Concert Time

Chapter 1: Warehouse 19

A/N: This is my first fanfic I've read tons of other people story and decided to write my own. So thanks for reading! R&R! –Narshak89

Marceline's POV

Lights dim. Stage is set. Fans cheer for the last act to start. I couldn't believe it two minutes till curtain call. I wasn't nervous on the outside in fact I enjoyed the sensation of people actually liking what I created. On the inside however, my brain rattled thinking of all things that could go wrong.

"Give it up for Marceline and The Scream Queens!'

The lights shined on my face, this was the only real light source I could survive without…well dying. Because well believe it or not vampires don't sparkle in the sun. Tonight we were playing one of my favorite songs "Kiss With A Fist"

You hit me once

I hit you back

You gave a kick

I gave a slap

You smashed a plate over my head

Then I set fire to our bed

You hit me once

I hit you back

You gave a kick

I gave a slap

You smashed a plate over my head

Then I set fire to our bed

My black eye casts no shadow

Your red eye sees nothing

Your slap don't stick

Your kicks don't hit

So we remain the same

Love sticks

Sweat drips

Break the lock if it don't fit

A kick to the teeth is good for some

A kiss with a fist is better then none

A kiss with a fist is better then none

I broke your jaw once before

I spilled your blood upon the floor

You broke my leg in return

So sit back and watch the bed burn

Love sticks

Sweat drips

Break the lock if it don't fit

A kick to the teeth is good for some

A kiss with a fist is better then none

A kiss with a fist is better then none

You hit me once

I hit you back

You gave a kick

I gave a slap

You smashed a plate over my head

Then I set fire to our bed

You hit me once

I hit you back

You gave a kick

I gave a slap

You smashed a plate over my head

Then I set fire to our bed

"Thanks for listening!" I howled into the microphone.

Screams of the crowd filled the warehouse, making me beam with happiness. Holding up the rock sign as I left the stage, the crowd got louder. This was a normal Friday night routine for me. Occasionally we had new comers most of the time just the regulars. Most people were too scared to come to a dark, usually abandoned warehouse. Then again these two weren't like most people, they looked for adventure and they were determined to get it. They were Finn the human and Jake the dog.