A/N: I don't own 'Classico.' Enjoy.

A young woman with dark raven hair with glasses, and light skin with a symbol cane beside her writing something down in her notebook on the metro. She was on it going to Calvert County so she can sight see. Along with getting away from her family because they don't want her to be a musican or a drummer. But someone that handles medicine.

She couldn't stand her family trying to take over her life, so she decided to run away.

As she continued to write, the bus stopped in Calvert County and got off at the CSM college

"So, this is CSM? It's so...big," The woman said, "Now, all I have to do is find a certain person who'll-" Then she hears someone playing the guitar while waiting for someone to pick them up.

She followed the person who was playing guitar until she saw a girl who looked like she was in her teens with light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and dark chestnut hair that's shoulder length. She wore a black shirt with black shorts and sneakers palying the guitar which souded familiar to the other woman.

When she was done, the dark haired female with glasses clapped making the teenager look up at her.

"Oh, uh, hi. I didn't see you," She said.

"Sorry. I just heard someone playing that song and it sounded familiar to me," The woman with glasses said.

"What? You mean 'Classico'?"

"Yeah! I know that song!"

"Me, too! But do you know the words to it?"

"Maybe."

"Well, let's see," The girl said and played the chords as the other woman sang the whole song.

'Can't you see he's the man?

Let me hear you applaued.

He is more than a man.

He's a shinning golden god.

If you think it's time to fucking rock, and fucking roll out of control.

Then you know you've got to ride the block, and fucking sock my fucking cock.

'Cause when you rule, you fucking school all of the fools out of their jewels.

'Cause if you think it's time to, if you think it't time to, if you think it's time to fucking rooooock

He is going to kick your fucking ass.

And you know his name is Klye Glass.

Rocking and fucking rolling, and fucking rocking and fucking rolling.

And fucking (The rest of what JB is jebberish. And yes, I'm too lazy to write anything for it.)'

After palying they were done playing, and singing the song, they both looked at each other in surprise. The chestnut teen and the raven-haired female looked at each other as the teen sat up and looked into the other female's blue eyes.

"You know. You have a nice voice," She said.

"Yeah. You, too. I was thinking of people that are friends of mine and join a rock band. Would you like to be in it?" The teen asked.

"Sure! I can play drums. Would that be alright with you?"

"Cool! We definatley need a drummer. You can also paly back up singer."

"Are their any other people in the band?"

"Uhhh, no. Just me playing the guitar and singing."

"So, I can joing the band?"

The chestnut girl shrugged. "Sure. But first, I need to know something."

"What is it?" The woman with glasses wondered.

"...What's your name?"

"Oh. I forgot. My name is Carley. Carley Palmer."

"I like that name. Mine is Leah. Leah Roberts."