The lights were low on the stage, but the curtains weren't down. The crowd was loud and noisy but yet still had a hushed air about it, like the calm before a storm. The sense of anticipation was so thick you could practically taste it in the hot air.

Hundreds of bodies were pressed together in the crowded theater, all for the same reason.

There were figures moving across the stage and through the equipment, though it was too dark for the audience to see who it was. Every time someone stepped up to one of the microphones the audience seemed to catch its breath, only to release it in disappointment as each figure backed away and resumed his duties.

As the audience grew more and more impatient, a chant started up that quickly spread throughout the theater:

"Innocence! Innocence! Innocence!"

Minutes dragged by without any new movements on the stage, yet the chant continued to grow louder and louder as people continued to join in, clapping their hands and stomping their feet in time with the chant.

"Innocence! Innocence! Innocence!"

Suddenly, a spotlight flashed on and centered itself on the empty microphone to the left of the stage. The chant faltered and was quickly replaced by cheers and screams of joy as a young man walked calmly up to the illuminated mic.

By the looks of him, he was probably somewhere around 18, but his air of focused confidence as he strode across the stage made him seem infinitely older. The man strode across to a guitar stand and slung the strap to a black guitar over his shoulder. He pulled his long black hair tied up in a ponytail out of the strap and walked over to the mic.

"I LOVE YOU KANDA!" an excited squeal broke through the cheers and was echoed by many other cheers.

Kanda smirked and leaned down, gripping the microphone in front of him. He gazed over the mic, scanning the crowd, as he began to speak in a low voice.

Look alive, Sunshine
109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit
You're here with me: Dr. Death Defying
I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter
Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive
A system failure for the masses, anti-matter for the master plan
Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny

As he continued to speak over the growing cheers, spotlights flashed onto the two other microphones on the stage: one in the center and one on the right. Another spotlight flashed onto a platform where a set of drums and a large, African American man sat, twirling his drumsticks.

This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers
All you crash queens and motor babies

Now two other young men slowly made their way on stage. The shorter of the two made his way to the center microphone, pushing his white hair back over the scar on his left eye. The other man picked up a white and black bass guitar before heading over to the other mic, his red hair standing out against the black of his thick headband and eye patch. As Kanda continued to speak, he began to play on his guitar.

Listen up!
The future is bulletproof!
The aftermath is secondary!
It's time to do it now and do it loud!
Killjoys, make some noise!

Now the drums and bass joined in as the white-haired boy in the center began to sing.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don't need it
But I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it
Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill them all
And we crawl and we crawl and we crawl, you be my detonator

Love, gimme love, gimme love, I don't need it
But I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it
In a bag, in a box , put an X on the floor…

"Mister Bookman, sit up."

Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, shut up and sing it with me…

"LAVI BOOKMAN STOP DROOLING AND PAY ATTENTION!"

Lavi was jolted awake as he was struck by a flying textbook. Falling sideways out of his chair, he rubbed his head and meekly looked up at the towering figure above him.

"Hn? You want an autograph too?" he mumbled sleepily.

Lavi's teacher glared down at him through his one eye, the other half of his face covered by a white mask.

"I would appreciate it if you would at least TRY to remain awake for my class, instead of blatantly using your textbook as a pillow. Now get up, sit down, and give me back my book."

Lavi remained silent and did as he was told, knowing that any backtalk at this proximity would leave him with more than one textbook to the head. Lavi took his seat at his desk as Mr. Cross strode back to the front of the classroom, restarting his lecture. Out of the corner of his eye Lavi caught his friend Allen smirking at him and he resisted the urge to stick out his tongue at the white-haired student. Lavi ran his hand through his red hair as he pulled out his notebook and a pen.

I might as well do something useful while I'm here, he thought as he began to write down the lyrics to his newest song:

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na…

A/N: hey everyone! so this is my first fic, obviously, and i really hope you enjoy. im new to uploading stuff, so please bear with me :) hopefully ill be able to finish the next chapter soon, but no promises on when itll be done. thanks everyone! review please? the song is Na Na NA (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) by My Chemical Romance