Disclaimer: The characters and world belong to the wonderful George R. R. Martin and the songs belong to the immortal geniuses that are the Arctic Monkeys and Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I own nothing I'm just a fan. I have this story stuck in my head and I can't do anything else until I get it out.

First song reference is Arctic Monkeys- Perhaps Vampires is a bit strong

I had links but it wont upload them if you would like to hear the songs they can be found on youtube

Second Song reference is Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Machine

Chapter one:

Arya

"just let us play one song" She growled out through clenched teeth.

'I'm getting too old for this' Yoren thought to himself as he ran his calloused hand through his greasy dark hair, messing up his half ponytail in the progress.

"Listen Arya, you're too young. I can't risk it if something happened to you and Lannister Insurance doesn't cover minors" Yoren said gruffly eyeing Bran, the thin pale teenager that was sitting in his wheelchair, warily.

"Yoren! we have insurance of our own and we won't be any trouble I promise, just let us play one song for the audition and if we don't make the cut then we'll go back The Vale without any fuss" she knew she sounded desperate but she couldn't deny that she was, they had made it this far with no intention of turning back.

Yoren sighed deeply and folded his hands on his desk leaning closer to the frantic fifteen year old girl in front of him. She looked just like her father, his old friend, but the girl version, he almost felt like he was trying to deny Eddard Stark.

"Look I know how hard it was for you three to lose your parents. I had much respect for your father as a composer and your mother played the most beautiful cello in all of Westeros, not to mention they were some of my oldest friends in this business but what are you planning to get from this? Even if you do pass the audition process and get chosen for the Nights Watch Tour, it's still going to be a very difficult competition" he said carefully with his eyebrows furrowing together.

"We're good enough to try, if my parents were still alive I doubt they would have a problem with this" Arya responded forcefully.

"You're not yet 16, Bran is 14 and little Rickon is barely 12, even if you are tall for you age no one would believe you guys are the minimum age of 16. I doubt your Aunt Lysa has written you a permission note either." He was trying to be gentle with them, it was best they didn't go hurting themselves more than life already had.

"Just let us play, we need to get out of there, we've already wasted 4 years in the Vale eating Aunt Lysa's all vegan, organic diet and dealing with my creepy step uncle who won't shut up about my dead mother! She home schools us, we can't ever go anywhere. We are wilting up at that house in the middle of fucking nowhere. Music is in our blood, we've nearly gone mad practicing and getting better and we can't hold back any longer. We need this! There's nothing for us back there" she exclaimed breathlessly after her long rant with a mad look in her grey eyes and her uneven choppy brown hair sticking out in all directions.

Yoren eyed each of them carefully, the youngest one stood patiently by his brother's wheel chair with his curly reddish brown hair messily hanging in front of his angry eyes, and they were all sickeningly pale and skinny. He hadn't given them much thought in the last four years and by the looks of them it didn't seem like anyone else had either. He had heard that Catelyn's sister was a natural health fanatic, but these kids looked like mere shadows of their former selves. He looked at Bran in the wheelchair again, remembering how fast this kid could climb a tree before a horrible car accident took away his parents and ability to walk.

He sighed deeply again and shook his head in defeat.' I'm going to regret this' he thought to himself and wondered how his afternoon resulted in him being hassled by his dead friends youngest kids the day before his biggest, most complicated event of the year began.

"Fine I'll let you sign up and audition on the condition that you don't tell anyone your age or names. That legal scandal your parents were involved in made headlines all over. We don't really need to start another one. Luckily they kept you three out of the spotlight so if you keep your mouths shut …then we should be fine. I'm not guaranteeing that you'll can get in there are a lot of people hoping to get one of the ten available spots. "He said scrunching up his bushy eyebrows at them.

The three of them smiled simultaneously and Arya jumped over the desk to give him a bear hug.

"Thank you thank you thank you" she chanted before they all scrambled out of his office to go get ready for their new opportunity.

"It starts at 12pm tomorrow don't be late!" He yelled and shook his head again thinking of his old friend.

"Well Ned, let's see if your talent was genetic" he muttered to himself before returning to the mountain of work he had to finish before tomorrow.

Bran

"I don't think I can eat it" Rickon said weakly, his voice slightly cracking as he stared at the heaping meat sandwich in front of him like it was a bleeding corpse.

Arya and Bran exchanged a look and he held his hand out in triumph with a smirk. Arya rolled her eyes and handed him some crumpled money.

"I told you Aunt Lysa's videos would fuck his head up the most" he said stashing the bill in his shoe before biting into his own sandwich, Arya did the same and they both groaned in delight as the sweet forbidden taste filled their mouths.

"It's so good Rickon you have to just taste it, just taste the sweetness of death it's almost magical" Arya said giggling a little and staring at her food in a slightly maniacal trans.

Rickon looked at his siblings like they were cannibals feasting on human flesh.

"But that piece of meat was a living… breathing animal, it roamed happily in a field somewhere before it was led to slaughter and chopped up , slathered in spices and piled onto a loaf of bread for us to devour! It's disgusting" he exclaimed passionately pushing the plate as far away from him as possible.

Their Aunt had a habit of showing them horrible animal slaughter videos on the internet to get them to not eat meat. Poor little Rickon had no chance, being only 7 when she had gotten custody of them. He even started having nightmares of a cannibal's islands and frozen zombies.

Bran watched Arya wordlessly picked up her knife and sliced Rickon's sandwich perfectly in half before putting a piece on his plate and taking the other for her.

"At least eat the chips, they never had a pulse" Bran said pushing the plate back toward his brother.

"Yeah you're gunna need your energy for tomorrow" Arya said through a full mouth.

Bran gave her a narrowed look of disgust. Sometimes she could eat like a wild animal, sometimes worse.

"Have you decided what song we're going to play? We really only get one shot at this, The Nights Watch Tour may be fairly recent being only 5 years old but they do have certain standards because of the cash prizes involved" Bran said making a point to properly swallowed his food, to which Arya opened her mouth full of mutilated food at him tauntingly.

"No, but I've narrowed it down to two" Arya said when she could formulate words again.

"We only have 12 songs thought up, and we have to make up a new song every time we play somewhere, are you sure we're ready for this?" Bran asked slightly worried. Yeah they had spent most of their time in the Vale practicing in the deep basement of their aunt's house, but they had never performed in front of people, what if they all choked. Arya got a determined look on her face and put her sandwich down.

"Don't worry, we're ready, we've been ready for years. We're completely unknown so every song we play is new. This is our best shot for now, the sad truth is that there's nowhere in the Vale for us to play, it's like a bloody fortress out there, we come from a family of wolves we're meant to roam free and howl" Arya said giving her brothers a reassuring smile which was met with flat stares. She rolled her eyes and focused on her food again, giving up her inspirational tirade.

"Rickon you have to eat" Bran said changing the subject and giving his little brother a commanding stare.

Rickon narrowed his eyes and cautiously lifted the golden fried potato stick up to his mouth and instantly his baby blue eyes lit up at the taste.

"This is amazing!" He said shoving five more into his mouth at once. He only received grunts in response.

"Does this have those poisonous preservatives aunt Lysa always talks about?" Rickon commented through a mouth full of fries. Bran nodded affirmatively.

"Mmmmm poison" Arya muttered between a few more animated bites.

Ten minutes later they pushed their empty plates away from them in triumph. Feeling more satisfied than they could ever remember. Arya let out a loud belch causing them all to break down into an immature fit of laughs.

"What if Aunt Lysa saw us now" Arya said through some giggles shaking her long choppy bangs out her eyes. The three of them snickered, it wasn't that they hated their Aunt she was just a little obsessively over protective and paranoid.

"Do you think they got back from Lannisport already?" Bran said sipping his drink loudly through a straw.

"Who cares " Arya grumbled as her stomach made a strange noise, the sudden introduction of meat after 4 years without it suddenly felt like a punch in the stomach, Bran knew because he could feel the same rumblings start in his own stomach.

"Uncle Petyr said they were coming home tomorrow" Rickon replied stealing the rest of Arya's soda.

"They'll notice the handi-van missing before they do us..." Arya said raising an eyebrow and pulling out the money to pay for their meal, but not before slamming her fist in her chest and burping loud enough to put a grown man to shame.

"They won't think to come here to Kings Crossing though, if anything they'll call Jon up north in Castle Black to keep an eye out for us. They might think we ran off to Uncle Benjen's at the Wall, or to Sansa in Kings Landing, they might even go so far as to notify the KGPD " Bran said taking out the bill he won earlier and leaving it under a cup for the waitress' tip.

"They won't tell the Kings Guard Police, we don't go to school so they can't arrest us for that. Aunt Lysa just has us copy and memorize medieval history and math text books and calls it homeschooling. At most she might make a phone call to a relative. That's why we have to rock those motherfuckers so hard they shit themselves tomorrow, then we can win, tour around for a while, get some cash and go to Braavos and live with Robb and play real music and live on our own terms" Arya said passionately standing up and raising her fist, causing the whole restaurant to look at them. Bran and Rickon slowly started moving away from their sister toward the door.

The three of them had made it outside the small diner quickly and found themselves staring at the street. Late spring wind coursing through their signature dark auburn brown hair as the lanky trio of teenagers pondered their next move.

"What do you think Robyn will say?" Bran said with a grin slowly spreading across his face.

"Moomm why didn't they take me to runaway I wanna runaway too make them come back! But if we run away you have to come too moooooom!" Arya yelled over dramatically mocking their sheltered and spoiled cousin. They crumbled into fits of laughter.

She then proceeded to mock him as they headed back to their van where they would be sleeping tonight, they were nearly crying through their laughter. If anything kept them sane after the death of their parents it was definitely Arya... Arya and music, but for them one didn't exist without the other.

Gendry

"There's a lot more people trying to get in this year" Gendry muttered to himself when he stepped into the large hall where everyone was congregating. He had his guitar strapped to his back and amps in each hand and long cords wrapped around his neck.

His band mates Lommy, Hot Pie and his little half-brother Edric followed him closely carrying as much equipment as they could handle.

Gendry nodded his head toward the crowded table at the opposite end of the room and Lommy nodded in silent agreement as he piled his things onto Hot Pie and sauntered off toward the table.

Gendry surveyed his competition carefully, seeing a few familiar faces and a lot that were unfamiliar. His eyes caught sight of a group of really young looking kids. Heads bent down to the floor, wearing all black, they looked unnaturally pale and gaunt but obviously related, one of them was sitting in a wheel chair.

They looked ready to puke all over their instruments. 'They don't stand a chance.' He thought to himself cockily.

"Hey Gendry can you stop looking for hot girls and help me with this shit" his large round friend growled as he tried to balance the expensive instruments in his arms delicately.

"We both know hot girls won't participate in a sausage fest like this" Gendry retorted.

"Or would they?" Edric said nodding his head toward the tall red head marching through the room wrapped in a thick fur coat and glaring at everyone with piercing blue eyes.

"wow one out of like a hundre…did she just bare her teeth and growl?" Gendry said as they watched the woman intimidate every male around her.

"oh nope there's another one, that makes it two" Edric said pointing out a short girl with short curly dark hair and brown eyes, she was standing next to a tall blond haired kid who's smile seemed to never falter and had yet to remove his dark sunglasses.

"Well that's more than last year, anyway let's give up the hunt and find a spot before hot pie passes out" Gendry said scouring the crowded room for an opening.

They unloaded in an empty space that Edric had spotted against a wall and Hot Pie slid into a sitting position; obviously already warn out while his brother tried to organize everything.

"I'm going to get the rest stay here and don't let anyone wander off with our stuff, you still owe me a new amp from last year when you abandoned your post for a bag of crisps" Gendry said to Hot Pie making his way to the crowded parking lot.

He found their car and started unloading more equipment when he heard a small shriek and some scuffling.

Gendry followed the noise to investigate, rounding the corner he found a very thin girl with short choppy dark brown hair wearing a zip up black hoodie, impossibly tight black jeans and she was holding a small pocket knife to the neck of a pale man with dark hair and ice cold blue eyes. The man was looking down at the girl hungrily with a twisted smile, licking his lips as he slowly reached down to grab her ass.

"Ramsey Bolton" Gendry growled out loudly before his hand to reach his destination. Gendry stepped forward menacingly as he recognized the sleazy lead singer of the band known as The Flayed, who carefully turned his head to look at him.

"Get out of here Waters, this is a private conversation" he said through a sneer. The girl stepped away from Ramsey and she held out a small pointed blade in each hand making him wonder where she was about to stick the other blade.

"You like picking up little girls now? Huh aren't you still on probation for beating your last girlfriend into a coma?" Gendry said stepping closer to him taking the charcoal gray electric guitar off of his back. Ramsey cowered in his shadow. Gendry held his guitar in one hand and swung it around almost like a hammer.

"My guitar loves to sing, I wonder how nice it would sound to smash it across your face. Taking down a woman beater would be a nice way to warm up don't you think" Gendry said in a menacingly low voice. Ramsey gulped as he glared at him and retreated back into the maze of vehicles, blowing a kiss to the girl before he disappeared.

"You all right?" He asked the girl who was slipping her foldable thin knives back into her jean pockets.

She was very slender but somehow she didn't seem fragile. Her dark brown hair lay unevenly around her long neck and intense stormy gray eyes stared at him from behind long straight bangs. He recognized her from the group with the cripple, not even realizing that they even had a girl member in the band.

She said something but he didn't catch it between his thoughts.

"What?"

"I said thanks but I could have taken care of that myself, I'm not a damsel in distress" she said boldly and a little louder than necessary.

"Yeah well you're a lady and you should stay away from that guy, he's known for being a misogynistic asshole" he said re-strapping his guitar back on his back.

"I'm not a lady" she mumbled under her breath.

She stared at him carefully, drinking in the image of his tall, muscularly lean form, short black hair that stuck out in all directions and impossibly dark blue eyes that glowed like sapphires. He could see her breath quicken nervously.

"What's a kid like you doing here anyway?" He asked with a chuckle noticing the way she was eyeing him like a piece of meat.

"I'm not a kid" she exclaimed furrowing her dark eyebrows together angrily.

"You don't look a day over 13" he said with a chuckle. It wasn't necessarily true but he couldn't stop himself from trying to annoy her. She gave him a little shove, but he barely budged but noted that she was stronger than she looked.

"I'm 18! I just look young because ... I'm vegan!" she said, he couldn't tell who she was trying to convince more, she or him, but he didn't question any further.

"I'm Gendry Waters; I'm the singer for The Bastards. We're a band from Flee bottom" he said holding out his hand.

"Cat" she said shaking his hand before stuffing her hands in her sweater pockets. He noted how soft her hands were ruling out that she played any instrument. He could tell it wasn't her real name either but brushed it off. Waters wasn't his legal name anyway. They stood in an awkward silence for a moment.

"Well you better get back in there, they're starting soon" Gendry said as he walked back to get the rest of his equipment. She nodded silently watching him disappear and went back towards the hall.

Arya

Almost tripping over her long legs Arya stumbled inside, looking for her brothers. She was nervous enough as it was without almost having to shank someone in the parking lot and meeting the sexiest man she had every laid eyes on.

Then her heart stopped at the sight of another man, a certain blond haired little man standing at the sound booth near the back of the hall, next to Yoren and some other rough looking guys.

Tyrion Lannister was a talent scout for Baratheon Records, one of the most successful music recording companies in Westeros. He was notorious for bringing in the unique and more interesting talents, not to mention his father owned Lannister Corp. and owned everything from shipping and import companies to owning a movie and television studio. There was hardly a movie released in Westeros that didn't have the signature Lannister lion roaring at the beginning.

He was also the little brother of the woman who sued her father for the rights to his own music and publically shamed him; therefore he was no friend of theirs.

"Seven fuckin hells" Arya growled out earning a few glances in her direction. She put her hood up and shook her bangs to cover half her face.

"We've got a problem" Arya announced when she found her brothers again.

"Yeah we do, you still haven't decided what song we're going to play, and they're starting in twenty minutes!" Bran retorted poking her leg with his drum stick.

"No, that's not it. The Imp is here" she said rubbing her wounded leg.

"Who's the imp?" Rickon asked curiously as he twisted the tuning knobs on his guitar.

"Tyrion Lannister, he's a talent scout for Bar. Rec. responsible for noticing a lot of bands that get picked each year and signing them, he's also the bitch queens little brother, if he recognizes us it might fuck up our chances of getting picked, his family is a large producer of this tour, they basically pay for all of it. They practically shit gold coins." Arya said in a hushed tone.

"Why would he recognize us?" Rickon asked looking confused.

"He used to know mom and dad and well he did come to see me at the hospital after the accident, that's what Aunt Lysa said but I don't remember ,it was before I woke up" Bran said looking down at his legs remembering when he was in a coma after the accident.

"Right, so he just can't see you then. He hasn't seen me since I looked like a little boy and Rickon doesn't look anything like he used to. Just keep your heads down let your hair cover your face, I won't stay in one spot long enough for him to spot me" Arya said in a hushed whisper.

"That's no problem what is a problem is your inability to pick a fuckin song" Bran growled out as he held a small paper with their known songs scribbled on it. Arya snatched the paper out of his hands and pointed to the third one down.

"This one" she said as Bran visibly relaxed and took the list back before she could change her mind.

"So when are we going on" Arya asked as she secured the long shoelaces on her dirty high top converse into intricate knots.

"Well they're going through alphabetically, based on band names so I think it's safe to say we're going to be last" Bran replied sarcastically. Arya rolled her eyes and turned toward the crowd that was now forming closer to the stage.

The lights had all gone out except for one spot light lighting up the platform that held microphone stands and various instrument plug-ins and amps.

The first band on stage played well enough, the second was even better but Arya was too busy trying to suppress the fear that was growing in the pit of her stomach.

She closed her eyes and felt the pieces of her reality crumbling around her. She was back at her old home in Winterfell, standing under a massive white tree with blood red leaves next to her father. He looked so much younger than he had when she saw him last.

"What's it like to play with music on the big box daddy," she remembered herself asking, her father's work still didn't make much sense to her, but it seemed like lots of fun with so many people screaming and dancing. It wasn't until she was much older that she fully understood the impact of her father's music on people and the massive following he had.

"Well it's really very frightening at first, you feel everyone eyes on you and you don't want to mess up, but I like to just pretend I'm at home in the studio playing for you kids or your mom and then it's not so scary anymore" he replied with a smile before attacking her with tickles.

Arya swallowed the lump in her throat and opened her eyes when she noticed the band had stopped playing. They had done all right, the crowd around gave some applause as they walked off the stage.

Fifteen minutes of breaking down and setting up later the next band was on and Arya was mildly surprised to see the man who helped her earlier take center stage. He was now wearing a black t shirt that said Bastard in all capital letters. There was really fat guy behind the drums, a skinny blond guitarist and a frail looking black haired bassist.

"We're the bastards" Gendry said into the microphone in a low smooth voice, his searing blue eyes glowing in the spot lights as he started plucking a tune on his guitar. The muscles in his arms slightly dancing to the tune and Arya couldn't help but move her head to the sound. The sound of his guitar shook her to the core and surged throughout her entire being.

'I've been stuck in The Vale for too long, I'm becoming boy crazy and stupid like Sansa' she thought, reminding herself of her sister who was in the big city of Kings Landing gaining fame and stardom through a contract she signed with Baratheon Records before their parents died.

The rest of the band joined in and when he opened his mouth to sing Arya felt something stir deep inside her chest. She couldn't help but start to move her shoulders to the music.

"I've seen your eyes as they fix on me, what is he doing?What on earths the plan? Has he got one?
You better give me some pointers,since you are the big rocket launcher…And I'm just the shotgun" he sang as though he were addressing the audience, glancing up from his guitar for only a moment before continuing.

"Well, I aint got no dollar signs in my eyes, That might be a surprise but it's true, said I'm not like you
And I don't want your advice or your praise…Or to move in the ways you do and I never will" his strong arms worked the instrument in his hand so well it seemed like they were fused together. The tempo slowed to a halt and he looked straight into the crowd of people.

"Cause all you people are vampires" he sang out into the silence before they played their instruments simultaneously for a moment.

"And all your stories are stale" they played again and stopped.

"And though you pretend to stand by us" he tweaked his guitar ever so slightly but held the attention of the audience so well.

"I know you're certain we'll fail" he sang slowly with a hint of hatred before the entire band exploded in unison playing fast and hard and causing an angry mosh pit in the center of the crowd.

"Well I've seen you're eyes as they fix on me full of confusion, Your snarl is just so condescending
Try to explain that we're on to a winIf the fee we get in near recoups what we're spending. He said I cant believe that you drove all that way, well how much did they pay ya? How much did they pay ya? You would have been better to stay round our way, thinking about things … but not actually doing a thing"

Arya could do nothing but stare at the black haired man in wonderment, he seemed so familiar but she couldn't pinpoint how she could possibly know him. He seemed so uncomfortably familiar she had to fight the extreme urge to run and jump into his strong arms.

And then she saw it, the tattoo of a bulls head in the inside of his right forearm.

She had only seen that image once before, when she went to Kings Landing on a vacation with her father and sister, years ago when she was a tomboyish girl who wore oversized band shirts and shaved her head because her brother's friend Theon dared her to.

He worked in a small convenience shop that she had wandered into one day, the shop was owned by a greedy old man who was never there, so the upkeep and responsibilities landed on a lean 15 year old blue eyed boy, he called himself Gen, he was such a hard worker that Arya often compared him to a well-oiled machine. He even had the hobby of repairing broken guitars he would come across, going so far as to rebuild them and replace the wood or metal work.

He stopped singing and the entire band played together showing off their skills but Arya couldn't bring herself out of her thoughts.

During her two week vacation there she managed to visit the shop almost every day. She would bury her nose in the comic books about super Heroes and read books about dragons and magic, he was nice enough to recommend things to her that boys her age would enjoy, so she read them to keep up appearances and avoid the awkward explanation of why she looked and dressed like a little boy. She enjoyed it though, often finding herself staying until he closed up and skated off on his white skateboard that had an intricate drawing of bulls head on the bottom of it. She had asked him about it once he said he drew it himself. He even wore a light gray baseball cap that he had drawn it onto as well.

And now she saw the exact same drawing etched into his skin.

Suddenly the music stopped and the applause started. Arya watched them stepping off the stage and let the stage hands break down their equipment and set up for the next band.

'How could I not have recognized him...? 'She thought to herself. She wasn't surprised that he didn't recognize her. She might not be much to look at but there was no denying that she was a girl now. She fiddled with mother's dark red lipstick tube that she had gone to find earlier before that creep tried to molest her in the parking lot.

'I doubt he even knew I was girl back then, and after the accident I never really thought about him again' Her thoughts were interrupted by Rickon tugging on her sleeve.

"I have to pee" he muttered

" it's by the entrance do you need me to go with you?" She asked protectively he rolled his light blue eyes and shook his head making his curly dark hair dance around his face.

"Stay here with Bran I'll be back in a couple minutes" and with that he disappeared into the crowd behind them. Arya leaned on the arm of Bran's wheelchair with a million thoughts surging through her head.

Five minutes later Rickon popped up again carrying three small silver and red cans that said Dragons Blood.

"What the fuck is that" Arya asked snatching one out of his hand to inspect it.

"It's some sort of energy drink, that's what my friend that gave it to me said, they had a bunch of them so I just grabbed one for all of us" he said excitedly. Arya cracked it open to sniff it, it had a strange smell that she didn't recognize but it wasn't alcohol like she first thought.

"What friend? You were gone for five minutes how could you make a friend?" Bran asked incredulously.

"He was some guy standing outside the bathroom, said his name was Hodor, he was nice" Rickon said innocently.

"You don't just go and drink something that some random guy gave you in the bathroom!" Bran exclaimed. A loud burp silenced him. Both boys turned to their sister.

"Woah" Arya said with wide eyes staring at the empty can. She felt a strange rush, almost like her blood was quickening.

"What the hell is wrong with you? That could have been poisonous!" Bran growled out furrowing his dark eyebrows. Rickon copied his sister and downed the drink in one gulp.

"It's not that bad" Arya said with a shrug.

Bran sighed and waited to see if his siblings would drop to the floor and start convulsing. When they didn't he cracked his drink open and followed suit.

"Ugh this tastes like bull piss and food coloring" Bran said wiping his tongue on his t shirt.

The next fifteen bands performed in what seemed like a minute, and by the time some random guys came to gather their instruments they were all jittery and twitchy, bursting with artificial energy. Bran couldn't sit still in his chair and constantly hit the air with his drumsticks, Rickon was squirming trying to stop himself from running around and Arya danced to every song wildly and wouldn't stop muttering to herself. At some point she busted out her lipstick and messily put it on.

Her nerves were shot to hell now and she had the sudden urge to rush through the crowd outside and run far… far away, but her body remained firmly in its place. Her father wouldn't appreciate that kind of weakness and neither could she.

"Should I take off my sweater or leave it on?" Arya muttered quickly suddenly self-conscious about her attire when she saw the stage hands setting up Bran's drum set and Rickon's guitar. Her brothers just stared blankly at her, never before hearing their sister express any concern about her appearance.

"Ugh I guess I'll leave it on, right?" She decided uncertainly. They made their way onstage, luckily Yoren made sure that the stage was wheel chair accessible.

Arya felt as if the floor was going to disappear beneath her feet as she walked up to the microphone stand and grabbed the microphone that she wrapped in colorful electric tape. When they were all situated in their places, she looked out into the crowd of faces that were looking at them with doubt written in their eyes. She saw the Imp staring at her curiously and Yoren looking concerned.

"We are Winter Hell" she said meekly almost not recognizing her own voice. She closed her eyes and swallowed her fear as turned away from the audience, giving them a view of her back as she took a strong stance.

She looked at Bran who gave her a nod of encouragement and she closed her eyes and imagined them standing in the basement of their Aunt's house in the middle of nowhere.

"Wasteful season, take my hand..." She sang slowly, her voice was shaking and she briefly regretted the energy drink she gulped down. Bran slowly started to rub the end of his drum stick along the symbol producing an eerie high pitched sound to accompany her voice.

"Take the place of the snakes who ran..." She sang into the silence, Suddenly Bran and Rickon played loudly shattering through the hall with such a force that the audience shifted in surprise. Encouraged by the amazing sound quality of their music Arya released her energy with a loud "hey" and turned around to face the crowd dancing to the sound they created.

"Savage things wash over me" she sang boldly as she unzipped her sweater, if she wanted to be seen as an adult she was going to have to be confident like one.

" a crime that leaves a heated greed, oh machine" she sang as she abandoned her sweater leaving her in a slashed and torn up band shirt that was crudely sown on the sides to fit her form snugly, the cut up sleeves hung of her thin shoulders and the shirt cut off above her naval, revealing much more skin than she usually did.

"Machine I washed it for you... Machine, machine I wasted for you" she sang with a smile. The crowd was visibly moving now, dancing along as the played and she never felt more alive. Her childhood dance lessons subconsciously mapping out her steps.

Bran and Rickon slowed their tempo down and she took a stance with her head bent down letting her bangs cover her eyes and nose.

"And I walk, oh I walk the space left for two, and I wait, oh I wait to wake next you" she sang in a low almost growling voice as she danced slowly contorting her body like a zombie for a moment before dancing across the room and repeating the chorus with a loud forceful voice. She glanced out at the stage making sure her choppy hair covered her face. She could see the crowd moving and dancing, she even caught sight of the imp looking at them with amusement. Before he could recognize her she made sure to keep her face covered and her voice steady.

Bran and Rickon started playing heavily again filling the hall with their energetic vibrations, Rickon had his head bent, letting his mop of curls cover his face as he took the lead breaking down the music and ripping his guitar to shreds. Brans arms were moving wildly, making up for the absence of his legs and his beat was perfect.

Arya was dancing freely around the stage as though they were practicing alone at home her body was going through the motions of a dance that she had known her entire life. The energy drink was definitely kicking in and she no longer cared what people thought of her, this might be the only chance she can get to have fun like this. She danced around the stage occasionally singing randomly into the microphone as her brothers showcased their own skills.

"Oh machine" she sang out loudly as though she were calling out for something when her brothers slowed their tempo again. And she sank to her knees, suddenly losing the burst of energy she felt minutes ago.

"Machine" she sang out slowly and let her voice ring out, she stood back up looking out into the crowd as her brothers played slowly along with her.

"I washed. It. For. Youuuuuu" her eyes found the familiar electric blue eyes that had haunted her dreams for years as she sang out the last word letting her arms extending the microphone away from her slowly to let the sound of her voice fade out.

With that she dropped the microphone loudly and wordlessly walked off the stage as the sounds of cheers and applause followed her.

She felt a rush she had never experienced in her fifteen years of life and she knew she was addicted the moment she felt it and she burst out laughing uncontrollably.

Gendry

He didn't know what to think of the performance he just witnessed. The band he brushed off so easily at first just shocked the entire room. And the girl… the girl he 'saved' earlier was the most shocking of all.

Her voice wasn't classically tuned like most female singers. She had a raw sound about her that matched the guitar and drums that accompanied her. The way she danced and moved around was wild and crude but she managed to move in such a graceful way that she flowed like water across the stage and he had never seen anyone perform that way. She almost held her microphone out like a sword and her precise graceful movements almost looked lethal.

When she practically almost stripped on stage to reveal her wearing a thin torn and stitched up band shirt, he almost wanted to smash in the heads of the men cheering around him. He didn't like them leering at her and he didn't even know why he felt so protective over this skinny little girl. She was pretty but something was different about her, he felt as if he had met her before a hundred times. Like she had always been a part of his life but he had just barely seen her for the first time.

When she slowly drawled out her last line while looking at him directly in his eyes he felt as if the entire room had cleared out and she was singing directly to him.

She looked so enticing with her lipstick smeared across her face that was shiny with sweat. She seemed so invigorated after her performance her pale skin glowed with excitement as she wolfishly smiled to her brothers when they exited the stage.

She had definitely captured his attention now.

AN: there's the first chapter thank you for reading

Ps I had some major drama trying to upload this story so I apologize for any spacing or grammatical errors I'll try to fix them asap.