Disclaimer: No matter how much I'd like to, I'll never own Lost or its characters or its beautifully crafted plotline...

Summary: Takes place after Lockdown... Everyone on the island starts breaking into song, revealing their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets...Please read and review!

It was just another normal day on the island. Normal as any other, at least. There was that guy in the hatch who was pretty much guaranteed to be one of the Others, Sun was apparently pregnant even though Jin was unable to impregnate her and the hatch had gone ballistic for no apparent reason. But besides that, everything was going well.

Charlie sat, facing the beach, guitar in hand. He never had trouble with the creation of new riffs. He realized just how easily they came to him as he strummed and shook his feet to remove some of the sand inside his shows. Why do I always wear shoes? I'm on a bloody island… He thought to himself as he moved his fingers up and down the next of the guitar, strumming away.

But since Claire had found out about his addiction, he had had writers block with the whole lyrics thing. He struggled to find the words he needed… they were right there but he couldn't reach them. He remembered writing "You All Everybody." Ironic how his least lyrically driven song would come to be their most successful one. Well, that was life.

He strummed a chord as he watched over the blue horizon of the beach. The sun was setting and the sky grew dark. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of light in the distance caught his eye. It was small, but bright and soon he felt a sort of heat radiate from that odd source of light and wash over the beach. Those around him felt it as well.

"Dude… what was that?" Hurley said with his hand to his brow, glancing over at the source of the warmth.

"I don't know…" Charlie said, suddenly feeling a catchy rock tune welling up inside of him, letting it course through him and then his hands into the guitar.

He began to sing:

Still lost

On this bloody island

Well it's been a while and

I'm not sure if I'm fine

Things aren't

Quite how they should be

And I'm not sure but if you ask me

I think it must be a sign

Those Others

Well they're out to get us

There's really no one we can trust

If we want to survive

Charlie suddenly stopped singing, and surprisingly Hurley took his place and continued with the next line:

We can't just

Pretend nothing is wrong

Ignore our problems and move along

Act like we're lucky to be alive

And without warning, Charlie and Hurley began some kind of strange duet, singing it unison, Charlie plucking at the guitar and Hurley rhythmically tapping his thighs:

We're lost…

Things aren't right

This can't go on

We can't accept these things

That happen every night

Charlie went into some kind of crazy solo before the second part of this chorus-like verse continued:

We're lost…

Things aren't well

We've got to do something

We can't go on living inside this hell

Living on inside this hell…

And then Charlie struck a chord that signified the end of the song.

After a second, the two realised what had just happened.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Charlie shouted, sitting up quickly and nearly dropping his guitar.

"I don't know," Hurley said, looking at his feet, "but it was weird."

"I mean, the whole spontaneous breaking into song thing… that's not normal."

"Well, yeah, dude. That's never happened to me before, at least."

"Why do you think it happened with us, do you think that…" Charlie stopped when he heard another completely different musical-number behind him. He couldn't understand it because it was fully Korean, except for the intermittent verse of "I lob you" from Jin. Apparently Sun and Jin were happy about their baby and were doing some kind of weird celebratory song-and-dance.

"I guess it's not just us."

Charlie and Hurley thought about it for a moment.

"I'd wager it had something to do with that weird light," Charlie suggested. "And I kind of don't want this to go on for much longer. It's embarrassing. And y'know, someone might let something slip that really should be a secret," he spat out, nervous that the news of the guy in the hatch would be all over camp in a matter of minutes.

"Right. We need to find Jack."