A/N: Hiya! Sorry I haven't updated in forever. Heres Chapter 11 (By The Way, sorry for the bad ending.)

Chapter 11

Coconut Men and Moonheads

Pepper POV

The task of the leader is to get his people from where they are to where they have not been.
~Henry Kissinger

"I have an idea!" Star screeched at 5 in the morning, "Let's have a concert for the boys!"

"Ugh," I heard Gold mumble.

"Star it's 5 in the morning. Great idea but honestly, I'm really tired at the moment and I really would like to get to sleep," I said.

"So we can have a concert?" she asked. "Yes, Star we can. Night."

The next day we set out equipment up in the wreck room. None of the guys were in there; they were all digging. So they had no idea. When they did come the wreck room would be closed off until we were ready. Never underestimate the power of fat smelly cowboys and creepy dorks with kneesocks.

"What are we gonna sing?" Ginger asked.

"How about. . ." Myth began discussing various songs.

"I got it!" Star yelled.

NORMAL POV

The boys were very confused. They weren't allowed in the wreck room until the warden got a special 'call'. They were, in the meantime, slumped in the tent unsure really of what to do with themselves. Finally X-Ray spoke up.

"We gotta go see what is going on in the Wreck room guys. I ain't sitting around doing nothing." With that he sauntered out of the tent. The other guys followed.

The sign was no longer on the door, but Mr Pendanski stood outside.

"Ah, boys, I was about to get you. You are needed in the wreck room."

"Early counselling?" Caveman asked.

"Nope. Go in, go in." Mr Pendanski gestured in to the Wreck room. They went in, confused and worried. #

Star peered out of the makeshift 'curtains' (bedsheets), just to see the boys file in with confused looks on their faces.

"Guys, they're here!" she whispered loudly. The girls took their positions.

"Why the hell are we here?" Armpit exclaimed. Suddenly there was a loud booming noise.

"Boys of D-Tent, please welcome, Pulse!"

The curtains moved apart, revealing the girls standing by their instruments. They all wore identical dresses, strapless with a rainbow belt. Star's was purple, Gold's gold, Neon's black, Pepper's red, Myth's pink, Ginger's orange and Crazy's blue.

Star walked over to the mic and began to sing.

Okay, Coconut man, Moon Heads and Pea
You ready

Seems like everybody's got a price,
I wonder how they sleep at night.
When the sale comes first,
And the truth comes second,
Just stop, for a minute and
Smile

Why is everybody so serious!
Acting so damn mysterious
You got your shades on your eyes
And your heels so high
That you can't even have a good time.

Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight

It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag

Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

We need to take it back in time,
When music made us all UNITE!
And it wasn't low blows and video hoes,
Am I the only one gettin'... tired?

Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can't buy us happiness
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now
Guarantee we'll be feeling Alright.

Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight

It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag

Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

Neon leaped over the drumkit to the mic. Star quickly ran to the drumkit and began to play.

Yeah yeah
well, keep the price tag
and take the cash back
just give me six strings and a half step.
and you can keep the cars
leave me the garage
and all I..
yes all I need are keys and guitars
and guess what, in 30 seconds I'm leaving to Mars
yes we leaving across these undefeatable odds
its like this man, you can't put a price on the life
we do this for the love so we fight and sacrifice everynight
so we aint gon stumble and fall never
waiting to see, a sign of defeat uh uh
so we gon keep everyone moving their feet
so bring back the beat and everybody sing
it's not about...

Star and Neon swapped again so Star was singing and Neon played drums.

It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag

Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag

Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

Yeah, yeah
Oo-oooh
Forget about the price tag.

The boys started to whoop and cheer. The girls smiled and bowed.

"Why the concert Star?" Squid asked.

"I saw what was in the CD player, and , honestly, the Backstreet Boy?"s (A/N: No offence to the Backstreet Boys)

"Thlump owns the only CD in camp."

"Not any more. I have a little collection of CD's and so do the others."

"Please bring them to the wreck room. I don't care if it is the Jonas Brothers or whatever, just bring them". (A/N: No offence to the Jonas Brothers)

"Fine. Sure. Whatever. I'll bring them." "Good."