Sooo...first fanfic. Just to note, I won't be updating too often, I don't write much. Another note, the reason there's no character description is: 1. I''m terrible at it and 2. I plan to upload pics of the characters on deviantart.

So go ahead, read.

It was late afternoon in a the quiet suburbs. The roar of the traffic in the nearby city was no more than a dull rumble to the denizens of this humble neighborhood. However, to the members of one particular street, the noise of one teen was easily heard by everyone. This is where we begin our story...

("Teen's" POV)

"Crapcrapcrap I'm gonna be late!"

Let's see: Hat? Check. Collar? Check. Guitar? Got it!

I grabbed the case and practically flew down the stairs to the front door.

As I reached for the doorknob, I yelled out, "I'm goin' to practice mom!"

My mom poked her head around the doorway to the living room. "Okay Loc, but be careful. There's a nasty flu going around and I don't want you to get sick too."

Ah, right. The alleged 'Green Flu.' Feh! Probably just another media hype like all the others; all bark and no bite.

"All right mom, I'll keep a lookout." And with that, I was out the door.

*CRASH* "You're late, Loc!"

"Gyahh! Mina! I-I can explain!"

I jumped to the side to dodge another wrench, most likely aimed for my head.

"No excuses Loc! We need this practice!"

This time she threw a screwdriver, nearly taking my left eye out.

"She has a point, Loc. We only have one week to get ready for the concert. We can't afford to mess this up."

I glanced over at our drummer and overall leader, John, befor throwing my arms up in defeat.

"Alright, I get it! I'll be on time from now on."

Mina, our lead singer and owner of the garage we practice in, swung a crowbar in the air to threaten me. "You better!"

Before I could say anything else, Becky, our bass guitarist and whose dad works for the company hosting the concert, brought our attention back to tonight's practice.

So after five minutes of setting up the instruments and getting in our positions, we were ready for John to count us off.

"We are The Plague and we're here to infect with our music!" He paused for a moment before continuing. "One-two-three-four!"

But before any of us could start playing... the screaming started.

The Green Flu was no joke.

So, how was it? Good, Bad, Meh? This chap was just a prologue, next is flashback and information, but don't worry, things should pick up soon enough (maybe a few weeks...or months)