I've decided to continue this little number. Enjoy.

X-Men rEvolution starts now.

Kurt thought his days would all be spent the same way. Wake up, go to school, come home and practice with his band that was never going to play anywhere except his dad's garage. That's what he thought.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" Kurt's dad called from the door. Kurt was laying in bed, barely awake. He thought he was still dreaming. Dad never wakes me up.

"Come on, Kurt. I gotta talk to you." Kurt slowly rose from his bed and cautiously followed his dad down to the kitchen. He could smell bacon cooking, hear it too. Dad doesn't cook. What is going on?

"Dad..." Kurt began uncertainly, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"You woke me up, and you're... cooking."

"I know how to cook, Kurt."

"Yeah, but you never do!"

"It's a special occasion! We're celebrating!"

"Celebrating what?"

"You're first gig!" Kurt's dad beamed and handed his son a flyer for an open mic night at the local club, Xeno.

"That's not a gig." Kurt deadpanned.

"It's an opportunity! I've heard you and your friends play. You're really good and look! 'Bands welcome'!"

"I don't know, Dad. We'd probably get chased off the stage just because we're mutants."

"Oh, don't be so negative. You'll have fun!" Kurt gave his father an incredulous look. "Just take the flyer with you to school and ask your friends, see what they think."

"Fine." Kurt spent the rest of the morning silently munching his bacon which, to his surprise, was actually pretty good.

Kurt arrived at school a few minutes early because he still couldn't get past his dad's uncharacteristic behavior. He made his way to his first class and sat in the back like always. Soon, the bell rang and students filed in. Rogue plopped down next to him wearing a smug smile. "Soda for breakfast again?" She asked.

"Bacon." Kurt replied simply.

"You made bacon?" Rogue was surprised.

"My dad made bacon."

"What?!" Rougeyelled, earning her strange looks from theirclassmates as she was usually so quiet.

"I'll explain at lunch." Kurt said quickly.

"You'd better!"

At lunch, Rogue and Kurt joined their band mates at their usual table. Kurt pulled out the flyer along with the lunch his dad had made him. He is so weird.

"An open mic night?" Scott read the flyer.

"Bands welcome! Score!" Pietro exclaimed.

"You mean you want to do it?" Kurt asked, shocked.

"Yeah! Where'd you get this?" Jean responded.

"My dad." Kurt explained the morning's odd events to his friends.

"I wish my dad would cook breakfast. All he's focused on is being the MLK of mutants." Pietro whined.

"That's not necessarily a bad thing." Scott argued.

"So..." Kurt started, "Are we really going to do this?"

"I don't see why not." Jean reasoned.

"We have to do this!" Scott exclaimed. "We could become a movement! A beacon of hope for mutants everywhere! We could change the world with our music!"

"Scott, I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself." Jean tried to calm him down before he stood up on the table.

"Yeah," Rogue agreed, "It's one little club, not Madison Square Garden."

"But it could be! We could play there and it would be huge!" Scott was too excited about this.

"And it would show my dad that my pursuit of a career in music isn't pointless or unrealistic." Pietro smiled.

"Okay, then. We're playing Xeno this Saturday."

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