"Matt, we have more practising to do you can't just sit around and jack off," Mello and Matt were two ordinary boys who were practising for Britain's Got Talent. The show was just a week away and Mello wasn't so sure that they had what it took to win the million dollars. Matt on the hand was absolutely positive they were going to win and just wanted to sit down for a while.

"I'm not jacking off Mells, I just want to rest we've been dancing for the past eight hours," Matt wiped a pool of sweat from his forehead, "and my legs hurt!"

Deciding not to argue Mello plopped down beside his best friend and sighed, "Fine, but only for a maximum of ten minutes."

Now, most people would have begged Mello for an hour, but Matt new better. He knew that if you asked Mello for an hour break he would lower your time to five minutes instead. So Matt smiled happily then passed out on the floor of the dance studio.

Mello pulled himself up from the floor and walked to a table in the corner grabbing his water bottle and taking a sip of it, 'seven days' he thought to himself, 'seven days until I can prove to those judges that I deserve to win.'

"Near!"

Near River was one of those not so ordinary boys, he was blessed with a singing talent since he was three and his parents have forced him to stick with it till this day. Near's parents finally think he's also ready to audition for Britain's Got Talent but Near still isn't so sure. Actually, Near didn't even want to audition in the first place but like they would listen.

"Why are you not practising," Near's mother was yelling at him from down the stairs, "don't you want to make your father and I proud?"

Near sighed, "Yes mother."

The white-haired boy walked over to his piano and lifted the fall that was covering the keys. Near really didn't want to disappoint his parents, on the contrary he wanted to make them happy. So, if singing was the only way to make them smile, then singing he would.

Near let his fingers fall to the keys softly pressing into them with so little pressure you would think they wouldn't make a sound. But with Near the more lightly he pressed the keys the more emotion he could put into the song and to him the emotion was what made him good. The music flooded throughout Near's room as he sang;

"As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head, breaks the analogue
And says

Follow me down to thevalleybelow You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul

I survived against the will of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world the silence broke
And said

Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul

My David don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you

(Ghosts of the twenties rising Golden summers just holding you)

Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
Come to us, Lazarus
It's time for you to go."

Near was also aware that no matter how good he would play or how well he sang he would never receive a hug from his parents telling him good job and to keep up the good work. He was allowed to dream, but to a sixteen your old boy with cold hearted parents he was always taught that dreams were fairy tales that never came true.

AN:/ That was just the introduction of the story, I promise to you I'm going to try and make the regular chapters at least 2 to 3 thousand words long. :3 Key word: Try. Next chapter should be up… well whenever I plan it. I don't exactly know when I'll finish…but I will. And as a side note, Reviews are very much appreciated thank you! :D