"… A deniaaaaaaaaaaal!" The man's voice barely held the last line of Smells Like Teen Spirit as his band played the final chord in unison. His vocal chords strained and he held his head high in an attempt to control the cracking note. Kurt Cobain had been good at that. Luckily, so was Ben Kellen, frontman for Lost In Translation. Ben was just taller than average height and had messy blonde hair. On drums, Teagan Williams, a tall, muscular man, with short black hair and a huge smile. Bassist Alistair Reit aka "Wheatus" due to an embarrassing moment for him in a high school talent show had short spiked hair, and deep green eyes. The rhythm guitarist was an African woman, with long hair in a plat. And playing lead guitar was Kevin. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and there were marks left by the guitar strings on the tips of his fingers, where he'd been pressing on them. He smiled.

"Great run through, guys! We're gonna kick ass tonight." The band nodded together in approval. Teagan opened the mini fridge behind him and tossed everyone except Kevin a beer. The merry party grinned and laughed and patted each other on the back for a concert they hadn't even performed yet. They were mainly a cover band but had a few original songs. Ben and Kevin wrote well together.

"So, Kev," Teagan said, sitting down next to him. They had their backs to the guitar amps. "I saw you with a bird the other day. At that Asian place." Kevin chuckled.

"What of it?" He asked.

"Who is she?"

"She's Max."

"Alright. Good start. And who is Max? What's she like?"

"She's a waitress. And she's... Different." Kevin smiled. "I'll introduce her to you at the performance. That's easier than trying to tell you about her." Teagan looked at Kevin, then looked away and shook his head, smiling.

"I thought you didn't care about women."

"I don't. She just intrigues me more than most people."

Teagan stood up and looked at Kevin.

"I guess that's as close to love as it can be in your eyes."

"Probably. Gimme a hand, will you?" Teagan gripped Kevin's arm and pulled him to his feet. The two young men smiled.

"In any case, good luck to you, Kev."

"Thanks, I guess. Don't know what I need it for though."

"Oh, and take this." Teagan handed Kevin a small, silver, square package.

"Why do I need this?" Kevin asked.

"You'll thank me later." His friend answered.

"Alright guys," Ben called out. "Practice is over. You can do anything you want but be back here before five-thirty this evening. These are the rules for the rest of the day: no getting wasted, no drugs, do not injure yourself, do not die and do not break/lose/sell your equipment. Alright? Alright. Now get lost! You're all stinking up the hall."

"Max! You're going to make us late!" Caroline yelled. Max was going through a mess on the floor.

"Just gimme a second, okay? I'm looking for something!" She said as she flung another shirt over her shoulder. A black object shimmered on the bare patch of floor in front of her. Max picked up the guitar pick and stood up.

"Alright, got it. Let's go."

"How could something so small be important enough to make us late?" Caroline said as she put her hands on her hips.

"How do you know I didn't lose it for that exact purpose?" Max said with a grin. Caroline sighed.

"Let's just go."

The hall was full, but not completely packed. The girls were about three rows away from the stage. The lights were still on and they'd been there for about 30 minutes already. The lights dimmed and the crowd hushed. Those at the back stood on their toes to see the stage. A solitary figure walked out onto the stage. He was only a silhouette in the darkness. He tapped the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please," He said.

"There is a slight problem, with the band," The crowd muttered nervously. "The guitars caught fire and exploded earlier..." The hum of a guitar amp began.

"The bassist went home sick..." A low note was repeatedly being played in the background.

"And our drummer seems to have dented the cymbals," The sound of a closed high-hat being tapped now joined the cacophony. The curtain behind the man slowly began to open. He paused as all the sounds began to crescendo. The everything stopped. The man spoke.

"Only fucking with you! We are Lost In Translation!"

The spotlights now beamed into the stage, revealing the rest of the band. Every member broke into a solo at once and Kevin sprinted up to the cheering crowd as he blitzed his fingers across his guitar. The audience went crazy. Max and Caroline cheered and clapped and jumped along with the rest of the crowd. The solos died down and the band began there first song, a cover of Walk This Way by Aerosmith. It was a fitting first song as the concert was titled "Greatest Bands: Greatest Hits". The band performed with spunk and the crowd loved it. Hit after hit, solo after solo. Two voices cheered louder than the rest. Max and Caroline loved every second of the show. Unfortunately, after two and a half hours of playing, the band began their last song. It was Wayward Son by Kansas. The crowd went absolutely berserk, screaming even louder than before. They wept with the verses and sang the choruses and danced through the solos. The band played effortlessly. As the last note still rang, Kevin put down his guitar and dived into the crowd. He was passed around and eventually he came above Caroline and Max. He smiled at her.

"Told you I'd do something crazy."

Max sighed, but smiled.

"You didn't even know we were here. Why'd you do it anyway?" Kevin grinned.

"I knew you'd come," he said. "I could feel it!" He yelled as the crowd took him back to the stage. The girls laughed. As Kevin got on to the stage, he joined the other members in a goodnight, and they all retreated backstage. The hall emptied fast. Max and Caroline began their walk home, going on and on about the performance.

"Oh crap!" Max exclaimed.

"What?" Asked Caroline.

"I forgot to give Kevin his pick."

A man stepped towards them just before they entered the apartment building.

"You can give it to me now if you want," Kevin said. "And while you're at it, do you mind if I crash with you tonight? I'm afraid I haven't got a place to stay." He grinned sheepishly.

The girls looked at each other. Caroline then looked back at Kevin.

"Fine," She said. "But only for a night. And you'd better behave."