Hey guys! I'm alive! Please don't hit me for not updating in forever! It's just as soon as published the next chapter I just went to zero on the writing scale. I basically dropped off the earth due to lack of inspiration! Please don't hate meeeeeee…. But I'm updating now! So let's get this show on the road!

"Number 4531, Perkins, Sam?" Sam nodded, suddenly jolted out of his day dream. "You need to wear your number." It was someone who worked at the school, holding a clipboard. "Um, sure." The person walked off. He felt his hands tremble as he pinned the number on. He was nervous. "Gah!" The guitar that he had been holding slipped out of his hands while he was trying to pin his number on. Someone reached from behind him and stopped it from clattering to the floor. Sean whipped around to glance at the person who saved his guitar.

The boy smiled at him. He had dirty blonde hair that looked it was always getting into his warm brown eyes. He had a number pinned on his shirt, just one after Sam, 4532. Behind him, a gothic looking girl dully picked at a loose thread on her turtle neck sweater. Another two girls were behind the gothic girl that he couldn't see.

"Um, thanks." Sam muttered. The boy looked just as mystified as Sam felt. "No problem…" Their eyes locked and it felt like a spark of electricity went through the room.

Say something you idiot!

"I'm, um, Sam." The other boy nodded slowly, still making eye contact with Sam. "I heard. I'm Adam." They were lost in thought, still making eye contact until the gothic girl snorted.

"Get a room already!" This broke the silence between them. Sam blushed and looked away, as did Adam. "Um, this is my sister, Della." Adam said, motioning to the dark haired goth girl. She looked him over in a judging way and sniffed in his direction. Adam pulled a shorter, brown haired girl from behind Della.

"And my cousin, Cassie." The girl looked startled as she glanced at Sam, then back at Adam, then to Sam again. She wiggled her fingers as an auburn haired girl popped her head from behind Della. She grinned at Sam and waved. "I'm Gina!" he waved back. "Sam." She grinned wider. "I knew that."

A lean Asian kid with a beanie on walked from a table from which he had been chatting with some other kids and slapped Sam on back. He slipped on the red rope into line, much to the disapproval of the others. He didn't seem to care. "Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, Sammy!" he grinned at Sam. Sam introduced them.

"This is Griffin Khan. He's a… friend. Not a boyfriend or anything. I'm totally single." He added for Adam's benefit. Griffin Khan looked like he wanted to face palm. He muttered something under his breath that no one could hear, but Adam smiled again anyways.

"We rode here together on the same train." Griffin added.

Gina, the auburn haired girl jumped up again from behind Della. "Where are you guys from?"

"Who is this?" asked Griffin.

"I'm Gina." She moved the smaller brown haired girl so that she was next to the goth girl. "This is Cassie." She pointed to the Goth "Della." She pointed to the dirty blonde haired kid. "Adam."

Griffin waved. "I'm Griffin, but you knew that. We came from Minnesota. Met him while we were stopped, we were headed to the same place, so we figured why not stick together? How about you guys?"

Adam spoke up. "Cassie, Della, and I are from Florida. We drove here." Griffin whistled. "Wow, long way from home."

Gina popped in. "I'm from around here. My car had a flat so I kind of hitchhiked with these guys."

Della snorted. "You did hitchhike with us." Gina glared daggers at Della who glared back. Griffin laughed. "Ouch, shots fired." Della scoffed. "Shut up, Soc." Griffin cocked his head. "Hmm?"

Sam interrupted. "It's from a book. The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton. The main character is in a gang even though he's only 14. He calls the rich; bad-boy kids Socs, which is short for Socials."

Adam's eyes twinkled as Griffin smiled. "Well, I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now." Della rolled her eyes and Griffin smirked as Gina looked at Sam. "Hey, why don't you play something? We should defuse the comb before it, you know, explodes." Sam blushed. "Um, I, I really-."

Griffin patted his back. "Hey, why not? Show 'em what you got!" he leaned in, his face giving a hint of a smirk. "What makes you so special among all these kids? Why do you deserve a spot in this school?" Sam panicked internally. Adam smiled, putting him at ease. "You don't have to, Sam." Sam cleared his throat. "No, no. It's alright." He pulled the black strap of his guitar. "I'm going to audition with something else, but this is my favorite song." He pulled a pick from his pocket; it was a beautiful jade blue that almost matched the color of his eyes. Sam strummed a few string and took a deep breath in.

"It's been said and done…" the guitar hummed in perfect harmony with his voice, which was gentle but powerful at the same. It was breathtaking, but shaky. He was nervous.

"Every beautiful thoughts been already sung," he took another short pause, unsure.

"And I guess right now here's another one.

"So your melody will play on and on, with the best of 'em." He paused again

"You are beautiful…

Like a dream come alive, incredible.

A sinful, miracle, lyrical. You saved my life again, and I want you to know baby…." He felt his voice go down, his fingers pause. Adam nodded, urging him on.

"I, I love you like a love song, baby

I, I love you like a love song, baby

I, I love you like a love song, baby

And I keep hittin' repeat-peat-peat. Yeah~."

The room had become extremely quiet, everyone trying to listen in on his song. He felt his heart flutter, his face flush. It was very, very quiet. Finally a voice broke out. It was low and husky, slightly untrained but still beautiful in its own way. It was Adam.

"No one compares, you stand alone… To every record I own." He winked at Sam whose fingers suddenly started to play the song he had learned by heart.

"Music to my heart, that's what you are, a song that goes on and on." Adam took a step closer to Sam and nodded at him.

"I, I love you like a love song, baby… Their voices intertwined delicately. Adam's lower voice did the harmony while Sam's tenor did the melody. They sounded mystical with the guitar.

I, I love you like a love song, baby

I, I love you like a love song, baby their voices extended the on that part, reading one another.

I love you like a song…" Their voices trailed off at Sam stopped playing. They were close again, maintaining a deadly close eye contact. The room was hushed silent, until Griffin grinned in amazement. "That was awesome!" The entire room erupted in applause. Sam blushed bright red and lowered his head. Adam smiled shyly and gave a gentle, but bashful wave. Gina had made her way around Della in the red-roped line and nudged Adam. "So, dancing huh?" Adam was about to reply when someone coughed.

"Ahem." Everyone hushed silently again. The crowds of people all looked in one direction. It was Mr. Greenhut, the director of the school! Sam drew in a sharp breath. His heart pounding as the infamous man walked up to them. His face was unreadable, and he looked almost stern. Technically, you weren't supposed to sing or dance or play to what you were supposed to audition with. He accosted the boys, poker-faced. Even Griffin took a step back away from the duo. Adam straightened up, standing next to Sam, who shrunk back a bit from Mr. Greenhut.

Adam grasped Sam's right hand tightly, which was hanging next to his side. Sam barely noticed as the man spoke.

"Was that your audition song?" Sam shook his head quickly, and he felt his right hand tighten its grip on Adam's left. Mr. Greenhut looked at Adam. "Did you just meet?" Adam nodded.

He examined both of them, then grinned widely, stunning almost everyone in the room, who expected them to be kicked out for breaking the rules.

"Pass." Sam inhaled in shock.

"Um. What?" Adam asked. Mr. Greenhut tilted his head, still smiling a large one that reached his blue eyes. "Pass. Both of you." He snapped his fingers and a young man came up to them, carrying a clipboard. He scribbled something on it and nodded at Mr. Greenhut.

"Both of you." He turned around on heels. "See you in school boys." And he walked away, leaving as face as he came.

Adam and Sam stared along with everyone else as Mr. Greenhut walked away. Adam looked at Sam who looked at Adam in shock.

Oh my god! Sam mouthed to Adam. Adam looked equally well, thrilled. I know! He mouthed back silently. Griffin, once again, was the first one to break the silence. "Whooh! That's what I'm talking about!" he grinned wildly and put his arm around Sam. "I know this guy!" he exclaimed, delighted. The room erupted in chatter, some excitedly twittering, some in disapproval. Della grinned for the first time that day for her brother. Gina and Cassie both stared at the dup in amazement, and Griffin was busy fending off a few girls from Sam and Adam.

Sam suddenly became aware of his grip on Adam. "Oh, um." He pulled his hand away. "Sorry!" he exclaimed. Adam shook his head and smile. "I needed it as much as you." The both flexed their stiff hands. Griffin put his arms over the two of them, grinning.

"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

At the same, across the entire room, someone in the corner crossed his arms, eyes narrowed at the duo; eyes directed on one of them. "Not happening." He growled. "Carter Smith? Oh my god! It's Carter Smith!" a girl screamed out. Carter frowned internally, but his smile lit up. "Yeah, it me." He was sound surrounded by a hoard of fans, mostly screaming girls, trying to shake his hand of get him to sign something.

He smiled at the girls and engaged in polite chatter. "Why are you even here? Someone as big as you?" a girl with thick glasses asked. He responded right away. "Well, I still need to go to school, and I'd prefer this over a tutor."

"What about your tour?" another girl with curly red hair asked. He smiled charmingly at her. "It's postponed for a bit so I can focus on my studies." The girl giggled then asked him to sign her arm, and he complied, scribbling his well known name on her forearm with black marker.

At the same, in the middle of the line, far away from the mess of screaming girls, a boy stood almost uninterested

Franz Leonhardt stood quietly in line, lost in thought. He seemed very intimidating compared to the other nervous teens in line. His attention was suddenly pulled when a girl wearing a weird combination of a leather jacket and a tutu walked up to him. She looked exhausted and frazzled, like she had been up all night and slept in the car ride to the school. She checked the number on his shirt. "Ah! I'm supposed to be in front of you! Is that alright?" he shrugged and she smiled gratefully at him, crossing under the red rope. She turned on her heels and faced him with a smile. "I'm Grace!" she offered him her hand, which he shook.

"May I ask your name?" he noticed she was wearing two different shoes on her feet, a black sandal and a flip-flop. "Franz." She smiled widely at him. "Nice to meet you! What're you going to audition with? Or, I mean like what's your talent? "

"Singing."

"What're you going to sing?"

"But Not For Me by Masayoshi Furukawa." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Nice!" Franz suddenly realized that this chick was only about five feet tall. She had such an eccentric disposition that she seemed taller then what she was. "Sweet!" she made a dramatic pouty face. "Wish I could sing well, but I sound like a dying cat!"

"What are you auditioning with?" Grace shrugged. "I dunno. I'm making it up as I go along." Franz raised an eyebrow at her. She suddenly whipped around and tapped the shoulder of the guy in front of her.

"Hey! What's your name?" The kid looked a little startled. "Kyrian Deno."

"What's your talent?"

"Singing?" it sounded like more of a question then a statement.

"How about dancing ability?"

"Non-existent. Unless you count the teapot dance. Excuse me, but who are you?"

"I'm Grace." She pointed a finger at Franz. "This is my buddy Franz." Franz waved at the reddish-brown haired kid. "I just met her."

Kyrian chuckled. "No kidding." Grace rolled her eyes. "Little details. Anyways, you just proved my point!"

"Which one?" Franz asked.

"Okay, so one can automatically assume that I'm a sycophant, which is not true. The fact that you just stated a high singing ability but low dance ability just proves my hypothesis that dancing and singing are just another sense. I mean, we all have more than just five senses! Aristotle, while being an extremely popular Greek, was in fact, most of the time, wrong. We have way more than just five senses; this includes a sense of balance for one, a sense of temp and so on and so forth. It's kind of like when a blind person has sharper hearing, one can be dominant, more so then any other sense of a normal person, but still lack vision. You can be an amazing singer but that's because your sense of dancing is nothing more than a handicap." Grace spoke this all very quickly and sharply, almost in one breath.

Franz tilted his head in puzzlement. Kyrian was taken aback. "Um, Grace, how old are you?"

"15."

"And, this has nothing to do with anything at all."

"Of course." Grace added promptly.

"What's your IQ?"

"Last time I checked it was 198 in a 2012 test including 13 dimensions of intelligence."

The boys stared at her. She raised an eyebrow. "What?" Franz chuckled to himself. "You're a picture, Grace." She smiled brightly. "Ooh, thanks!" Wait. That was a compliment, right?" Kyrian laughed. "I think so. I really do."

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