Claire was only eight years old when she and her little brother lost their parents. All they had left in the world was their grandmother, Sarah, and their dreams. They loved everything about their grandmother, especially her stories about the Labyrinth. Usually, after every story, Claire would fall asleep and dream of the Labyrinth. She would have her own adventures with Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus.

When she turned thirteen, Claire's dreams became a bit more mature. Not by much, but she'd ask her friends if they had ever fallen in love before. Hoggle was the first to admit that, for a little while, he was in love with Sarah. Ludo had never been in love before, but he'd show her that he loved calling on his rocks. Claire would always smile at that and play with his rocks with him. Sir Didymus claimed that his one and only love was the thrill of fighting. Of course, he offered to teach Claire how to fence with a saber. And she graciously accepted.

There was one person in the Labyrinth that watched Claire grow from a little girl to a young woman right before his eyes. Jareth. He watched over Claire with great fascination. This girl was definitely Sarah's granddaughter, she looked almost like her, aside from her curly red hair, bright green eyes, freckles, and beautiful smile she always wore. And Claire never claimed that things weren't fair. She learned early that life's not fair. She played by whatever rules were given to her. And she was never afraid to express what she was feeling.

Claire did know about Jareth. The first time she ever saw him was before her parents died. It was in one of her dreams. She was sitting under a tree in the middle of a forest with a basket of peaches next to her, enjoying everything she saw when Jareth appeared out of nowhere and sat next to her. Claire only smiled and handed him a peach. Jareth kindly accepted and took a bite out of it. Ever since that night, Jareth would come to see Claire in her dreams. It was her willingness to accept him that made him come back every chance he could.

Of course, in her stories, Sarah made Jareth sound like a horrible monster that cared for no one but himself. But Claire was never quick to judge. She always looked at the little statue of him that used to be Sarah's and think, 'How can someone like him be cruel?'. The strangest thing was happening to her. Claire was falling in love with Jareth, the Goblin King. She was only nineteen when she realised this. And she was stupid enough to tell Sarah.

"No! You can't be falling in love with him, Claire! He's a cruel, heartless, monstrous goblin who cares for no one but himself!" Sarah yelled at Claire.

"What's the big deal? It's only a story." Claire said.

Sara then realised that Claire didn't know that Jareth was real. "Oh. You're right. Sorry for yelling at you, Claire. Old habbit."

"Maybe being fifty-eight finally caught up with you. You act just like Roni's grandmother. Yelling over the smallest things." Claire joked. With that, Claire left the house for band practice. Herself, along with her best friends, Veronica, whom she calls Roni, Alice, and Tracey formed a rock band they called Labyrinth Guardians. Jareth came up with the name in one of Claire's dreams. She told the others about it and they liked it.

She rode her skate board for about fifteen minutes to get to Roni's house. Once there, she went to garage to find her closest friends tuning their instruments. "Alright, let's get ready. What do ya wanna practice today?" Claire asked her friends.

"I vote 'We're Not Gonna Take It'. The Veronicas version. We need to practice the speed on that one." Alice, the bassist, said. Alice had the prettiest brown eyes. Her pale complection was brightened by her jet black hair.

"I second that notion." Tracey, the drummer, chimmed in. Tracey was African-American and dark brown curly weave. And she had dark brown eyes.

"That's cool with me." Roni, the lead guitarist, added. Roni was blond with pink streaks in her hair, and had dark bluse eyes, almost like the midnight sky.

"Great. We practice 'We're Not Gonna Take It' The Veronicas style. Then we go with Sum 41's 'Fat Lip'. Okay?" Claire stated. The other band members nodded toward their lead singer.

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

We've got the right to choose it
There ain't no way we'll lose it
This is our life, this is our song
We'll fight the powers that be just
Don't pick our destiney 'cause
You don't know us, you don't belong

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it antmore

Oh, you're so condescending
Your goal is never ending
We don't want nothin', not a thing from you
Your life is tride and jaded
Boring and confiscated
If that's your best, your best won't do

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh,
We're right, (yeah)
We're free, (yeah)
We'll fight, (yeah)
You'll see, (yeah)

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymooooooooooooore

(Music Break)

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymooooooooooooore

We're not gonna take it (Not gonna take it)
No, we ain't gonna take it (Not gonna take it)
We're not gonna take it anymooooooooooooore

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymooooooooooooore

"Great job, you guys. Alice, perfect job keeping the pace. Great in the beginning, Tracey, your drum start was right on it. And awesome solo, Roni." Claire said to each of her friends. She wasn't a diva, she always gave most of the credit to her friends. "Ready for 'Fat Lip'?" They nooded at her question. "Great. Let's get started.

Claire: Stormin' through the party like my name was El Nino
Roni: When I'm hangin' out drinkin' in the back of an El Camino
Claire: As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name
Roni: I trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came

Claire: I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in highschool
Never goin', never showin' up when we had to
Attention that we crave, don't tell us to behave
I'm sick of always hearin' 'act your age'

Claire: I don't wanna waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down

Claire: Be-cause-you-don't know us at all we laugh when old people fall
Roni: But what would you expect with a conscience so small?
Claire: Heavy metal and mullets, it's how we were raised
Roni: Maiden and Priest were the gods that we praised

Claire: 'Cause we like havin' fun at other people's expenses
And cuttin' people down is just a minnor offense then
It's none of your concer, I guess I'll never learn
I'm sick of bein' told to wait my turn

Claire: I don't wanna waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down

Claire: Don't count on me to let you know when
Don't count on me, I'll do it again
Don't count on me, it's the point you're missin'
Don't count on me cause I'm not listen'

Roni: Well I'm a no goodnick lower middle class brat
Back packed and I don't give a shit about nothin'
Claire: You be standin' on the corner talkin' all that kufuffin
But you don't make sense from all the gas you been huffin'

Roni: Then if the ink don't stain you'll be ringin' off the hook
You're on the hitlist wanted in the telephon book
Claire: I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion
The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion

Claire: I don't wanna waste my time
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down

Claire: Waste my time with them
Roni: Casualty of society
Claire: Waste my time again
Roni: Victim of your comformity
Claire: And back down