A/N: How are all of you doing out there? It's so weird, I have been sick for such a long time, and I just went to the doctor last week to get it checked out. Well, the doctors think I have a disease… But they were proved wrong because my blood tests didn't show anything for diseases, so I'm clean. This is going to be a LONG author's note, so be ready.
Okay, for non-Linkin Park fans, here is a list of the band members, what part in the band they have, and a VERY SHORT take on their personality. Okay, here we go:
Chester Bennington- Vocals- A hyperactive, funny, and addictive guy. Has a horrifying past behind him. And, he gets bored very easily.
Robert Bourdon- Drums- A quiet, smart guy with his own sense of humor.
Brad Delson- Lead Guitar- Overly intelligent man with a very strange sense of humor.
Joseph Hahn- DJ, Director- A hyperactive man that acts like he is a 12 year old trapped in an adult's body.
Dave "Phoenix" Farrell- Bassist- The quiet, most understanding and wise member of the band.
Michael Shinoda- Vocals, Sampling, Production, Guitar, etc.- The all around person who is everyone's friend. Wise, smart, funny, sophisticated but immature at the same time. But, never get Mike angry, because he can get very violent…
WELL, okay, now that the mini bios are over… Time for the story! Enjoy!
Chester POV
Recording is BORING.
Especially when it is vocal day, and Mike is using it for his parts. So, I am stuck strumming my guitar in the studio waiting for Mike to be done so I can begin to record.
I sigh and begin to strum a slower tune of our song 'Pushing Me Away'. That song usually keeps me busy.
I grunt when the song doesn't help anything. I put the guitar down and cross my arms with a pout spread on my lips.
Finally sick and tired of being in a studio for eight hours doing NOTHING, I slowly stand up and tip toe towards the door. Everyone is SO engrossed into Mike's vocals, they shouldn't even know I'm gone.
I shiver as the night breeze hits my body. I really should have remembered to bring my jacket. It's freezing out here! I hug myself and I can hear my teeth clatter.
I look around, and find myself in Central Park. A small smile spreads on my lips. This is my favorite place to go when we are in New York. I sat myself down on a bench and tried my best at hiding my face. I didn't want to get caught by fans. That would be VERY bad.
I sat on the bench for about two hours, just thinking about certain things that happened here in my past. Like, for one thing, I used to work for this one dude, um… What was his name again? It was… Something Saki. But then I got tired of working for him. Then he sent his other stupid ninjas after me. That's when I escaped to Phoenix, Arizona. When I got there, I started over. I made a band called Gray Daze, and we were actually getting somewhere. Then I got a call from some official saying that some band called Hybrid Theory in Los Angeles needed a vocalist. I sent a tape of me singing, and I got accepted. I changed their name to Linkin Park. That's how it all started for me.
Now, I could swear I am turning into a Chazsicle. I decide it is time to get back to the hotel, so I get up and stretch.
But once I pull my arms back for a nice stretch, I feel that something is not right. I look around and see nothing, so I continue to stretch. I close my eyes and yawn. But when I open my eyes, I see about fifty pairs of eyes staring back. I look around and see Foot Ninjas. Great. I have to deal with these guys again.
I smirk and step back into a fighting stance.
Then they pounce.
All of them… At the same time.
I use a battle cry, and then begin to block their hits and land many of my own. I take out about half of them, using the moves I learned when I worked with Saki, then I begin to get tired. I feel a sword get lodged into my right bicep. Good, not my dominant hand. I was about to just ignore my pain and launch myself at them again, when suddenly two of them grabbed me from each side. I grunt, trying to get them to let go. I yell, and struggle harder. They don't even budge. I look up and see another sword. But this time, the long strip of metal was going for my heart. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to get it over with, when I hear a yell.
"Don't mess with innocent people Foot Ninja!"
What? Someone came to help me? I thought people would be running around with cameras trying to get a shot of my death so they could put it in the tabloids.
Knowing who ever came distracted them; I split kicked the two ninjas holding me. They were knocked out, and I stood panting. Then I collapsed to my knees, clutching the wound on my arm. At least these 'mystery' people are beating the rest of the Foot while I take a break. I squeeze my eyes shut again, as waves of excruciating pain go through my entire body, mostly in my arm.
Then there was silence around the area.
The ninja must have been defeated. I hear footsteps come towards me. I feel that it is safe to open my eyes.
But I am in pure shock when I do.
Standing in front of me, are four mutant turtles.
A/N: How do you like? Is it good? If it is or isn't tell me why in a REVIEW! Umm... I'll get more onto this when I have time. Oh, and just letting you know, here are friendship and LOVE pairings:
Friendship:
Leo/Mike Shinoda (SUPER CLOSE FRIENDSHIP!)
Don/Brad, Don/Mike Shinoda
Raph/Mike Shinoda
Mikey/Joe, Mikey/Chester, Mikey/Mike Shinoda
Splinter/Dave, Splinter/Rob
Casey/Mike Shinoda
April/Everybody
Love:
Casey/April
April/Chester