A/n: This is the first thing I written in months; I guess I lost the will to write, but that's beside the point. Pardon my mistakes and forgetting things like that (I've no beta at the moment, and the only one I have is on LJ and she's away.) This is also my first AU that's a multi-chaptered fic. So cut me some slack? :D

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns 'em; I just mess with the boys a little. The lyrics used belong to The Violent Femmes, Alkaline Trio, and Taking Back Sunday. Title belongs to Taking Back Sunday as well.

"words"- Lyrics

'thoughts' –thoughts

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"…Every minute is a minute away…"

All eyes are watching me, lips moving with mine; this is every musicians dream, and yet I feel strangely hollow. Why am I so empty?

"…face it, this is what were up, up against…"

I glance behind me; Ron smiled over from his microphone, his fingers dancing along the strings of his bass. Fred's eyes were closed; his heart completely into playing his guitar; it was like he was meant to be up on stage. George's arms were pulsating, his hands gripping to his drumsticks like a lifeline, like this was all he had left.

I sing for them, to make them happy. To make their dreams come true.

"…you're waiting, and every minute is a minute away…"

Fred's guitar comes to a resonating stop, its sound bouncing off the walls only to be covered with the screams and wails of our eager fans. They want another song, and all I want is to get off the stage.

Before I can say no, Ron starts his baseline and I'm forced to step up to the microphone. I wait for the trademark scales of Fred's guitar before I open my mouth.

"…These days go by like trucks and trains, some hit so hard you barely feel a thing…"

I flicker my eyes across the audience and hope to meet eyes with someone. Then I spot him; he's alone, standing still amidst the moving bodies around him, soaking in the guitars and the lyrics that we as musicians manage to spout out.

His blond hair made him stand out; I couldn't have missed him even if I wanted too. But what drew me in were those dark grey eyes against his pale skin. I try to catch his gaze, but he manages to elude my searching eyes.

"…lights out right now, back then and forever more, lights out right now this robots marching to the nearest liquor store…"

I stubbornly keep trying to catch his gaze; what could he be looking at? Or who for that matter?

"…there's something green that's leaving town, always thought it was blue, always knew I was wrong where it goes hell knows, maybe somewhere better than here…"

Then I notice what he's looking at; my eyes narrow and my heart is filled with uncontrollable jealousy.

Ron.

The blond guy that I want is staring at Ron.

"…and what they say about the grass on the other side's true, to much time looking up it turning everything blue, including me, including you…"

I glare at the blond wonder; he just stepped into a war that I intended on winning. The blond would be mine.

He just didn't know it yet.

"…including you…"