A/N: *sniffs* I don't know how much longer this story is going to be, I might write a sequel to it, but that depends on how I end this story. Well, on to chapter 21.
The performers took their rightful positions and waited for the spotlights, before they started to play. The spotlights came on and Lucius stepped forward.
"Well, another song is coming up, it's called Youth of The Nation and it's really by a group called P.O.D., if you care." Lucius cleared his throat and they started the song.
"Last day of the rest of my life, I wish I would've known, 'cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye. I didn't tell her that I loved her, how much I cared, or thank my pops for all the talks, and all the wisdom he shared. Unaware, I just did what I always do, everyday, the same routine before I skate off to school. But, who knew that this day wasn't like the rest; instead of taking a test I took two to the chest. Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming. Everybody was running, but I couldn't hear nothing, Except gun blasts, it happened so fast I don't really know this kid even though I sit by him in class. Maybe this kid was reaching out for love, or maybe for a moment he forgot who he was, or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged. Whatever it was, I know it's because, we are, we are, (We are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) youth of the nation. Little Suzy, she was only twelve. She was given the world, with every chance to excel. Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell. She might act kind of proud, but no respect for herself. She finds love in all the wrong places. The same situations, just different faces. Changed up her pace since her daddy left her. Too bad he never told her, she deserved much better. Johnny boy always played the fool. He broke all the rules so you would think he was cool. He was never really one of the guys. No matter how hard he tried, often thought of suicide. It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends. He put his life to an end, they might remember him then. You cross the line and there's no turning back. Told the world how he felt, with the sound of a gat. We are, we are, (We are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) youth of the nation. Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim? No matter what you say, it don't take away the pain, that I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies. Don't nobody know why, it's the blind leading the blind. I guess that's the way the story goes. Will it ever make sense? Somebody's got to know. There's got to be more to life than this. There's got to be more to everything, I thought exists." Then on the screen was a bunch of teenagers helping with the end of the song. "We are, we are, the youth of the nation. We are, we are, youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are, we are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are, we are) youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are, we are) the youth of the nation (the youth of the nation). We are, we are, (We are, we are) youth of the nation (youth of the nation). We are, we are, (We are, we are) youth of the nation (youth of the nation). We are, we are, (We are, we are) the youth of the nation (the youth of the nation). We are, we are, (We are, we are) youth of the nation (youth of the nation). We are... Youth of the nation. We are... Youth of the nation. We are... Youth of the nation. We are..." Lucius song went off with a bang and the crowed cheered as Sirius stepped up to help with the next song which he announced was Bubblegoose by Wyclef Jean.
"When I was young, Mama played a guitar. A microphone and she said I'd go far. She said, 'Just keep all the lyrics hardcore.' Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my..." then Lucius took over, but the music became all tripped out. "Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck. I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go." Sirius took over again with the chorus. "Sit right back and you'll hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way. He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed. Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof. One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be at the party getting loose, but can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose." Lucius then took over again with Sirius helping him out. "Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next? Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress. I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff. The operator say, 'If you accept, say yes.' 'Yes, what's the deal, son?' 'Yo I got bad news.' Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues. 'The friends will make you, then too can break you. They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu.' 'Who?' 'You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu?' 'Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losing you.' 'Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...' 'Uh-huh.' 'Who used to sell bang.' 'Uh-huh.' 'DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...' 'What?' 'In a plastic bag with a note attached.' 'Saying what?' 'A million and a half or he won't be back.' 'So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp.' 'If not at the funeral, you gotta play the harp.' Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part? Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke. Traffic backed up, who's in town, the pope? S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left. To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck." Then Sirius started the chorus again. "Sit right back and you'll hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way. He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed. Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof. One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be at the party getting loose, but can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose." Then Luc took over with the second verse. "You're shooting in the opposite position. I'm thinking, 'should I fire or hold back my ammunition on your wig transition?' My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love, but all you screwed mugs got me wearing black gloves. You up in my face, I see fear in your eyes. You wanna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised. Shalom, Shalom, pardon my left, but my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death. You provoke the cycle, call Michael. You're looking in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh, oh. You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple, like the colour, you holler, balling for your mother. No one you even though you knock. You used to walk around the block with the daily rock. Things done changed since your spark got hot. Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock." Then the music changed from the freaky music of before and Sirius ended the song. "Sit right back and you'll hear a tale of a hustler around my way. He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed. Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof. One night, he jumped out the car, and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be witcha girl getting loose, but you can catch a bullet in your goose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be at the party getting loose, but you can catch a bullet in your goose." Sirius bowed at the cheers and the next clip on the screen started playing. It seemed to be of Harry and Draco when they were babies and were being taken care of by the band. The two boys who were quite embarrassed by this had to laugh as well as it was quite cute. They all made their way back to the garage. Percy was up and lounging on the couch and smiled up as they all entered.
"Hey, Percy!" Harry said and went over to him. "Ron wants to see you after the show."
"I would expect he does." Percy laughed and adjusted his wire-framed glasses. Harry took a seat next to him and yawned, it had been a long day.
"So what song are you singing?" He asked turning his head to meet Percy's eyes.
"My December, by Linkin Park." Percy replied and looked into the flames. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked looking back to him. Harry nodded a smile crept onto his face.
"It's really fun." Draco said sitting on the other side of Percy. "And you're really good Percy, why didn't you take it up as a profession?"
"It was mainly because I didn't want my dad to be disappointed in the fact that no one would follow in his foot-steps. Bill went to Egypt, Charlie went to Romania, Fred and George are going to open up that joke shop and I don't know about Ron or Ginny, I mean they don't talk to me. So really I was the only one with out a choice. It's bad enough I'm gay." He sighed, "I really hate my job." Severus then sat down next to his nephew.
"How did you discover he could sing uncle?" Harry asked looking up into the youthful face of the head of Slytherin.
"Well, Percy was in his fifth year and I sent him off into detention, helping me clean the lab, well, he started singing and he had the most amazing voice, he just needed some coaching."
"So from that day on, Severus gave me private music lessons." He smiled up at Sev, who smiled back. Lucius then came over and broke up the little chat.
"It's time. You ready Percy?" Percy nodded, stood, and led the way out of the garage for the second last song of the night.
A/N: Yes, sadly it is the second last song. But not that's not the last chapter oh no! There is more chapters to come, but we are coming to a close. Send in those reviews!
The performers took their rightful positions and waited for the spotlights, before they started to play. The spotlights came on and Lucius stepped forward.
"Well, another song is coming up, it's called Youth of The Nation and it's really by a group called P.O.D., if you care." Lucius cleared his throat and they started the song.
"Last day of the rest of my life, I wish I would've known, 'cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye. I didn't tell her that I loved her, how much I cared, or thank my pops for all the talks, and all the wisdom he shared. Unaware, I just did what I always do, everyday, the same routine before I skate off to school. But, who knew that this day wasn't like the rest; instead of taking a test I took two to the chest. Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming. Everybody was running, but I couldn't hear nothing, Except gun blasts, it happened so fast I don't really know this kid even though I sit by him in class. Maybe this kid was reaching out for love, or maybe for a moment he forgot who he was, or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged. Whatever it was, I know it's because, we are, we are, (We are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) youth of the nation. Little Suzy, she was only twelve. She was given the world, with every chance to excel. Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell. She might act kind of proud, but no respect for herself. She finds love in all the wrong places. The same situations, just different faces. Changed up her pace since her daddy left her. Too bad he never told her, she deserved much better. Johnny boy always played the fool. He broke all the rules so you would think he was cool. He was never really one of the guys. No matter how hard he tried, often thought of suicide. It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends. He put his life to an end, they might remember him then. You cross the line and there's no turning back. Told the world how he felt, with the sound of a gat. We are, we are, (We are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are) youth of the nation. Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim? No matter what you say, it don't take away the pain, that I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies. Don't nobody know why, it's the blind leading the blind. I guess that's the way the story goes. Will it ever make sense? Somebody's got to know. There's got to be more to life than this. There's got to be more to everything, I thought exists." Then on the screen was a bunch of teenagers helping with the end of the song. "We are, we are, the youth of the nation. We are, we are, youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are, we are) the youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are, we are) youth of the nation. We are, we are, (We are, we are) the youth of the nation (the youth of the nation). We are, we are, (We are, we are) youth of the nation (youth of the nation). We are, we are, (We are, we are) youth of the nation (youth of the nation). We are, we are, (We are, we are) the youth of the nation (the youth of the nation). We are, we are, (We are, we are) youth of the nation (youth of the nation). We are... Youth of the nation. We are... Youth of the nation. We are... Youth of the nation. We are..." Lucius song went off with a bang and the crowed cheered as Sirius stepped up to help with the next song which he announced was Bubblegoose by Wyclef Jean.
"When I was young, Mama played a guitar. A microphone and she said I'd go far. She said, 'Just keep all the lyrics hardcore.' Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my..." then Lucius took over, but the music became all tripped out. "Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck. I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go." Sirius took over again with the chorus. "Sit right back and you'll hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way. He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed. Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof. One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be at the party getting loose, but can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose." Lucius then took over again with Sirius helping him out. "Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next? Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress. I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff. The operator say, 'If you accept, say yes.' 'Yes, what's the deal, son?' 'Yo I got bad news.' Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues. 'The friends will make you, then too can break you. They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu.' 'Who?' 'You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu?' 'Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losing you.' 'Hey yo, your cousin Rohann...' 'Uh-huh.' 'Who used to sell bang.' 'Uh-huh.' 'DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...' 'What?' 'In a plastic bag with a note attached.' 'Saying what?' 'A million and a half or he won't be back.' 'So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp.' 'If not at the funeral, you gotta play the harp.' Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part? Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke. Traffic backed up, who's in town, the pope? S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left. To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck." Then Sirius started the chorus again. "Sit right back and you'll hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way. He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed. Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof. One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be at the party getting loose, but can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose." Then Luc took over with the second verse. "You're shooting in the opposite position. I'm thinking, 'should I fire or hold back my ammunition on your wig transition?' My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love, but all you screwed mugs got me wearing black gloves. You up in my face, I see fear in your eyes. You wanna feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised. Shalom, Shalom, pardon my left, but my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death. You provoke the cycle, call Michael. You're looking in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh, oh. You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple, like the colour, you holler, balling for your mother. No one you even though you knock. You used to walk around the block with the daily rock. Things done changed since your spark got hot. Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock." Then the music changed from the freaky music of before and Sirius ended the song. "Sit right back and you'll hear a tale of a hustler around my way. He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed. Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof. One night, he jumped out the car, and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be witcha girl getting loose, but you can catch a bullet in your goose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be at the party getting loose, but you can catch a bullet in your goose." Sirius bowed at the cheers and the next clip on the screen started playing. It seemed to be of Harry and Draco when they were babies and were being taken care of by the band. The two boys who were quite embarrassed by this had to laugh as well as it was quite cute. They all made their way back to the garage. Percy was up and lounging on the couch and smiled up as they all entered.
"Hey, Percy!" Harry said and went over to him. "Ron wants to see you after the show."
"I would expect he does." Percy laughed and adjusted his wire-framed glasses. Harry took a seat next to him and yawned, it had been a long day.
"So what song are you singing?" He asked turning his head to meet Percy's eyes.
"My December, by Linkin Park." Percy replied and looked into the flames. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked looking back to him. Harry nodded a smile crept onto his face.
"It's really fun." Draco said sitting on the other side of Percy. "And you're really good Percy, why didn't you take it up as a profession?"
"It was mainly because I didn't want my dad to be disappointed in the fact that no one would follow in his foot-steps. Bill went to Egypt, Charlie went to Romania, Fred and George are going to open up that joke shop and I don't know about Ron or Ginny, I mean they don't talk to me. So really I was the only one with out a choice. It's bad enough I'm gay." He sighed, "I really hate my job." Severus then sat down next to his nephew.
"How did you discover he could sing uncle?" Harry asked looking up into the youthful face of the head of Slytherin.
"Well, Percy was in his fifth year and I sent him off into detention, helping me clean the lab, well, he started singing and he had the most amazing voice, he just needed some coaching."
"So from that day on, Severus gave me private music lessons." He smiled up at Sev, who smiled back. Lucius then came over and broke up the little chat.
"It's time. You ready Percy?" Percy nodded, stood, and led the way out of the garage for the second last song of the night.
A/N: Yes, sadly it is the second last song. But not that's not the last chapter oh no! There is more chapters to come, but we are coming to a close. Send in those reviews!
