Angel: I'm sorry, but I am not taking story ideas right now, and even if I was, Ben 10 is something I'd never write. I'm not really a fan of Ben 10-plus the show has a bunch of reboots anyway. Cristina's review from last chapter pretty much sums it up, I get enough of people asking me for stories or just other stuff already!

As for season 3 for this story, I wouldn't have time. I'm already working on two other stories that will be released either this year or the next. I need to work on them more before I release those, and that's my main focus right now besides my current stuff and my school lifestyle. Season 3 is just not happening...^^'

I've got Final Space and a secret project already being worked on, I want nothing to do with a show I don't even like XD I'm not writing these cartoons just because they're popular or other people like them, and I hate it now when people come to me with those arguments because it happens so often nowadays. Just...no.

Randy turns the dials from an amp, turning up the sound. He briefly plays the keytar and pumps his fist. "Two! Three! Four!"

"Perfect," Howard speaks up, breaking his focus. He turns to the boy as he and Amy are sitting in front of their obese friend in his garage. "Just a couple quick thoughts."

"Ugh!" Randy groans, hanging his head. "We've been rehearsing all morning, and I haven't gotten past 2-3-4!"

"Yeah, and I haven't even gotten past the first lyric on the song we picked out," Amy crosses her arms with an annoyed look on her face.

"Well, when you get them right, we'll move on," Howard explains with a grin and she glares at him.

"Howard, 30 Seconds to Math is playing the biggest gig of our career tonight!" Randy gestures to a poster that states that they'll be performing at Greg's Rock Hole tonight. "When are you gonna practice and stop trying to make Ames lose her voice before the gig?" He turns around and grabs a cup of water, giving it to Amy. She takes a small sip.

Howard laughs out loud, earning stares from both of his friends. "Are we not doing that thing where you say something stupid and we all laugh?"

"That's only when you suggest something you'd never do, like coming up with a plan," Amy states to him.

"No, we're not doing that thing," Randy points between all three of them. "We're doing this thing!" He holds up his keytar. Amy is holding the music sheet that has the song on it. "The one where 30STM takes the first step toward rock legend...dary...dom."

"That is not a word," Howard tells him.

"Maybe legacy would be better." Amy suggests with a small shrug.

"Why don't we try the song with you doing it a cappella again, Ames?" Randy turns to her.

"But we've done it a cappella six times already," She sighs wearily, a hand on her forehead.

"Just start from the top again," Howard crosses his arms and she groans in frustration, taking a deep breath.

Blind devotion, empty notions

Yay

Yay

Randy and Howard both blink at her, mouths wide open.

Like a roaring ocean, slowing motion

Yay

Yay

She eyes the paper in her hands, unaware of the effect she's put on them. It matches the tune of the song, and she hasn't faltered in any word.

Lay down your troubled mind

We are only kind

And we'll kindly cease to be...

As we intertwine with the universe

And its cosmic symphony

"Like that?" She smiles up at the two, Randy stammering in awe. Howard blinks after a few seconds.

"Wrong! Do it again!"

Before she can snap at him, Heidi's broadcast plays from Randy's laptop. "Twog-flash, Weiner-migos! Rock legen-dary-dom has returned to Norrisville!"

"Hey, what do you know? It is a word," Howard states as Randy takes off his keytar.

"Former freshman weirdo turned Whine-Core superstar, LeVander Hart, is back!"

He steps out of a limo, waving to the crowd as pictures are taken of him. "No pictures! No pictures!" He turns around, puts on his sunglasses, and then turns back to them so that they can get his good side. "Okay, now pictures." He puckers his lips as he poses for photos.

"LeVander Hart? That shoob wouldn't even be famous if it wasn't for us!" Howard states confidently.

"Seriously!" Randy rolls his eyes. "He's lucky we kicked him out of our band. You know what, he owes us," He jerks a thumb to himself.

"You know, you never told me why you kicked him out besides the obvious," Amy crosses her arms and both of them sweat a little. Ever since that day, they've kept it a secret from her, which they wouldn't need to do if it wasn't for one tiny detail they learned from LeVander. They haven't mentioned him since then, so that Amy doesn't get curious.

"And he's paying it back, free-style: LeVander, in concert, 2-Nite!"

"2-Nite?" Randy asks in disbelief. "We're playing 2-Nite!" He paces around while Howard looks angry. "Why can't he play 2-Morrow? Or 2-Wednesday? He's wonkin' our gig!" He pouts, crossing his arms.

"I wish he was here right now so we could kick him out of the band! Again!"

"Maybe there's a reason why he decided to pick tonight on the same exact day as us," Amy cringes slightly. The garage door starts to open and purple boots come into view, then black pants. A crowd of girls are cheering as it's LeVander that has arrived.

"LeVander?" Randy tilts his head in confusion.

"LeVander!" Howard greets him happily. "Great to see you! Love the new album! It dropped hot and only got hotter!"

"Mm," Amy narrows her eyes at him for his sudden change in attitude.

"So...w-what'cha doing here?" Randy questions awkwardly, wondering why he came to visit. Anyone would think that after the two boys kicked him out, he'd want nothing to do with them.

"Can't a bloke come round to see his old mates?" He speaks in a British accent, stepping forward with arms outstretched.

"Why are you speaking British-ese?" Howard wonders as he gives Amy a one-armed hug. She gently moves his arm away, stepping to Randy's right side. And Randy looks very angry with LeVander for the hug, huffing.

"It's a fing what happens when you get famous. 'Ello, bird!"

"Hi LeVander," She crosses her arms.

"Anyhow, I wanted to say there's no 'ard feelings for tossin' me outta yer band," He pulls Randy closer to him, puckering his lips again. The girls all squeal, some snapping photos. "In fact, I was finkin' we could have a reunion of sorts," He takes off his sunglasses, poking Randy's chest with them. "Tonight, on stage, at the Norrisville High Ampi-feater."

"That is the worst thing—we could not do in this moment!" Randy states with a wide smile, baffling Amy. "We're in!"

"This feels just like old times! Am I right?" Howard chuckles at LeVander and Amy just facepalms.

"Den I'll see you chaps and bird backstage at zero rock firty," He walks away, but then he comes back, dropping the accent. "That's 4:30. Don't be late. Seriously, they hate that."

He walks over to his limo, turning back to the three. He then drags a finger down his face. "Single tear, no fear." He steps inside and his bouncer shuts the door for him. As he lifts down his sunglasses, his eyes flash blue, which goes unnoticed. The car drives down the street, with the girls chasing after the vehicle. One of them trips before following.

"This is amazing!" Randy exclaims at the two.

"Ugh, that cheapo accent is anything but British," Amy glares to where he went. "He said tonight wrong of all things."

"Whatever Smith, nothing can ruin this moment!" Howard grins, wiggling his fingers. The Nomicons flash from the two bags. "Oh! Why?" He complains as Amy and Randy go over to their bags on the table. "Why did I just say that?" He falls to his knees.

"Oh no, it's fine," Randy takes the book out of his bag. "There's no way accepting an invitation to perform in front of the entire town with a guy we kicked out of our band could come back on us," He opens up his book and gets shloomped in.

"And yet Bagel was thought to be the Ninja anyway when you denied that he wouldn't be targeted," Amy rolls her eyes before she goes in her Nomicon too. They hit the table and fall onto the floor. The two scream as they fall, landing in a crowd of people.

"Uh, ow," He rubs his head, getting shushed. "Sorry, I didn't know. Sorry," He whispers and Amy's mouth opens in shock. She jerks his arm and points forward. He looks at the screen to see silhouettes of him, Howard, and Amy. "Ooh, movie," He snatches popcorn from someone else.

"Not just a movie, that's us," Amy holds her head. Suddenly a clock appears with the two partners in the center. The three silhouettes run around the clock, acting as hands.

3 months ago

Randy and Howard were in the storage room closet of school. "LeVander has the best rock gear!" Randy stated with a smile.

"Letting him in the band was the smartest thing we ever did!" Howard agreed with him.

"Guys, isn't that kind of using him?" Amy frowned a little.

"What? No," Howard waved it off. "This is good for the band!"

The door opened and LeVander...was an awful guitar player. He played offkey to the point where they have to cover their ears.

"Holy cheese, he's terrible!" Howard exclaimed as Amy ran forward.

"I can't take it, my ears!" She rushed right out the door.

"Hey, guys," LeVander stopped playing to look up at them. "Do you think it'd be crazy if I ask Amy out?"

Howard winced as Randy's eyes flashed with anger. He was planning to ask Amy out soon.

"Uh, well, um..." The obese boy stammered, looking away.

"What, is that too pushy? Too desperate?" He tilted his head in confusion, failing to notice the tension.

"Well..."

"Oh, so it's cool, thanks!" He grinned widely before playing again.

"We have to kick him out!" Howard shouted over the noise.

"Right there with ya! Just one problem! If we kick him out, he'll take all of his primo equipment!" LeVander stopped playing to listen to him. "I mean, I love this gear! It's the only reason we let him in the band in the first place!" Howard gestured for him to keep quiet before sagging his shoulders. "And Ames hates him! Why aren't you covering your ears?"

"He stopped playing ten seconds ago!" Howard shouted, gesturing to the saddened boy.

"Okay, so he heard what I said?"

LeVander whimpered from the doorway, only confirming the answer to his question. "You used me and Amy doesn't like me? I hate you!" He ran off crying and Amy came into view, peeking into the door.

"That could've gone way better," Randy told them.

"You mean you kicked him out?! Why?" Amy asked in disbelief.

"Because he-"

"Nothing!" Randy covered Howard's mouth.

Amy turns to glare at him as the crowd is all staring at them. "Okay, that looks bad," He cringes behind his popcorn. "But it all worked out. LeVander's a honkin' huge star now. We helped him." A gong sounds off and they look back to the screen again. A geisha appears and turns around the fan. "The wrong not righted pays back ten-fold. You are absolutely right, Nomicon. It is wrong...if we don't let LeVander pay us back ten-fold by inviting us on stage!"

"And you don't think he holds any resentment for what happened three months ago?" Amy crosses her arms, raising a brow.

"Why would he? He's famous because of us," Randy gestures to himself.

"I don't know, maybe because of the fact that you said I hated him just so you could ask me out first?" She glares at him, hands on her hips.

"Okay, that I should definitely apologize for, but would you have even gone out with him if we told you that?"

"Of course not, but you hurt his feelings based on a lie. Just because I don't wanna date him doesn't mean I wanted to emotionally crush him," She pinches her nose. First Julian and now LeVander...

The geisha blows into the air and they vloomp out. They sit up in alarm, frightening Howard as he screams, wobbling around and falling onto the ground.

"Howard, it's time to get our rock faces on!" He holds up rock and roll signs in the air. Howard presses a button to play his beats.


Randy puts on black eyeliner, his hair slightly dyed purple. Amy brushes her ponytail. Howard combs his wild hair, Randy trying to put on slim jeans and falling onto the ground. Howard attempts to put on a small shirt as Amy puts on boots. Randy tugs on the fingerless gloves. Howard puts on a tie and the boys kick the door open. Howard has his hair up like flames, Randy wearing a white t-shirt, a red coat with yellow buttons, and a yellow necklace around him. Howard is wearing a black vest with spikes, wearing no shirt but a tie and blue jeans with black and white sneakers.

"Rock n' roll!"

Amy comes into view and Randy gasps. Her shirt is a pink sleeveless tank top with a black skull in the middle. She has sleek black jeans and pink boots. Her earrings are stars hanging from her lobes, and her necklace is a silver chain with a skull charm. Her hair is shaped like a quaver musical note, tied with a yellow hair tie. For make-up, she has a hot pink lipstick with purple eyeshadow. She also has fingerless gloves.

"Is it wrong to say that you look hot?" Howard murmurs, earning a punch from Randy in the arm. "Ow!"

"Let's go, guys."

"Uh, Howard, we'll meet up with you in a minute," Randy speaks up nervously.

"Oh no, I'm staying for the fight," Howard leans against the wall. "It's always such a roller coaster with you two."

They roll their eyes in unison. "Ames, are you mad for what happened to LeVander?" He decides to just ask.

"Mad? No, not really. I mean, there are some things that we don't tell each other, and I'm okay with that. I forgive you for not telling me that you got jealous."

"Ha ha!" Howard laughs as Randy's face burns in embarrassment.

"I was not—!" He grunts and walks up to the door as she smirks in amusement. "Let's ride in style, 30STM!"

However, they have to ride up a steep hill since they don't have stylish rides like LeVander. "Not...rock...n'roll," He wheezes out.

"Heya, Randy," His neighbor calls out while watering his lawn.

"So...not...rock 'n' roll," Howard agrees with his friend, Amy trailing behind him.

"See ya, Howard," The neighbor tells him.

"This...is so...gonna ruin...my makeup..."

"Rock on, Amy!" He gives a rock and roll sign, making her chuckle.


The audience is screaming in excitement, and it seems as if the whole town has showed up. "Fanks! I love you all!" LeVander tells his fans trying to get into his dressing room. "Just gonna have a quick kip in me dressing room before the big show!" He slams the door shut, and when he's alone, he smirks. He steps up to his guitar, removing his sunglasses.

"Ello, me lovely. Miss me? Tonight's the night we've been waitin' for, innit?" He takes the instrument and strums a chord, blue swirls coming from it. They reach a vent, which of course reach the one and only Sorcerer. The stank explodes into fireworks and he does a little air guitar with a giant smile.

"Yee-eah!"

The rat holds up a tiny device with the flashlight on, waving it around in the air. "Finally, the dark seed I planted months ago bears its fruit!"

LeVander was whimpering in a hallway, holding his guitar after being kicked out of the band. "They'll see! One day I'll be the biggest rock star ever and I'll show them all!" He then played the guitar terribly near the vent, and because of his heartbroken emotions, the blue stank came out of the vent. It possessed his guitar, giving it blue lightning streaks.

Suddenly, he could play great despite the fact he was terrible earlier.

"My power gave him what he wanted. Now he will give me what I need: chaos!" He laughs manically, the rat rocking out next to him.


Everyone is surrounding the red carpet as Heidi is standing in front of the LeVander poster. "Me-Mail Sup-date! It's your girl Hiddle Diddle with the Rumor Report: LeVander will be joined on stage by three very special guests!" She holds up three fingers, pressing a finger to her ear. "Deet leak! The V.S.G.s are rolling up to the red carpet as we speak!"

They look to see a panting Randy biking up to the end of the red carpet. Howard is biking next to him as Amy comes up, exhausted.

"This is awful."

"Shoulda taken the bus. Definitely shoulda taken the bus." Howard glances to everyone else and gets a nervous look.

"Uh, guys?" He murmurs to get their attention, and they look to see a shocked Heidi. The crowd cheers for the three and they quickly take off their helmets, getting off their bikes. They pose for the cameras together.

"No. Honkin'. Way," Heidi shakes her head in disbelief.

"Hi Heidi," Amy waves at her in a friendly way.

"Sorry, love. No time for chit-chat. Got a gig to play," Howard answers in a fake British accent, closing her mouth with his hand.

"Bruce accent, mate," Randy comments as they walk past her in a fake British accent as well.

"Yours could use some work," Howard tells him, earning a pout and crossed arms.

"I'm not even gonna try," Amy shakes her head slowly.

"But you could totally do an accent," Randy gives a puppy eyed look.

"Oui, mais je parle couramment francais," She replies without hesitation, Howard blinking in confusion.

"That's not how you do an Australian accent."

"Ugh," She and Randy both facepalm.

The cameras flash and Howard stands in front of his taller friends, striking a pose. Randy stands in front of him, blocking his way as someone takes his picture. Then he brings Amy close and wraps an arm around her, giving a peace sign.

"What are you three wonkin' around out 'ere for?" LeVander steps up to the trio. "Let's rock!"

Soon, he's up on stage. "Ladies and ge'l'men! It gives me great pleasure to bring to the stage, three of me old bandmates, Randy, Howard, and Amelia!"

Spotlights appear as they're introduced, Amy standing at LeVander's left side next to Randy. Howard is at the right. He claps his hands as he steps forward.

"This is so much Brucer than playing at Greg's Rock Hole!" Randy comments in awe to the two.

"It's all happening, guys!" Howard shakes with excitement.

"I still think we shouldn't be here," Amy whispers to them while holding a golden microphone. "When has anything like this ever happened to us?"

"Shut it, Smith," Howard points at her threateningly.

"Two! Three! Four!" Randy counts off.

" 'Old on, 'old on!" LeVander stops the performance before it even starts.

"Oh, why can I never get past 2-3-4?" Randy complains at this.

"I told you you're doing it wrong," Howard states to the two and they both groan.

"Unless you become a vocal coach or you know one, I'll let you tell me how to sing," Amy turns around to him in irritation.

"Little change of plans, boy-o's," LeVander looks to the boys, tilting his glasses and puckering his lips at Amy. She has a look of disgust on her face at how smug he sounds. He then turns around back to the crowd. "What do you say, I kick these two shoobs outta me band and sing a love duet with Amy 'ere?"

The audience laughs as Amy gasps, glancing over her shoulder. "Ah...huh?" The two don't seem to get it as Randy chuckles. "What shoobs?"

"You shoobs! Randy and Howard!" LeVander makes this clear, to the horror of the boys. "They're real shoobs, ain't they?" He laughs, and the crowd laughs along with him in approval. He steps up to the boys, pushing past Amy a little as he looks them in the eye. "That's right, I'm kicking you out. But I'm keeping your little songbird here. How's that feel, bad? Bet it feels bad."

"What?!" Amy screeches in disbelief. She knew he was up to something, but she didn't think he'd go this far.

"So...you became a world-famous rock star just so you ask us to join your band, just so you could kick us out of your band?" Randy asks slowly.

"Exactly!" He clenches his fists. "Revenge! Shoobs!" Then he puts the accent back on. "Now if you'll excuse me, I 'ave a rock 'n' roll show to play." He walks right back to Amy's side as the two boys look very embarrassed. Two guards come in and take them away.

"My fame! I left my fame out there!" Howard tries to go back on stage, but it probably wouldn't do him much good. LeVander just waves smugly and the two are tossed face-first off the stage. "You gotta give it to the kid. That was some plan. In our face. Even Smith didn't see it coming."

"Let's say we rock it, eh, love?" LeVander grabs Amy's arm and she snatches it away. She clenches her fists as she glares at him.

"If you think I'm gonna sing with you, then you're the shoob, not them! I can't believe you did that!"

"People love us, Amy. Who cares about them? Those guys are only holding you back from fame...from us," He wiggles his eyebrows, stepping forward to her. She then kicks him where the sun doesn't shine and runs off.

"Guys!" Amy jumps off the stage, jumping up and hugging Randy. He blinks in shock but then smiles, wrapping his arms around her. "Guy's a jerk. I'm sorry he was so mean to you."

"You mean you don't want the fame?" Randy asks her in confusion.

"I'd take you over fame and LeVander any day," She smiles up at him. He returns the gesture and they're about to kiss when Howard clears his throat.

"Standing right here."

They pull away awkwardly. "Three months ago, LeVander was a terrible guitar player. Now he rocks?" Randy couldn't help but ask. "What happened? And why am I just asking this now?"

"It is kind of weird, now that I think about it," Amy rubs her chin. "I didn't really notice it until now. With the way he sounded, there's no way he could learn to play the way he does now in three months. Especially when he's blind to how bad he is."

LeVander plays a rock solo perfectly, blue stank sparking from his guitar. It starts to take over his body, which the two notice.

"Blue stank? W.T.J?" He raises a brow in confusion.

"Blue stank...it must've been the reason why he can play like this now," Amy turns to him. As LeVander continues playing, the glow gets brighter. His body starts sparking and then he turns into a literal lightning streak. The crowd gasps at his new appearance, going quiet. They all scream and run away, but he keeps playing.

The Sorcerer hums as he bops his head, his green orbs flying around him. He's listening to the screams of fear from the people. "Mmm, I love this song. It's the kind of chaos you can really get down to." He laughs evilly as more fireworks go off behind him.

"Amelia will be MINE!"

"Seriously, what is it about Amy that gets the attention of creepy dudes?" Howard asks with crossed arms, earning a gasp from Randy and a mortified look from Amy. "What? It just has me wonder."

"That is such a horrible question..." Amy mutters before she and Randy nod at each other.

"Smoke bomb!" The two appear on opposite sides of LeVander. He gasps at Kunoichi in front of him and then looks to see Ninja behind him.

"Sorry, LeVander, but this ain't our jam. Ninja rings!" He tosses them, but with his guitar, LeVander scorches them to bits. "Huh?"

"Remind me not to touch him with my hair, then," Kunoichi holds her hair protectively. She then tosses her shuriken, but gets the same result. "Uh oh." He blasts at Ninja with his guitar, but he flips out of the way. Kunoichi flips over him and lands on all fours. Ninja slides to a stop from another attack as she backflips, standing up fully. He pulls out his sword and uses that to deflect the blows. Kunoichi pulls out her fans, spinning around and blocking.

"The rock is strong with this one," Ninja's eyes widen.

"Whoo!" A rock fan still in the crowd barely dodges an attack as he seems to be enjoying this. "Yeah! Yes!"

LeVander growls as he launches another attack. "H'oh, boy!" Ninja murmurs in dismay, and their weapons are knocked right out of their hands.

"Ah, yeah!" The rock fan in the audience gets blasted off his seat. The two partners slide to a stop, right near the keytar. The golden microphone is farther away. They look at LeVander, his power getting stronger by his playing.

"We have to use his power against him," Kunoichi turns to her partner. "Appeal to him."

He sees the keytar and then looks to the microphone. "Sometimes you gotta fight rock with rock!" He gets onto his feet as Kunoichi flings her hair.

"Is that gonna work?" Howard asks from behind.

"Maybe," Ninja narrows his eyes as her hair catches the microphone and she pulls back, the object flying in the air. She lifts up her arm and catches the microphone. The two power up into their fire and lightning forms. "Ha! Make that Tengu fireball!"

He fires a fire blast with his keytar as Kunoichi holds up the microphone to her lips.

Blind devotion, empty notions

Yay

Yay

She blasts a lightning strike from her body, hitting him again. He slides back from the blasts. He then strikes back with a powerful chord. Howard yelps and ducks out of the way. The two do splits onto the ground, and the blast hits a guard's sandwich. This sends lettuce and tomato on his face, before the sandwich is disintegrated.

Ninja plays arpeggio, kicking his leg up in the air.

Like a roaring ocean, slowing motion

Yay

Yay

Kunoichi points her hand and sends more lightning to him. LeVander fires back with a blast that touches her own, and they clash before shorting out. Ninja slides to the left while she spins to the right. He flips and weaves his fingers on the keytar.

Lay down your troubled mind

We are only kind

Kunoichi continues singing as LeVander is playing the same tune as Ninja, and both of them are playing at fast speeds.

And we'll kindly cease to be

As we intertwine with the universe

And its cosmic symphony

The two players increase tempo, competing with each other to see who can best match Kunoichi's voice. The two partners fire their blasts and they join together so that they can clash with LeVander's blast. They all glare at each other.

The smoke lingers after fire

Kunoichi starts to sweat a little before the music stops, as does the clashing. The two power down, panting. "We can't beat him. He's too fast. He rocks too hard."

Doodle music notes appear around them and he gasps. Two broken halves make a heart in front of LeVander.

"The wrong not righted pays back ten-fold." Doodle bats fly out of the heart. "We have to right this wrong..." He drops his keytar as Kunoichi drops the microphone. Seeing that they're unarmed, he fires another blast, knocking them back.

"Ninja! Kunoichi! Nooooo!" Howard holds his head in agony.

"Ninja, Kunoichi, yes!" The Sorcerer cries out in victory. Howard starts crying, but Randy and Amy walk back up to him. He then sees them standing in front of him.

"Oh, hey. I thought you were dead."

"We started this, Howard. Well, you and me, not Ames," He rubs his neck awkwardly. "We have to stop it. LeVander!"

He turns around to the trio. "Play with us," Randy picks up his keytar with a small smile. "For realzies."

"And I'm sorry I can't return your feelings, but I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt you," Amy gestures to herself. "Well, at least Randy."

"Let's jam," Randy declares to the two, pointing to Howard.

"Ohh..." He says in realization, tapping his sticks together. "Two! Three! Four! That's how you do it, by the way."

"That's exactly how I do it!" Randy exclaims in disbelief.

"Guys," Amy gives them a look to start playing. They do so and LeVander plays, blue stank coming from the top of his guitar. Randy gasps nervously, but Amy gestures for them to continue. Howard looks just as anxious.

Blind devotion, empty notions

Yay

Yay

"C'mon, LeVander, rock with us!" Randy encourages him.

Like a roaring ocean, slowing motion

Yay

Yay

"And that's how the song should be sung!" Howard points at her.

"She's been singing it that way the whole time!" Randy rolls his eyes. LeVander's eyes soften as he sees the trio rocking out and then smiles.

The smoke lingers after fire

He plays along and then slowly turns back to normal, to his former self. He's still a terrible player, though.

The Sorcerer sighs as the blue stank comes back to the lair, and his orbs fall in front of him. "I prefer the old stuff."

LeVander continues playing, rocking out to himself. Amy stops singing, staring at him. "Oh, this is worse than the monster!" Randy looks at him painfully.

"I'm on it," Howard steps forward, grabs his guitar, and then smashes it on stage. "And...there you go," He hands it back to LeVander proudly.

"While I would've just taken it...thanks, I guess?" Amy asks slowly, feeling awkward.

"What happened?" He holds his head, no longer having an accent. "The last thing I remember is you kicking me out of your band, particularly after I wanted to ask out Amy."

"That about sums it up," Howard glances up at Randy knowingly, and the top end of the guitar literally falls out of disappointment. "Alright, let's get outta here. This sweet fro's givin' me a neck ache."

"Not yet, Howard," Randy turns to the boy. "There's one more thing we gotta do..."


And so, they stand in front of the crowd at Greg's Game Hole. "I can't believe we're doing this," Howard grumbles next to him. Amy is standing in front of them, microphone stand ready.

"We're paying him back ten-fold."

"And he deserves it," Amy glares at Howard over her shoulder.

"Why are you looking at me? He's the one who friend-zoned LeVander from you!" He points up at his friend. "And who's gonna pay us back?"

"Put your hands together for 30 Seconds to Math, with special guest, the formerly-British LeVander Hart, right skee-now," Greg announces, gesturing to Amy.

"Two! Three! Four!"

One note plays, and the power goes out. "What. The. Juice?!"

"I know! The one time you get it right."

Amy turns on her flashlight from her phone, waving it in the air. Other people start doing the same, giving the band enough light to give the place a soft glow.

"Nice one, Ames!"

She grins and they finally begin the show.

Angel: The song in here is Stardust from T & Sugah, one of my favorites!