Note: I apologize ahead of time if you don't like the way I made your characters. And I don't have all characters requested in this chapter. But there will be other chapters and I am trying to fit them into the story.

"Good day boys and girls." Legato Bluesummers stated, curling his fingers together, his left leg sitting over his right as he sat in his Victorian style chair. "My my, it is a good day isn't it? Look at all the fans I have today."

"Legato you son of a bitch!"

Legato's eyes widened from the scream in the audience. "What?"

A dark woman with black hair stood up, her heavy black boots stomping against the floor. Her deep brown eyes flared with anger. "How dare you! You promised me a spot with the gung-ho guns!"

Legato looked closely at the all leather figure, the stood up in surprise. "Ah…uh…Angel!" He grinned nervously. "How nice it is to see you, but I am in the middle of a show."

"I don't give a shit!" Angel flailed her arms in the air, screaming as she stomped down the audience steps to the stage. "You promised me that I could be Angel of the Black Heavens! You swore to it!"

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my decision, it was all Midvalley!"

The saxophonist looked up from his mouthful of popcorn confusedly. "Wha?" He said, the buttery snack falling out of his mouth.

"Shut up Legato! You know you could have killed him or threatened to in order to get me in the gung-ho-guns!" Angel dictated every word with a jab of her finger in Legato's personal space. "And not to mention as your girlfriend, why didn't I know about this show."

Legato sighed, rubbing his temples. "You didn't know for obvious reasons." He grabbed the young woman by the shoulders, forcing her to pay attention to him. "Listen. I am in the middle of a show, so if you will please return to your seat I will talk to you about this la-"

"I don't want to talk later! If I walk away from you now I'm not coming back."

"Good, you have been 'un-breaking up' with yourself for weeks now so…" Legato looked up at her smiling. "Bye now!"

Angel looked at him with tears in her eyes. "You're so mean…I'm going back to the Rodericks!"

Legato watched as she ran away from him, crying. "Now. In case you didn't know, today's episode is themed as choices." He fell back into his chair, sighing as he picked up his clipboard and skinny reading glasses. "And today's poem is…The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost."

"Hell yeah!"

Legato rolled his head back sighing. "Oh God, please don't be another raving fangirl."

The figure stood up from the audience. "I'm a fanboy! FanBOY!"

"Well this is a first."

The teenager ran down from the audience, forcefully shaking Legato's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Bluesummers. You are just so freakin' cool."

"I wish," Legato said, pulling out a sanitation wipe and cleaning off his hands with a disgusted look on his face, "I could say the same for you."

"If it's not too much to ask sir…uh…may I have your autograph?" The boy said, pulling out a small notepad.

Legato sighed, taking the notepad from the person in front of him. "And your name?"

"Just call me Fudo."

Legato finished up the autograph and handed it back to him. Fudo walked three steps away and then read aloud in confusion. "Fudo, stay the hell away from me? Legato 'I hate you and you will die' Bluesummers?" Fudo then looked back at the blue haired man and grinned. "Thank you sir!" He waved, before returning to his seat in the audience.

"Anyways. This is the poem part of our story. Where we have NO interruptions. Right?"

The laughing audience instantly hushed and chanted in a monotoned voice. "Yes Mr. Legato."

"Good." Legato pushed his reading glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply before reading.

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

I'm sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for the passing there

Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one last traveled by

And that has made all the difference."

Legato grinned, setting down the clipboard. "You see, most people who read this poem, think that the author had a nice little adventure in a newer type of atmosphere that most don't encounter, but in fact, he ended up in a no man's land in the middle of the dessert and found out why people never traveled that road. It was filled with all sorts of traps and animals that were out for new prey to devour and-" Legato's analysis was cut off as a baby screeched next to his mother.

The creepy man sighed. "Sorry about that…I apologize." He cleared his throat before asking the audience. "Did you like the poem?"

Once again the audience replied in a monotoned chant. "Yes Mr. Legato."

"Good." He stood up, dusting his pants off before bowing. "It has been a pleasure today. The few disturbances weren't as bad as normal." A thought of Rain crossed his mind as he shuddered in disgust. "I don't even want to know how she learned to do that." He shuddered again as he thought of something else. "Or why he'd want her to do that…"

"Well good bye boys and girls!"

"Today's episode of Poetry Corner: with Legato Bluesummers was brought to you by…

"Doc's dating service! We learn from mistakes like you saw here today!

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"The Roderick Thieves, who are now hunting down Legato for breaking their cousin's heart."

"Dammit not again!" Legato said, jumping out of the back window.

Note: I apologize again if you don't like the way I displayed your character. I will change them if you are the least bit offended by them because I would hate if I am disliked because of my point of view.