Disclaimer: You know, I only have 2 reviews for this story. I'm hurt. Oh, did I own the past three? I own the Goth guys. Lyrics are from AFI Sing the Sorrow and Linkin Park Meteora.

Concert

"Come on," Rogue said. "It's just up here."
Scott followed the teenage girl through the shrubs until he could see the old missionary building. There were some strange sounds that sounded familiar to Scott but it didn't register.
They crept closer, there were a lot of lights, Professor Herald was there shaking his head.
"Come on," Scott said. "Let's go get the Professor."
Rogue nodded and headed back to the school with Scott.

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Miseria Cantare- The Beginning by AFI

Logan and the goths: [Love, your hate, your faith lost, you are now, on, of us]
Adema: Nothing from nowhere I'm no one at all. Radiate. Recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
All: Incinerate!
Adema: Nothing from nowhere I'm no one t all. Radiate. Recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
All: Incinerate!
Logan and the goths: [Love, your hate, your, faith lost, you, are now, one, of us]

Professor, Scott, Strom and Rogue stood by the trees as they watched Adema and the others go over it again correcting themselves and laughing at each other.
Professor scanned the area. Professor Herald had brought the electric piano, a bass guitar, an electric guitar, and drums to the old missionary ruins. Kurt had helped teleport the equipment up into the ruins in parts specially stabilized for the weight of the instruments. The goths and Logan were playing the instruments as Adema took the front mike and sang.

Bleed Black by AFI

Adema: I am exploring the inside. I find it desolate. I do implore these confines, now as they penetrate, "Recreate me". I'm hovering throughout the time. I crumble in these days. I crumble; I cannot find reflection in these days.
All: If you listen
Adema: If you listen
All: listen close
Adema: Beat by beat
All: you can heart stops Adema: I save the pieces All: when they broke Adema: and ground them all to dust!
Adema: I am destroyed by the inside. I disassociate. I hope to destroy the outside. It will alleviate and elevate me. Like water flowing into lungs, I'm flowing thought these days. As morphine tears deadened veins I'm numbing in these days. So.
All: If you listen
Adema: If you listen
All: listen close
Adema: Beat by beat
All: you can heart stops Adema: I save the pieces All: when they broke Adema: and ground them all to dust! Adema: I know, what died, that night, it can never be brought back to life, once again I know, I know I died that night and I can never be brought back to life once again I know.
All: If you listen
Adema: If you listen
All: listen close
Adema: Beat by beat
All: you can heart stops Adema: I save the pieces All: when they broke Adema: and ground them all to dust!

Adema moved his hand across his throat and Professor Herald cut the power to the music, the missionary was thrown into sudden silence.
"Okay guys," Adema smiled. "Thanks."
"Wait," Logan protested. "Is that all we're going to do?" he was smiling and completely happy with the bass guitar.
"Yeah," Adema nodded. "Why? You want to do more?"
"Yeah, I mean, this is for the Professor and Storm and Scott I say we should do more songs!"
"Yeah," the other goths protested.
"Okay, you get some more songs lined up and we'll do it." Adema nodded.
"Okay then!" they jeered and ran down toward Professor Herald and Kurt.
"Hey," Elias pointed to Kurt. "Can you use."
Adema turned and starred over at the trees for a long tense moment as Elias asked Kurt about DJ scratcher/mix.
"Yeah, teach me, I am a fast learner." Kurt nodded with a grin.
"Hear that Adema? Now we can do Linkin Park."
Adema squinted; he was so sure he saw something move over there. "Yeah, sure, okay."
"Adema?" Eric, another goth asked. "What's up man?"
Adema looked over at him. "Nothing."
Eric nodded twirling his drumsticks and walked over to Elias and Kurt.
Adema looked back at the trees and shot the 'thing' a mean look and turned back to look at some lyrics.
"Hey guys," Adema sighed. "I think our cover was blown."

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At breakfast the next morning the band stayed together sealing themselves off from everyone else who seemed to be watching them intently. Rumors had spread that the band was plotting deaths. Adema smiled when he overheard some younger student whispering about it.
They went over their lyrics, Adema was to be the main vocals, Elias would be vocals two for some songs, and everyone else was the background vocals when they were needed. Logan played the Bass, Eric was drums, Kurt was mixer, Elias was electric guitar and Zen was electric keyboard.
They got together after every class and switched papers saying what they thought would be good music and what order to play it in.

"Okay you guys, we got our songs," Adema said at lunch. "It's AFI's The Beginning, Bleed Black, The Great Disappointment, Death of Seasons and This Time Imperfect. Then we have Linkin Park's Breaking the Habit, Papercut, Somewhere I Belong and Faint and Numb. That's it, no more."
"Just two bands?" Logan asked. "Okay, you're the kids," he shrugged. "Who's AFI anyway?"
Adema looked at him.
"I'm not saying their bad, I really like what I've seen so far, I just never heard of them."
"Their cool." Elias said shrugged.
"And Linking Park is the next best-if not the best!" Zen said.
Adema shrugged. "I like them both." He looked down at the papers. "Okay, what's the order?"

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In choir class Adema glared at Rogue as he took his seat by Elias.
"Okay class, I want you to watch this movie and write a report about the how the different music of different eras helped to." Professor Herald thought for a moment. "Inspired this film to life."
The class turned completely toward the wide screen TV and watched as the Moulin Rouge came on.
Then Elias, Adema and Professor Herald went over the list in the hallway.

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At dinner that night Adema skidded into the dining room and rushed over to where the band was sitting.
"I got it!" he declared. "Okay, I have revised this list a million times over, we all have... and I came up with this! First, Somewhere I belong then Papercut, Faint, The Beginning The Great Disappointment, Breaking the Habit, Bleed Black, Death of Seasons, Numb, This Time Imperfect."
"Sounds good." Elias said.
"Sure," Zen nodded eating his baby back ribs.
"Okay," Eric nodded. "Now when do we perform?"
Adema looked over at Scott and shook his head. "I don't know."

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Adema opened his eyes slightly but did not moved, he kept his breathing slow, just like he taught himself to do when he lived out of the streets in the past month. He knew he'd be faced with having to use his skills sooner or later. Skills he acquired by teaching himself, waking up but making it look like he was still asleep, creepy around buildings without a so much as a peep. He strove to become better at his new skills. He would break into homes without triggering the alarm and he would go room to room watching the occupants sleep. Then he'd slip out again and he was good enough that no one would ever know he was there.
But right now he was awake, and as he kept clam to seem still asleep he observed the room with his ears and nose trying to discover what it was that woke him in the first place.
Eric, Elias and Zen were still sleeping. but the door was open. He took in a paced breath and examined the air particles and noted a slight perfume he normally wouldn't smell in this room. He heard another person breathing; this breath was not paced and slow like a sleeping person, but more nervous and shallow.
With slightly opened eyes he looked around and caught a glimpse of Rogue standing in the shadow beside his bed.
"What do you want Rogue?" he whispered.
Rogue gasped, her hands flew over her mouth before she could let out a shriek.
"You're not suppose to be in here and you know that." He propped himself up on his shoulders.
She starred at him; he was wearing a tang top and no gloves. "I needed to talk to you."
"What?" he asked. "About the rumors you started about us plotting to kill people or about spying in us the other night when we were rehearsing? How many people where with you Rogue?"
She looked down, "I thought I heard you and Elias talking about killing the Professor."
"No, we were talking about how we wanted to throw a killer concert for the Professor and the rest for all they have done for us, for what he's done for me."
Rogue nodded. "Oh, I'm sorry."
Adema climbed out of bed and pulled off his tang top and put on a long sleeve tight shirt and some pants. He pulled on some socks and his gloves then handed his trench coat to her.
"What?"
"Shh," Adema smiled. "Follow me."
They crept downstairs to the dining room where Adema slid a window open and pulled off the screen. They crawled outside and Adema lead her toward the missionary.

When they got there Adema showed Rogue around the place. All the equipment and instruments then he showed her the song list.
"We are going to throw a concert, since we don't have enough money to have these bands come in person, we are going to play the music."
Rogue nodded. "I see."
Adema smiled and led her to the back of the missionary ruins to a pile of pillows and blankets where he used to sleep.
He turned to her wrapping his arms around her and pulled her down to the blankets where they tangled themselves together without touching skin to skin.
Soon they drifted into sleep, entangled in themselves and lost in their feelings.