"So I start the chorus, then Duet goes Our heads so filled with thought… Then Wufei goes Like a sky so filled with stars, you can't find a constellation?" Duo asked and scratched is head, looking at the music sheet.

"Yeah. Then Quatre picks up with And everyone's so sensitive to every bad vibration. Trowa takes it from there, then Heero, then the chorus, and blah, blah, blah…" Duet explained.

"Okay! I think I've got it!" Duo cried happily.

"Our hats off to you, Maxwell," Wufei sighed and opened the door as Quatre limo pulled up to the banquet hall. He helped Duet out and left the others to fend for themselves.

Duet had left her hair down as Quatre had suggested and everyone was wearing jackets over the outfits they were performing in. Duo even had a cute little blue bow at the end of his braid, courtesy of Duet. "Master Quatre, are you sure you don't want us to stay?" Avdol asked and stuck his head out the window.

"HEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRROOOOOOOO!" Relena cried from the top of the steps.

"Floor it!" Duo yelled.

"Get away while you still can!" Heero whispered harshly and the limo made a speedy exit.

"I'm so glad you could come! Even you, Duet!" Relena bubbled and proceeded to fawn over Heero. Duet mocked Relena behind her back and Duo and Quatre began to giggle. Trowa and Wufei snorted and Heero rolled his eyes. "What's so funny!?" Relena demanded and whirled on Duet who just whistled and rocked back and forth on her heels.

"The God of Death heard rumors of a banquet?" Duo grinned hopefully and Heero sighed helplessly.

"Oh, Miss Dorothy! How... are... you...?" Quatre smiled nervously and edged closer to the other pilots as the fork-browed girl approached.

"The Gundam pilots? Six? Did one of you bring a date?" Dorothy asked, obviously trying to hide her disappointment at the notion the new girl could possibly belong to Quatre.

"Oh, she's Duo's cousin or something," Relena replied and continued trying to carry on a conversation with Heero. Duo and Trowa held her back from strangling the pacifist.

"Duet is a Gundam pilot," Quatre explained once Duet had calmed down.

"Duet Maxine. Who are you?" she asked Dorothy and stuck out her hand.

"Dorothy Catalonia. It's a pleasure to meet one of the soldiers playing such a big part in the war," Dorothy smiled and shook her hand.

"I like you," Duet grinned and Quatre moaned audibly.

"Weaklings… Everywhere…" Wufei muttered under his breath. "

Have some punch!" Duet offered and shoved a cup into his hand.

"This is a sad, sad excuse for a party…" Duo whispered and cringed at the groups of old people scattered around the huge ballroom.

"Pacifists… Everywhere," Duet added, mimicking Wufei's disgusted tone.

"Where'd your friend go?" Trowa asked and looked around for Dorothy.

"Dunno. Where'd Quatre go?" Duet replied and sipped her own punch.

"Man, it's gonna be fun to rock these guys…" Duo smirked.

"I never thought politics were a good song topic until I heard that song…" Duet mused and sloshed the rest of her drink around.

"Hello, everyone. As you know, I am Relena Peacecraft. I welcome you all to this Benefit Banquet for Peace. All proceeds will go to the War Orphan Fund. We have the five Gundam pilots here today to show their support-"

"Actually, there are six, Miss Relena," Dorothy interrupted from somewhere across the room.

"I'm sorry, the six Gundam pilots. They are performing a song of their choice for your entertainment. Please keep in mind that every dollar you donate will help the children whose parents have died in the war," Relena finished.

"Well, that came about fifteen years too late," Duet remarked and the four headed towards the stage.

"Where're Heero and Quatre?" Wufei asked and sat at the drum set. He spun both sticks simultaneously and looked at the others.

"I'm right here, but I have no idea where Quatre is," Heero replied.

Duo stuck his head around the curtain and looked over the crowd. Dorothy had cornered him near the other end of the stage. "We need him now, Dorothy. You can have him back when we're done," he called and Quatre rushed to escape.

"Why are there two guitars?" Trowa asked and picked up one.

"I thought Heero could play one too," Relena smiled sweetly.

"Look, Heero. Just hold it and pretend you know what you're doing," Duet suggested as Heero poked at the instrument with his foot.

"Heero can play!" Relena protested.

"Cha, and you can pilot a Gundam!" Duet countered and Relena's features twisted in anger. "I *think* I know Heero a little better than you," she added and Relena was taken aback. Who did this girl think she was!? Relena stormed off stage and Duet laughed triumphantly.

Everyone took their positions while the curtain was closed. Quatre at the keyboard, Wufei on the drums, and Trowa and Heero on guitar. There was a little confusion as to what Heero should do with the second instrument, but Duo promised that wouldn't be a problem. That just made everyone else worry more.

"And now, here's the Gundam Wing Pilots performing "Politically Correct" by SR71…!" called someone on the other side of the curtain…

"I don't wanna do this!" Duet whined and clutched her microphone tighter as the curtains cracked open. Trowa shot her a sympathetic smile and shrugged. The curtains opened all the way and everyone froze for a moment. "Trowa! Quatre! Wufei! Start!!!" she hissed under her breath. The trio exchanged glances and Trowa's finger twitched. Someone out in the crowd coughed.

"C'mon, guys! I know you can do it!" Dorothy cheered. Relena shook her head hopelessly. Duo and Trowa began…

Duo: I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say, but when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway. And when I speak my mind, that's when we connect…! But that's not politically correct!

(Wufei and Quatre blasted their instruments and Trowa performed a little solo)

Duet: Your head's so filled with thought, you can't use your imagination!

(slows drumming)

Wufei: Like a sky so filled with stars, you can't find a constellation!

(Wufei does a solo, drumming resumes regular speed, and keyboard slows)

Quatre: And everyone's so sensitive, to any bad vibration!

(keyboard and guitar stop and Wufei plays louder)

(Duo holds mic for Trowa)

Trowa: We're so impressing while we're regressing…!

(Trowa and Quatre resume even louder)

Duo: I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say, but when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway!

(Quatre stops playing and Wufei gets louder. Trowa strikes the strings in rhythm)

Heero: (leans towards Duet's mic) There's nothing I believe in more than my own insignificance

Duet: (throws arm around Heero so they could share mic) So why does everybody think that my words can make a difference?

Wufei: (drum solo) I just don't have time to think up every social consequence…

(keyboard stops and drums keep pace while guitar thrums)

Quatre: I'll just keep on talking, and you keep applauding…

(Wufei does another solo and everyone stops for a second. Then, they resume and Duet backs up towards Trowa)

Duo: I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say, but when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway

All but Duo: Ahhh!

Duo: And if you spoke your mind you might feel more connected…

(Wufei keeps the beat and Trowa and Quatre drag out the notes)

Duo: Until… you… stand… po-li-tic-ally corrected!

(The boys crash back into an instrumental solo while Duo drags out the last note)

(Drums and guitar fall back into regular pace and Duo puts arm around Heero. They exchange looks when Heero begins)

Heero: You lean a to the left or the right but you can only see who's on you side.

All: Your side.

Duet: You look a little like a deer in the headlights, a little blind and hyp-no-tized…!

(Drum solo)

Wufei: So you conform with the best of intention, change comes from inside.

All: Inside.

(Duet gestures towards Trowa, holding the mic for him)

Trowa: And after all that's what this country was founded on, do nothing different just fall in line…

Heero and Duet: Line…

Quatre and Wufei: Li-ne!

(All instruments pause for a moment, then strike when Duo begins)

Duo: What happened-

(Pause and resume again)

Duet: To make us-

(Trowa slides in early and instruments join in again)

Trowa: So af-raid?

(Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei stop again, the resume when Wufei begins)

Wufei: You couldn't-

(pause and resume)

Quatre: Make a… decent MS today…

(Quatre and the instruments hold notes)

All: Nooo…!

(Music stops)

Heero: I destroyed an OZ base yesterday…

(All instruments resume)

All except Duo: I don't mean to piss you off…

Duo: I don't mean to piss you off…

All except Duo: With things I might say…

Duo: I don't mean to piss you off..

All except Duo: But when I try to shut my mouth…

Duo: But when I try to shut my mouth…

All except Duo: They come out anyway…

Duo: But when I try to shut my mouth…

All except Duo: And I don't mean to piss you o-o-off

Duo: And I don't mean to piss you off…

All except Duo: With things I might say

Duo: I don't mean to piss you off…

All except Duo: But when I try to shut my mo-o-outh…

All: they come out anyway!

Heero: Hey!

(The three instruments repeat the chorus line a few more times and faded out)

The six pilots stood on the stage for a few seconds and stared at the audience. The audience stared back. Finally, Dorothy stood up and began to clap. The entire room erupted with applause and whistles and every other manner of congratulatory response.

"It's over…" Duet sighed happily and Duo and Duet collapsed back-to-back. They slid into sitting positions and sat there panting.
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A/N: I love my job… *joins in raucous applause and throws roses which hit the wall, cluing me back into realtiy. Turns out I was throwing pencils… Hmmm… *megasuperhugesweatdrop*