Part Two: Aria

Chapter Three: The RockOut Prt. II

AN: The song 'Ghostfire' is taken from a band called Tiger Army. The Lyrics all belong to Nick13. I was intending to have all original songs, but I listened to it and it fit perfectly. I changed the description of the music a little, for those of you who pay attention to that sort of thing. The other songs are still by me.

Aria smiled confidently as she met Ian at the door to the club. He looked great, but different. Instead of his normally preppy attire, he had opted for long baggy shorts and a washed out tee. His blond his was up in spikes, and he smiled warmly at her.

"You look great," He exclaimed.

"Thanks," Stated Aria, knowing it was true. She had decided to take her mother's advice and had a clingy black skirt and a pink button-down shirt that was opened slightly. Her hair fell freely against her back. "You too."

He smirked and scratched the back of his neck, "Well, the party's not outside," He said offering her an arm in a mock chivalrous manner, "May I escort the lovely lady?"

She giggled and took his arm, "But of course."

The pair made their way through the crowd, a few girls and guys shooting glances their way. Aria lifted her chin and basked in it, she loved getting attention.

They made their way into the club, and Aria looked around in wonder, there was heavy music floating in the air. A lot of people were dancing wildly. Aria tried to stifle a gasp and failed miserably, it was the first time she had ever been to a club.

"First time?" Stated Ian, as if reading her mind.

Aria nodded, she looked up to the stage to see three guy musicians, and let her eyes linger on the guitarist. He was not her type, but extremely handsome nonetheless, and she couldn't take her eyes off him.

As if sensing the stare, his head turned and he shot her a puzzled glance. He let out a final rip-roaring scream to end the song he was playing.

"Is this the band you were talking about?" Aria asked Ian.

He shook his head, "Nope, but I hear they're good. They're called the Round Table."

Aria's gaze once again went to the singer, "Who's the guitarist?"

"That's Trysten Hatfield, he goes to our school."

Trysten spoke into the microphone, "Here's a slow song for all you couples out there." He said, his voice like a whisper. It was seductive and haunting at the same time, and Aria suddenly felt a strange infatuation with him.

A dawdling melodic beat came up, fueled heavily by minor chords like em, am, and dm, a perfect song to slow dance to.

"Wanna dance?" Asked Ian.

Aria nodded.

"Unseen to the eye, but ablaze in your heart.

It scorches from inside, just as it haunts.

It is unknown to young lovers, intoxicated by spring.

But when they feel its icy flame, they'll know everything."

Aria tried to suppress a laugh as Ian's foot fell on hers, "Not a great dancer I take it?" She asked light-heartedly.

He blushed, "No not really." He looked into her eyes, "Perhaps you should lead?"

Aria laughed out loud this time and nodded, "Definitely."

"It lives where love has died... This Ghostfire

Where poison flowers bloom, it sears from beyond sight

In the graveyard of promises, it burns right through the night.

Only a lover lost, burns in Ghostfire."

Aria's eyes once again drifted to the singer, an ominous chill spread through her.

Ian snorted, "I'm not that bad am I?"

Aria slowly shook her head, "It's just this song, its-"

"Creepy?" Supplied Ian.

She nodded, "It's like it's filled with raw pain."

Ian shrugged, "That's where most influence comes from I suppose."

She sighed, "Yeah."

"Lovers spurned who took their revenge, lie in cells tonight.

Once consumed they turn to ash, in it's cold blue light.

For those who can't take the pain-

They extinguish the spark of life.

For others it comforts, a companion in the night.

Only a lover lost, burns in Ghostfire."

The song ended on a slow arpeggio, between the chords A and G, which had an odd sound to it.

"Thank you, we're Round Table, and it's been fun!" Exclaimed the drummer into his mike.

A bunch of people cheered, most of which, Aria noticed with small amusement, were female. She turned her head to Ian to see his eyes shoot daggers.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Hm?" He said, startled.

"Well, you're acting like the drummer just ran over your dog." Replied Aria.

"Oh, that's Art. He's a real jerk." He stated sorely.

Aria knew enough to not press the subject, she looked back to the stage, "Oh no." She muttered.

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Riley was staring intently at Trysten as the band finished playing their set. The lyrics sounded identical to something called the Frigidus Ignis, or Cold Fire ceremony Jimena had warned them about. Her arms were crossed and she leaned casually against the wall, trying to make her amulet noticeable.

Imy was in the back, trying to warm up her voice, and had missed the song. But Riley and Twiggy were to the side, Twiggy talking and Riley ignoring. She narrowed her eyes as Trysten walked off the stage, was he a Follower?

Art was the first one off, he smiled hugely at Riley, "Hey where's that friend of yours?" He asked.

"In back." She said a little more coldly then she meant to.

Art looked at her with concern, "What's wrong?" he asked.

Riley sighed, "Nothing." She looked at him, "It's just been a long night."

Art nodded, feigning understanding, "I know what you mean. Anyways, got to run, get some rest." He said smirking as he went in the back to see Imy.

Lance simply nodded at her and made his way into the crowd. Trysten was last to reach the side area. When he did, he eyed Riley for the longest time, as if trying to figure out her distempered mood.

Trysten opened his mouth to speak, but Riley beat him, "Cold Fire? Interesting lyrics." She said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Um, thank you. But it's Ghostfire." He replied, grabbing a towel and wiping off his face.

"What's it about?" She asked in her quiet and direct way.

He sent her a look of pure bafflement, "My parents." He turned to her, "Why so curious?"

Riley felt waves of curiosity from him as well, and she began to feel a little flustered, she shrugged, still trying to play the part of fellow interested musician. "It's just a little unordinary to write something like that about your parents."

"Well," He said, a tiny grin on his face as if he thought it were a game, "My parents weren't exactly ordinary."

"How so?" Riley responded, her eyes trying to portray simple interest.

Trysten's grin spread to a smirk, "I'd tell you, but it looks like you need to play." He said, motioning to the rest (and already set up) of the band.

Riley paused, trying to get a reading of his emotions. At the moment, he seemed to be enjoying the silent battle, but she also noticed a tiny undertone of grief to it. Grief? That puzzled her. "Right." She said, turning to the stage.

Twiggy looked at her with obvious annoyance, "Why're you talking to that jerk?" He asked.

Riley rose an eyebrow and adjusted her amp, "Why not?"

Twiggy slowly shook his head, "I don't like them."

Jake rolled his eyes, joining the conversation, "It wouldn't have to do with a certain Ms. Ormond would it?"

"What about me?" asked Imy, running and skidding to a stop, her face red.

"Nothing." Said Riley, looking over at Twiggy. Did he like Imy? She felt embarrassment and some denial floating around him. She sighed, all things were possible.

She shook her head and got ready to play, her eyes scanning the crowd. They fell on a certain familiar girl with a pink shirt. "Oh no." She muttered.

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That's where I'm going to leave you, as it's an extremely long 'scene' I guess. I'm so proud of myself, what with all the quick updates well, I must away with me.

Next Up: The RockOut Prt. III

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