life besides all the fame and clubbing…but they get more than they bargained for.

"Lithium climbing up the charts!"

"Lithium's new single made it to number one!"

"Lithium still number one!"

"Lithium spotted with girls' at the most popular night club!"

"Lithium partying all night with new girls…"

"Lithium promised to wed last night's young women of the night…"

"Four girls stated that they are carrying Lithium's babies…"

"Lithium stalked once again by many broken-hearted girls…"

"Lithium's new single not hitting number one…"

"Lithium partied the night away…"

"I can't take this anymore!" Shouted a man with long blond hair held in a low pony-tail as his grey eyes scanned yet another magazine before tossing it on the pile building up on his desk.

"Honey; please calm down." a calm woman stated as she walked behind her husband. Soft blond and black hair swayed as her bright blue eyes gazed over the mountain of magazines while reaching to massage her distraught husband. "What will shouting accomplish Lucius, when they are just young boys; but I agree with you this is getting very tiresome."

"Narcissa; I do not want this publicity to continue. They are tarnishing this company and let's not forget that out son is tarnishing out name, my love." Lucius said as he relaxed into his wife's loving, soft hands as they worked the knots out of his shoulders.

Narcissa walked to the left side of her husband with her hands stills on his shoulders as she said, "I have an idea my love. Why not send them to Cedric." She exclaimed. "They should get away from New York. They can experience a new surrounding along with coming up with new songs, and if they don't comply then we give them an ultimatum." Her eyes gleamed and she gave her husband a small smirk.

Lucius grinned, "To Los Angeles? Hmm…that doesn't sound like a bad idea love. Plus Cedric will keep them in line. For I know he has things he will need their help on." He went to the intercom; "Crabb."

"Yes Mr. Malfoy?" a masculine voice from the intercom.

"Crabb; please call Goyle to bring my son and his friends to my office." Lucius said.

"Yes Sir." Crabb replied.

Lucius turned to his wife. "Are you sure this will work my love? You know how stubborn our son can be."

Narcissa smiled as she took a seat on her husband's desk. "It will work dear. Our son loves this band since the moment he and his dear friends began; so he will do practically anything to do what he loves best. And yes he is stubborn; just like his father." She giggled at the look her husband was giving her. "I'll handle the talking then you come in with the rest dear." she kissed his cheek.

In a modern; yet old-fashioned two-story home with large clear windows looking towards Central Park was a breath-taking sight. The only home that stood out among the other homes, with large oak trees on each side stood quietly…that is until…

...

RRRIINNGG!...CRASH!..."Die you evil spawn of Satan!" shouted a voice from one of the many large rooms in the house.

Three young men in their sleep-wear ran to the room on the far left corner and opened the door to peek inside. "What the hell is going on in here?" asked the dark-skinned young man from the right of the door frame as he looked at the panting wild red-head in nothing but boxers who stood on the bed with a pillow in his hands.

"Ron…that's the fifth clock you have murdered in three days." Stated the green-eyed young man with back rimmed glasses; that stood by the dark-skinned man.

"Hey Harry, it's not my fault that clocks don't like me. I never set them; yet they still ring!" The red-head named Ron said as he came off his bed heading out the door with his three friends following. "Damn clocks are fucken possessed by the Devil, I tell you." He fell on the soft black couch.

The dark-skinned man took at seat by Ron's feet. "Idiota." He said under his breath while taking a seat on the small sofa.

"I may not know Italian, but I understand that Blaise. Jerk." Ron said as he turned to give Blaise the bird.

While Harry and Blaise laughed at Ron the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." The platinum blond man in black sweats said as he walked to the intercom by the door and pressed the button. "Yeah?"

"Hey Draco; its Goyle. Open up man." The voice on the other side of the intercom said.

"Yeah, alright." Draco pressed the buzzer and went to open the door. A tall yet kind of hefty man in a suit walked in and greeted everyone who was in the living room.

"Morning guys; I just came by to tell you that the boss would like you guys to come now. He wants to talk to you about your next album and some other issues." Goyle said as all four men spoke back at the same time.

"What other issues?" Ron asked lifting his head off the armrest of the couch.

"I'm too tired to get up now. I think I still have a hangover from last night's party." Blaise whined while holding his head in his hands.

"Right now!? Without breakfast?!" Harry yelled.

"What about out next album?" Draco asked with his arms folded on his chest while leaning against the small sofa's armrest sending a glare to Goyle.

"Whoa…one at the time guys. But anyways I'm not sure what the boss wants to talk to you guys about I'm just relaying the message and driving the car." Goyle stated as he raised both hands up in defense. All four sighed and headed up to get ready for whatever their boss wants to talk to them about.

...

As all five settled in the car, Goyle took out a CD from the glove compartment and played it. A guitar tune started for a good fifteen seconds then the drums began their steady beat.

"Goyle what are we listening too?" Blaise asked from the back seat.

"It's a CD that came into the office about a week ago. Crabb made a copy and let me borrow it; said the music was good and I wanted to hear for myself. So far I like it." Goyle answered and on queue the female voice sang out softly.

Pack up
I'm straight
Enough
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say

Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like I love you...

"This is a chick band! Who knew Crabb was into chick bands." Ron laughed while his foot tapped to the drum beat.

Made off
Don't stray
My kind's your kind
I'll stay the same

Pack up
Don't stray
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say

Wait! They don't love you like I love you
Wait! They don't love you like I love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait!
They don't love you like I love you...
Wait! They don't love you like I love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait!
They don't love you like I love you...

Harry's head bobbed to the beat. "They do sounds pretty good. The singer has a nice voice and great tune. What do you think Draco?"

Draco tapped his hand out the car window listening to the singer's soft soothing voice. "Yeah, they sound pretty good. What's the band's name?" he turned to Goyle as the music picked up a slight heavy rock sound.

"Not sure…they don't have a name I guess." Goyle said. "Like I said it came it a week ago and all it had were the letters; H.G.C.L." Goyle just shrugged his shoulders and continued on to their destination.

Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like I love you...
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like I love you...

A/N: I everyone, this is my first story that I have every uploaded to this website. I have written all my life but this is my first time posting anything, so please be nice; don't send very mean comments. I mean I'm up for suggestions and if anyone wants to throw in some ideas go for it.

Also the characters are will be in and out of character every now and then. And it's an alternate universe. But as you all know this is purely fan made so do not be too critical.

There will be more chapters to come...Enjoy!