Diclaimer: I do not own any of the KH characters or any of these songs. All rights reserve to their respective owners. I'm just borrowing them fot this overly-fluffy story.

Chapter 1

Axel

I've never been the greatest singer, but ever since I got in orchestra class in the 6th grade, I've loved the viola. The first time I heard someone play it, it was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard.

That is, until now …

They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine

They say those teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did

They say those teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

Ohhh yeah!

They say those teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

All together now!

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

The voice was so beautiful! It put the sound of my favorite instrument to shame! The echo of footsteps crushed my very soul. I don't know why, but it crushed me. It crushed my heart …

I don't remember much of what happened next. I just remember running. Running home. When I got there, I opened up my viola case and played until my fingers bled. Some time after that, I fell asleep.

I woke up the next mornaing to the annoyance of my alarm, which I had forgotten to turn the the morning before. I slappend the snooze and ignored the sharp pain in my fingertips. I had dreamt of him … dreamt of what he would look like. I don't know why, but I couldn't get that voice out of my head. I had to hear it again. I will hear it again …

Author's Note: R&R everyone! Cookies for all! Thank you for reading! Chapter 2 should be up soon.

Editor's Note: Yes, I'm a different person from the author. This is an amazing story. I hope you all enjoy his work. Thank you for reading.