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Disclaimer: konfizkate91 does not own Beyblade, MTV, Linkin Park, Linkin Park's In The End, Converse, Alexisonfire, or Billy Talent.

konfizkate91 does own In The End: The Remix, and Dark Secrets in the Dark: The Life of an Emo.

Ray is the focus of the picture when the video starts. He's trying to put together a drum set, moving drums and cymbals around and tripping over drumsticks he's left on the floor. When he feels satisfied, he moves closer to the camera.

"That damn drum set, why does it have to have so many parts?"

Kai answers, "Because drummers are usually smarter than you, so they can handle many parts. You're stupid, it's incredible you were able to avoid breaking your face while putting it together." Ray rolls his eyes, but Kai continues. "Besides, that's a beginner's set and you're complaining about parts."

"Yes, Kai, I get it. You're jealous because I won the coin flip to see who would get the drum set."

"I'm not jealous, I'm crazy mad! That drum set should be mine!"

"You got the guitar, shut the fuck up. Yo, what's up, I'm Ray. This is KaiRayRayKai Production #102. You can all see the drum set behind me. We were watching this erotic music video on MTV, and it occurred to us that…if people such as the ones we saw on TV could make it in the music industry, then so can we. So, Kai and I got some instruments. You all witnessed my clumsy assembly of that drum set. We also got a bass over there." Ray goes over to the side of the room and picks up the bass to display it. "I find it's really sexy. And over here…" Ray moves to the other side of the room. "We have three guitars. Three, because a) they're awesome, and b) when we smash the first one, we're gonna need a back-up, and then a back-up for the back-up."

"A back-up for the back-up. Nothing says 'rejection' like being a back-up for a back-up. Kinda like substituting for the substitute teacher." Kai turns the camera around to himself. "Hey, I'm Kai, watching Ray fumble around helplessly, trying to assemble the simplest drum set I will probably ever see." He turns the camera back to Ray, who is once again playing around with the drums.

"Hey, fuck you. Go figure out who's gonna be our bassist."

"I will. I'll play both guitar and bass at the same time. Check this out."

Kai grabs one of the guitars and the bass and takes a seat in a chair. He places the bass on the floor and the guitar in his lap, and removes his shoes and socks. He starts playing guitar with his one free hand and plays the bass with his toes.

Ray takes the bass away from Kai's feet. "That's disgusting. God knows where those feet have been."

"Yeah, so do I, and it ain't pretty. Up Max's ass and back again."

"Exactly what I meant. So, then, we needed a band name, and came up with the best possible name. We are called…Fucking Great. So whenever we go up on stage, we can say 'Hey guys, we are Fucking Great.' It's gonna be…well, fucking great." Ray chuckles, picks up a pair of drumsticks from the floor, and sits at his drums.

"Show us your stuff, Ray. Show me what you have to offer Fucking Great. If you don't have anything, then I'll rip your arm off and beat you with it to a bloody pulp," says Kai. Ray then whips a drumstick at Kai's head. After Kai yelps in surprise and pain, Ray throws another one straight at the camera. The picture goes black as soon as the stick hits it.

When the picture comes back, Ray is sitting comfortably on a sofa with some papers in his hands.

Kai's voice is heard instead of Ray's. "Ray and I each came up with a song. He's gonna go first, because we're saving the best for last."

Ray chirps, "It's cute how you think so highly of yourself. Anyway, my song, yo. It's a new version of Linkin Park's song In The End I changed some lyrics around and made it cool."

"You saying it's not cool now?"

"That's right. On with my awesome song. It's called In The End: The Remix."

"How original."

"Shut up, assbreath. It's not one hundred percent complete, so I'm gonna stop a bit near the end." Ray starts reading/rapping his song.

One thing, I'll tell you now
When people are hungry, they wanna chow down
Keep that in mind, This thing doesn't rhyme
So I can save some time
We all know
Time is a prick of a thing
It slaps your face as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks in your face
It's so retarded
Hear the rumbling below?
Damn, it means I really gotta eat
Trying not to whine, 'Cause all I can munch on
Is a salad to
Watch the pounds go
Strict dietary regimens, even though I tried, always fell apart
What fat meant to me, will eventually, be a memory, of a time
When I was-

"Whoa!" Kai exclaims. "I'm gonna stop you there. You turned In The End…into a song about eating?"

"No, I turned In The End into a weight-loss success story," corrects Ray.

"You are such a moron. You actually spent time on that? Dammit, that's pathetic. I don't think I wanna talk to you for the rest of the day, for fear of losing IQ points."

"I'm not contagious, if that makes you feel any better."

"It doesn't, actually. Wow, a lot of people would really hate you right about now. So, apart from that, there's my song, which is not a remix. I wanted to write a song about something that's been on my mind, something I thought should be explored and that I should express my thoughts on."

"And that topic happens to be…?"

"Emos."

"…emos. As in, emotional punks." Ray nods his head slowly.

"Yeah, them, with the hair in front of their face because they think it blinds them from the evil of the world."

Ray chuckles. "So you wrote a song about emos. Is it called the Emo Song?"

"No, I'm more original than that. It's called Dark Secrets in the Dark: The Life of an Emo."

"A song title, Kai, not a summary. Let's hear it."

"I'll read the first verse and the chorus," says Kai.

Kai reads his song out loud, with the camera focused on Ray.

You know who I am
You've seen me before
You all stare and point
And think "What the fuck?"
With my pink Converse
Bleach blond and black hair
Rejected by you
Rejected by all
The punks don't want me
Rockers would kill me
If they got the chance
I'm labeled 'emo'
I'm labeled 'poser'
I'm labeled 'freak'

I sit alone, alone, alone
In the darkness of my room, alooone
My head is filling up with thoughts (they make me feel ALONE)
Full of pain, suffering...tears in my room, alone
Listening to my Alexisonfire
Pulling hair over my eyes
Crying myself to sleep every night
Keeping inside of me dark secrets and lies

Ray stares at the camera blankly for a long time. Kai starts to laugh at his expression, but Ray doesn't change at all. Kai asks, "What's wrong?"

Ray answers, "I'm fighting a mental battle right now. My sanity wants to escape, because it can't take any more stupidity, but for obvious reasons, I want it to stay. And then, there's the impact of your…'song'." Ray makes finger quotation marks when he says 'song'.

"Ahahahaha, am I too talented for you?"

"Oh no, not at all. It's actually the complete opposite. You're too terrible at writing songs. It makes me wonder if your diary entries are as traumatizing." After a pause and some soft laughing from Kai, Ray asks hesitantly, "There's another verse, isn't there?"

"Indeed there is. Check it out."

Misunderstood, yes
That's my middle name
Just leave me alone
It's what I deserve
Let me cut my wrists
It's my emo life
To sit in corners
To hold my knees tight
To cry and cry and
Cry and cry and cry
About my girlfriend
Leaving me again

Kai continues, "And then the chorus is repeated, but instead of Alexisonfire, I mention Billy Talent."

"…wow, that is some horrible shit."

"Fuck you, at least it's creative and something fresh, not some screwed up version of an already existing song."

"Creative? Pfffff, whatever you say, yo."

"And I'm not making my way onto a band's Must-Kill List."

"Linkin Park is not going to kill me. So, let's have a practice, shall we?" Ray gets up and practically skips over to his drum set.

"Yeah, a ten minute practice, then we play in front of Tyson and company." Kai puts the camera on the table so that it focuses on Ray behind his drums. Kai picks up one of the guitars and slumps into the beanbag chair beside the drum set, which is also in the camera's view, so we have both guys in the picture.

Ray starts to play around with the high hat on his left. "So what kind of sound are we going for? Something people can move to, something heavy that stones you in ten seconds, what?"

Kai is tuning the guitar as he talks. "I wanna go for an original sound, something that can be automatically recognized as Fucking Great. You have any ideas?"

Still playing with the high hat, Ray answers, "I just want an original sound that can be automatically recognized as Fucking Great." He finally leaves it alone and looks at Kai, who's staring at Ray with a look that says 'When do I start choking him?'.

Kai holds his stare for a short time, then shakes his head. "You have such a way with words, Ray, it's sexy. I'm thrilled just thinking about the lyrics you'll come up with."

"Yeah, so am I. I wanna get to the music writing part."

"A lot of music we're gonna write if you're always screwing around with your parts." Just as Kai says that, Ray moves the snare drum aside and starts repositioning the bass drum, pushing it back and forth and side to side. Kai yells, "Leave it alone!"

"It has to be perfect!"

"What do you care? You don't know how to play, anyway. It doesn't matter how it's set up."

"Exactly. I know I can't play, so I want it to at least look good."

"Oh yeah, 'cause that's really important. Leave that shit alone, it's fine the way it is."

"Let me try it out."

Ray finishes arranging his parts for the thousandth time, and sits down again. He starts inventing a drum solo on the spot, which Kai is less than pleased to be listening to. While Ray is in the middle of smashing his cymbals, Kai's expression is one of pain, anguish, and anger. He stands up and swings the guitar into the bass drum. Ray stops playing immediately and jumps away just in time to dodge another hit from Kai's guitar. Before you know it, Kai's on a drum bashing rampage, bringing the guitar over his head and bringing it down hard on different parts of the drum set. Ray just watches in horror as his drum set acquires a new dent every 4 seconds.

Once Kai feels he's had enough, he drops the guitar on the floor and takes a deep breath. "I've never felt better." With a calm look on his face, he walks away.

Ray picks up the camera and looks into it. "Due to…band member retardation, I'm not sure whether or not we will be playing for the others." He then turns it off.

When it's turned back on, Ray is dialing a phone number. He puts it on speaker and sits in the chair beside the table on which the phone rests. He looks at the camera with a sly grin as the phone rings. Then someone answers. "Hello?"

"Hey Mr.D, it's me, Ray. How are you?"

"I'm well, Ray, thank you. And yourself?" Mr. Dickinson's voice comes through the speaker.

"I'm super, thanks. Listen, sir, Kai and I are starting a band, and we were hoping you would be able to help us get started. Say by, like, giving us money."

"Ray, I think you and Kai making a band is a great idea, but I don't think I can help you. I can only aid you in your Beyblading careers."

"In case you've been living under a rock, sir, our Beyblading careers are…pretty much non-existent. The only losers who still play are Tyson, Max, and Kenny, and they are going nowhere."

"Ray! You watch yourself!"

"Oh I'm watching myself, and I look damn fine." Ray smiles at the camera.

"I believe you're getting off track, Ray," Mr.D says dryly.

"Oh yeah, right, sorry about that. Anyway, money, lots of it, now."

"I don't appreciate this sort of behavior, young man."

"You never appreciate anything I do."

"Raymond, your attitude is unacceptable!"

"So is your face, but you never hear me announcing it to the world."

"Ray, you - "

"Hey, Stanley, you have a fetish with my name or something? You must've said it like five thousand times during our conversation, which I might remind you, was not long at all. Look, you're a nice guy and all, sir, but -"

"Argh! You drive me insane!"

Ray opens his mouth to answer back, but Mr. Dickinson hangs up. "Ok, you are my witness, Kai. He forfeited because he knew I was too much for him. I was too smart and too quick for him."

"Oh yeah, totally. You deal so well with him. Now I know why we always make you call him when we need a favor from him."

"Yeah, Mr. D and I, we're homies. We get each other. We're almost like brothers. He's like the brother of mine that was never into you."

"You shut the fuck up. Yo, call him back, I wanna do something. Just wait a minute" Kai puts the camera down and leaves. He comes back dragging an amplifier with him. He makes one last trip to get a guitar. "Ok call."

Ray dials Mr. Dickinson again. "Ray, if this is you, I don't wanna hear it."

"Hey Mr. D, it's me Ray. You're actually lucky it's me calling. Imagine if it was someone high in the BBA ladder? Shit, that greeting would have been the end of you."

"What do you want now?"

"Well, since I wasn't convincing enough, Kai decided to give it a shot."

Kai gets closer to the speaker. "Hey, sir, what's happening? I'm gonna let you in on some of the talent you could be helping out. I'm gonna play a little guitar for you."

"Kai, you don't play guitar," is Mr. D's answer.

"I can do anything I think I can. Now check this out." Kai plugs the guitar into his amp, and starts 'playing'. The noise is so intolerable, even Ray covers his ears. Mr. Dickinson's voice protesting can barely be heard over the racket.

Kai continues for a few minutes, then stops. "I was going for a mix of John Petrucci and Brad Delson."

Ray says. "Dude, those two are really different."

"That's why I'm mixing them."

As the two guys laugh, the rest of the gang comes in.

Tyson demands, "What the Hell is going on? And why is there a smashed up drum set!"

Ray answers, "We're making a band. Once Stanley starts sponsoring us and giving us money, we'll be on top of every single chart but pop and country."

Hilary growls, "So what the Hell was that noise before?"

"That was me playing guitar," Kai chirps. "How did you like it?"

Max dares to answer. "Kai, I have never heard anything so terrible in my life. I would rather listen to nails scratching a chalkboard for 8 years on end than listen to one minute of your so-called music."

"You know what, Max, you just don't know when to shut up." He brings the guitar over his head and brings it down hard against the floor, and Hilary shrieks. He repeats this three more times, until the body breaks off the neck. He takes the neck of his broken instrument, grabs Max, and wraps the strings hanging off the top of his 'weapon' around Max's neck, choking him.

Kai yells, "Enjoy this while you can, Max, this is the closest you'll ever get to a G-string!"

Through the phone, Mr. D orders, "Kai, stop this at once!…oh my, I need to retire."

Ray replies, "You should have said that exact sentence about 30 years ago, sir."

Stanley sighs and says, "I give up. I'm giving up all hope on you and Kai."

"Your mistake isn't giving up, sir. Your mistake was trying in the first place."

He sighs one more time and says, "I agree, Ray." And then he hangs up.

Ray turns to Kai, who's still choking Max. "Kai, that's enough, leave him alone."

Kai shoves Max away from him harshly. "That's what you get for insulting the way I express myself."

Max wheezes, "If that's how you express yourself, then all you're expressing is your stupidity."

"I'm expressing my anger, dickweed."

"Kai! You have absolutely nothing to be angry about! That's your problem!"

"You're going down, smartass." He leaves the camera with Ray and attacks Max viciously. The rest of the gang tries to get Kai off of Max, but to no avail.

Ray turns the camera to himself. "So, as for our band, we're gonna have to work on getting along with fans and the general public. And then…on…you know, learning how to play our respective instruments. Until then, behave yourselves. I'm Ray." He turns the camera back to the mess of violence a few meters from him. "If I didn't know better, I would say they were having an orgy." With those last words, Ray turns the camera off.

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Phew! Done, dammit. Hope you liked it. As for the next chapter, I'm not going to make any promises, but I will say that a second Halloween Production is possible. See ya!

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