It was so nice for Jesse to jam with his friend Luna again and playing a guitar duet together. Sam was there and she was playing her bass guitar, which is now shaped like a lightning bolt. Both the six-string guitarists were shredding it on their axes together, and Sam was booming her bass guitar that it caused small electricity and small earthquakes around her and her friends. Mr. Grouse, being a grouchy old codger of a neighbor, shielded out the noise with a gigantic pair of earmuffs while reading the newspaper. Normally, Mr. Grouse would be one to shout throughout his window and tell everyone to shut up or be quiet. However, he's more or less; used to the sound by now. After they were all done playing together, they all took a break with some lemonade and hot chocolate involved.

Being another cold Winter day for royal woods, mostly everyone got hot chocolate, but Luna and Jesse got lemonade for themselves. He had a heavy coat with a fleece in it so he wouldn't have to suffer from hypothermia. His mother is one to worry about him too much at times, and so was his father, buy they do try to not be overzealous for the safety of their son.

"Well, that felt good." said Jesse

"I know, man!"

"You guys did good back there. You played so awesome." Lincoln said.

The three smiled in satisfaction, and felt quite proud of themselves. "Thanks Linc. Did you like our song, lil Loud?"

"I did. I haven't heard you play guitar in a little while, Jesse." Lincoln remarked

"I know. And man, it is good to play with your sis again." Jesse said before drinking his lemonade and letting out a burp from himself. "Does crimefighting give you plenty of rewards, Luna?"

"Yeah totally. I have a... friend that pays me good to catch certain bad guys. I put those guys in jail, get a bag of gold or money as a reward for puttin' them to justice. Something like spoils in a place where there would be dungeons and dragons." then she took a sip of her own lemonade. "Yep, it is so satisfying to put everyone that is evil to their knees and getting recognized for the good deeds you do."

"Yeah, my dad should have that, and he is in the police force." Jesse said. "Many police don't get the recognition they deserve. Not all officers are brutes."

"Agreed." said Lincoln. "I mean, Luna told me about the officer that killed a crazy man who shot that guitarist. What was the guitarist' name again, Luna?"

"Dimebag Darrell." Luna said. "Yep, that officer I respect all my heart. I give my greatest respect to him. But I wish he could have save Dimebag."

"Luna," Lincoln frowned, "it wasn't anybody fault. It just happened unexpected. No one even saw it coming." He put a comforting hand on her back. "The hardest part about being a hero, or a superhero is that; you can't save everyone."

"Word. True that, Lincoln." said Jesse. "It's a sad part of life. That's what my dad always told me before."

"Yeah, i know." Luna said before taking another sip. "But I'm fine. I'm fine. At least there are still plenty of those cool guitarists out there in the world. Slash, Zack Wylde, Buckethead, John Petrucci and all those cool guys."

"And Mark Tremonti." Sam admitted. "That guy is seriously underrated."

"Right?" Jesse agreed. It was quiet for a moment just drinking their beverages and Jesse looked at Luna's younger brother. "So Lincoln, what's it like fighting bad guys out there in Royal Woods?"

"It's fun." Lincoln admitted. "But i prefer not to fight powerful supervillains that are way more powerful than me."

"Good idea." said Sam. "Just leave those kind of guys to me, Luna, Color Fire, and Yakov."

"Gotcha."

The doorbell rang and Luna answered it. It was her new French-American friend, and the Ukranian, former-Soviet cyborg human. "Bonjour Luna." Mason said. "I created a new trick with my guitar if you want to see it."

"Sure Mason, let's see what you can do."

"Fair warning, we should all go outside because it can get a little... messy." Mason admitted.

Everyone came outside the house and embraced the freezing, cold weather again. Mason then noticed Jesse, and he panicked a little. The reason why he panicked was because; he was worried he would give away his secret identity. While he was wearing his mask on, he heard Luna say his real name in front of the teen. "What's wrong, dude?"

"Luna, can I talk to you gor a second?" the teen boy pulled her away near the garage and he said: "you didn't tell me that you had a visitor here."

"Oh, you mean Jesse?"

"Oui."

"So?"

"Well, I told you I want to keep my secret identity a secret, didn't I?"

"Ohhhh, that's right." Luna remembered,okming a little sheepish abd embarrassed. "Don't worry i don't think he heard me."

"Perhaps he didn't." Mason said. "Maybe he did not hear me." Then the two teens came back to the front porch to meet up with everyone again. "Well, pardon me, mon ami." Mason addressed to Jesse, "but, you don't know my secret identity, do you?"

"Uhhhhh, no not really, no." Jesse admitted. "You want me to?"

"No, no, no! Of course not." Color Fire blurted out uncomfortably. "I was only curious, that is all. Anyway, get a load of this trick." He conjured his flame guitar and began playing an amazing and awesome solo that showed many shredding on the fret board. Everyone looked impressed and amazed at Mason's shredding with some flames spewing from his fingers. This wasn't the trick he was doing however. He did another fast solo, spun around in the sky in midair and created a powerful and strong chord that the blast created a flash of green flames like at a concert with tones of pyromania.

Everyone applauded for hum and the French-American teen bowed his head in gratitude. Meanwhile, little did they know that a large, gigantic meteorite had come across the sky and landed near the outskirts of town and crash landed on the the soil with a snall boom heard. As if a bomb had gone off

"Whoa, what was that?" Luna said

"We should probably see what came from the sky." Yakov suggested.