Disclaimer: I do not own MIB, TPD, and CrazyNut2002 helped me with this story. This fic would not exist but for the Freaky Fic project, 2002. Which I happen to co-own with CrazyNut2002.

A/N It's 11:50pm. I can't think straight. Why do I always write late at night? Night... time of the drow. Time of the assassin. Something like that, from one of R.A. Salvatore's books. Is anyone liking my fic so far? Please say you do, all of my stories are totally different, and SOMEONE has got to like one of them! Umm... feel free to dance? laugh? and review. I can't remember what it was. Told you, it's late.

Chapter 3- Lars's first encounter with Aliens

The figure on stage bowed. Apologetically, or formally, I could not decide. Ladies and Gentlemen, sorry, but Westlife is unable to attend. Instead, Will Smith will be performing tonight.

~J's POV~
I was rather pleased with myself. I'd managed to come up with a name so quickly.

~Lars's POV~
Will Smith, Westlife, it doesn't make a difference to me, except perhaps Will Smith sounds a bit more normal. The princess, however, (at my side) perked up. I guess she likes Will better than West. Whatever.. teenagers. I'll never get them.

That Will guy started singing some wild west song. Obviously, no one was very disappointed, because everyone began to dance! The princess included! Deciding that I had better blend into the crowd, I tried my best to sway from side to side, only quickly, and in rhythm... can we just leave it at I failed miserably? They really should include dancing in the bodyguard requirements.

Besides, what is with these singers nowadays, anyway? Will, Wild, West, Life, and an excessive usage of the word, Love'. Rebels. Just because they have been denied usage fo one teeny weeny four lettered word, they come up with so many more to spite the decent folk.

By the time that Will dude got to the last song, he was sweating, and I wondered why he didn't remove those shades. But was he ever up to the task, making it a brilliant masterpiece. I even forgot myself, and danced... properly! Like one of the screaming teenagers... the joy of being young has seeped into my bloodstream! This last, so fantastic song, was titled, Nod ya head'. Man, can that Will dance! He makes a bodyguard jealous!

Just as he was finishing the song, (it sounded like it, because he was slowing down) a young lady came up to him, screaming in apparent excitement.

And -no, I don't believe it- but it's true!- impossible!- I saw it myself- You're half mad from dancing- well, she turned into a hideous creature. She- it ran to Will, and began to claw at his face. Fearing for the princess, I automatically retrieved my phoenix, and flipped it to grenade toss. Aiming quickly, I fired a grenade straight into the... thing's mouth. Pretty good shot, if I do say so myself. It exploded, with no one around hurt. I cooly blew the smoke from my phoenix, then pocketed it. Hey! Every bodyguard needs his fair share of publicity! Everyone stared at me.

The only damage done was to Will's glasses, but a young girl game up, and handed him her own shades. Will accepted them, and put them on. Then, casually, (as if all that had happened was normal!) he went back to his song. Everyone went back to their wild cheering and dancing, and seemed to have forgotten the strange incident, but I felt too sick to dance. At the end of the song, Will bowed.

Thank you all for listening to me instead of Westlife. Who, as I said, were unable to attend this concert. I hope most of you got your money's worth. He paused, then added, Please, all of you, take off your shades that I may take a photo of such a wonderful audience. Everyone complied, but I refused. As Will's gaze fell onto me, I stood defiant, and challenged him silently to make me remove my shades. However, Will seemed strangely pleased that I had chosen to retain my shades. I wonder why?

But I did not have time for pondering, because he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a shiny silver cylinder. Smile, everyone! He said, then flashed the strange device. In a bored tone, he told them, You have just watched a fabulous Will Smith concert, because the Westlife one was cancelled. Go home to your families, and take care of them. I rolled my eyes at the fabulous' bit. I wondered what he thought he was doing, as if they were even listening!... but, if not, why was the area so quiet? And why was everyone leaving?

Mia, too, was leaving, and as I turned to follow her, I felt someone catch hold of my arm. Agent J of the MIB, he said, please may I have a moment? I turned around to decline, when I saw who it was that had spoken.

Will Life.

A/N Yes, that was deliberate, and yes, it's supposed to be funny. [Laugh] It's also supposed to be a cliff-hanger, so in total, it's meant to be a funny cliff-hanger. Ok, got that? Good. I can't be bothered to write more, because it's 12:40am. Wow, took me that long to write a chapter!