Author's Note: The song/lyrics used in this chapter are by Ozzy Ozbourne. I do not own the lyrics/music!

Four weeks later…

"Nicole!"

Nicole moaned as she grabbed her pillow and put it over her ears to drown out her best friend's shrill screams.

"NICOLE!"

"I swear I'm going to kill you, Ashley," growled Nicole as she curled up into a tight ball on her small, dorm-room bed.

"Nicole I promise you'll understand if you just WAKE UP!" shouted Ashley as she bounced from one foot to the other in excitement, "It's about the Capitals!"

Nicole opened one eye at that and glared up at Ashley, "What about them? The NHL went into lockout remember? I thought I told you not to mention it…its too painful to talk about. What am I supposed to do without hockey?"

"They formed a band!" blurted out Ashley, no longer able to keep it in, "It's all over the NHL and Caps website! The guys got together and made a band!"

Nicole sat up quickly, her dark brown hair a tangled mess and her eyes still blinking away sleep.

"They what?"

"They formed a band! It says the Caps were trying to find a way to keep themselves busy during the lockout and this is what they came up with!"

"Ashley…you do realize that they suck at the whole singing thing right?" asked Nicole, still looking rather confused, "Remember the Mike Green and Brooks Laich Cribs video we saw? They're terrible."

Ashley rolled her eyes at Nicole, "Oh please, it says they've been practicing all day every day for the past month. I'm sure they're better by now. And besides, who cares? We can go to a concert! We still get to see the boys! While the rest of the NHL world is sitting at home crying about it, we still get our men!"

Nicole smirked as she watched her friend dance around the room. She shook her head, "You're ridiculous."

"Oh don't pretend like you aren't as pumped as I am!" sneered Ashley as she shot her friend a playful glare, "You know you wanna see Mike Green playing the drums in a tight shirt…or shirtless."

Nicole blushed furiously at that as she glared at her friend, "Oh shut up. When's their first concert?"

"It says it'll be at the Verizon Center next week! We have to go! Nicole we HAVE TO GO!"

"Okay, okay!" said Nicole, wincing at her friend's shrill shrieks, "Don't blow my eardrums! Fine…I'll see what I can do."

"Yay!" exclaimed Ashley as she danced around the room again.

Nicole just rolled her eyes as she pulled the covers back over her eyes and went back to sleep.

"Dude, Mike and Brooks are freakin' awesome!" exclaimed John Carlson as he watched Mike Green and Brooks Laich practice, "They're timing is perfect!"

"Thank God," muttered Semin as he rolled his eyes, "A few weeks ago they could've raised the dead with that racket."

Ovechkin laughed at his fellow Russian teammate as he set up the microphone at the Kettler Iceplex. The Capitals had turned their room where they were briefed on the opposing NHL teams into a practice room for their new band. Jason Arnott and Matt Bradley were messing around with the soundboard and the lighting and discussing how to arrange things in Verizon later that week. Mathieu Perreault was busy making a few mixes to blend in with the instruments and Carlson and Semin were tweaking their guitars. Backstrom was busy jamming out to a tune on his keyboard while the coaching staff observed their team's progress.

"Well…it's better than sitting at home and watching TV all day I guess," said Coach Boudreau with a smirk.

"You know…so many things could go wrong with this," said Smitty with a frown.

"Oh god, lay off Bad-News-Smitty," said Capitals' GM George McPhee with a grimace, "For once could you give us some good information? Or at least be a tad optimistic. At least the guys aren't out partying and getting drunk."

"Well," snapped Smitty with an annoyed look on his face, "Actually I heard Semin saying how great this club was downtown they all went to last night…"

"I swear I'm going to smack you one day," growled McPhee, much to Boudreau's amusement.

"Hey!" shouted Ovechkin in his thick, Russian accent, "You guys ready? We going to play first song for you! This is our best…you like it!"

"Brace yourselves," said Smitty as he sighed.

McPhee pretended to try and strangle Smitty from behind while Boudreau laughed and motioned for his team to go ahead and start.

The guys all took their positions: Green on drums, Laich, Semin and Carlson on guitar and vocals, Backstrom on the keyboard, Perreault on the mixer, Bradley and Arnott on sound and lighting and Ovechkin front and center for lead vocals.

"This should be interesting," muttered Boudreau as the music began.

The electric guitars blared loudly as Mike set the tone with the beat of the drum. Ovechkin stepped up to the microphone and began to belt out the lyrics to the song with Brooks Laich, Nicklas Backstrom and John Carlson singing backup:

"Let me hear you scream!

I'm black and bruised, beat up, but still I take the blows

'Cause all I need is blood and sweat and skin and bones!

I'll take this rage,

Rattle your cage,

Nobody said it's easy!

It's do or die,

Only the strong survive!

Get ready for the last stand!

Get ready, I'm your hangman!

Let me hear you scream like you want it!

Let me hear you yell like you mean it!

If you're gonna go down:

Go loud!

Go strong!

Go proud!

Go on!

Go hard or go home!

Let me hear you-

(Let me hear you-)

Let me hear you-

(Let me hear you-)

Let me hear you scream!

I'll pull you up and push you right back in your place!

I'll take you down and wipe that smile right off your face!

I'll watch you break,

Your mine to take,

Don't blink; you just might miss it!

It's all or nothing,

Nowhere left to run!

Are you ready for the last fight!

Get ready with the war cry!

Let me hear you scream like you want it!

Let me hear you yell like you mean it!

If you're gonna go down:

Go loud!

Go strong!

Go proud!

Go on!

Go hard or go home!

Let me hear you-

(Let me hear you-)

Let me hear you-

(Let me hear you-)

Let me hear you scream!

Let me hear you scream like you want it!

Let me hear you yell like you mean it!

If you're gonna go down:

Go loud!

Go strong!

Go proud!

Go on!

Go hard or go home!

Let me hear you scream like you want it!

Let me hear you yell like you mean it!

If you're gonna go down:

Go loud!

Go strong!

Go proud!

Go on!

Go hard or go home!

Let me hear you-

(Let me hear you-)

Let me hear you-

(Let me hear you-)

Let me hear you scream!"

The coaching staff was on their feet before the music ended, cheering their team loudly. By the looks on their faces the Capitals knew they had impressed their bosses. They all gave each other excited glances as they waited for their boss' review.

"I cannot wait for the first concert!" shouted McPhee, "The fans are gonna go nuts for this!"

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Boudreau, "Holy freakin' shit!"

"You know…they aren't too bad," said Smitty.

"You even got Smitty to say something nice!" laughed McPhee.

"Hell yeah!" shouted Ovechkin as he turned to give his teammates high-fives, "Next week boys! Next week we show everyone we not just superstars…we are rock stars!"

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