"Don't you dare leave me, Amy!" The dark skinned boy cried out in despair as Amelia walked further away from him. "It's us against the world!"

Her blonde locks bounced as she looked at him a final time, a trace of guilt in her chest at the tears running down his cheeks. Still, she wanted to appear calm and unafraid so she spoke to him firmly.

"You're wrong, it was us against the jocks. Maybe you could find a girl more like you."

"No, I won't!" He screamed, clenching his fists and stamping his foot on the ground.

Emma arrived at the Rockit with her new boyfriend in tow, feeling fairly confident at being able to score someone as attractive as him. She was also glad that her relationship with him had gone smoothly thus far and she hoped that something unexpected wouldn't end things between them prematurely.

Her hopes begin to drop when she saw Francis, suave as ever, leaning against a counter and sipping a drink with Matthew at his side. It wasn't a good sign for her at all, but she forced herself to put on a smile and pretend that nothing worried her.

As she and her boyfriend joined the two other males, she made sure to position herself near Francis in the hope that she could keep him in check.

Matthew waited with Francis' friends for a familiar face to arrive, glancing at his watch eagerly every few seconds to the concern of the other three. Ten minutes passed and his waiting paid off when he saw Amelia enter through the doors.

"Hey, you totally came!" He cheered, leaping up from his seat and running towards her.

"Yeah, I did come." She said awkwardly, unsure of what to make of the wide smile now plastered across his face.

"I'm Emma. You must be Matthew's other girlfriend." A slightly shorter girl greeted her first. She reached out to shake Amelia's hand while the latter grew confused over the possible mention of Matthew having another partner.

"That's Francis; He's Matthew's cousin, and this is my boyfriend Jean."

Jean waved subtly to Amelia before firing a curious glance at Francis while Emma was unaware.

"Matt!" A girl with bangs framing her face squealed as she threw herself at him from seemingly nowhere.

He froze when he saw her, unable to move as she hugged him tightly and kissed him for a second time. The blood drained from his face as she pulled away and he turned to give Amelia a look of horror while wishing he could just vanish on the spot.

"So, do you like my new haircut?"

"Eh, you look pretty different, May..."

It was then that she noticed the way Matthew was looking at the tall girl with blonde hair and she realized what was going on. She glared at her new rival, whom gave a questioning look at Emma who in turn stared bitterly at Francis.

Francis gazed seductively at Emma's boyfriend and the other male turned away, a slight blush visible in his cheeks.

"I've...I've got to go..." Matthew stammered, unable to cope with the mounting tension. He stepped away and ran as fast as he could to the backstage area.

"Man, this is bad!" Alfred panicked, turning through his flipchart for the seventh time that evening.

"Relax. Once we're on stage, everything will be fine!" Elizaveta tried to reassure him to little avail as she sat on a couch with Emil.

"Don't you get it? We were just on stage for sound check and even the sound guy hated us!"

"It's just nerves! Pre-show jitters!" Matthew cried, his voice faltering as he burst into the room to join them. "They'll love us, right?"

He hid himself among the stage curtains on one side and peeked fearfully up at his friends who were now taking their seats. Mei was sitting next to Amelia.

"Hey, Jean." Francis crooned to get the dark haired boy's attention. "What do you think of this band? Are they good or are they bad?"

Jean looked down at Erik and the Boys as they set up their instruments then looked back at Francis.

"How would I know? They haven't started playing yet."

"It was a test, Jean. You passed." Francis smiled, patting the younger male affectionately on the shoulder.

The spotlight fell on the empty chair behind the drums and the audience wondered why there were two guitarists and no drummer. Several whispered conversations sprung up here and there, but their worries were assuaged however, when a little white dog ran out from behind the curtains, jumped up on the chair and held up two drumsticks in it's front paws.

"Oh my god, it's so cute!" One young girl screamed as she met eyes with the puppy on stage.

"Good evening, I'm Erik..." A teenager with blond hair who wore a dark t-shirt announced into the microphone, ignoring the reactions of the audience. "And these are the boys..."

"Is that dog a boy?" A middle aged man yelled down at him.

"Yes." Erik replied firmly and in complete seriousness, which was enough to silence everybody but the Sex Bob-ombs.

"They have a dog for a drummer?" Elizaveta muttered, her eyes widening in horror. "Someone should check the rulebook!"

A bespectacled man picked up a thick book as if on cue and turned to a page near the middle, before turning to her and answering her doubts.

"According to section fourteen point four, dogs are indeed allowed to play instruments on stage."

"Well, somebody kill me..." Elizaveta sighed under her breath in defeat.

"This song is called 'I am so Sad, I am so Very, Very Sad'." Erik continued as he stood on stage. "It goes something like this."

The white dog hit it's drums four times, followed by Erik and his bass guitarist each playing a single long note.

"So...sad!" He screamed at the audience just as the 'song' ended. "Thank you."

"I wouldn't even call that a song!" Francis complained loudly to Jean, the newest object of his affection. The volume of his voice unfortunately, was enough to attract Erik's attention.

"This next one goes out to the guy who just yelled at us from the balcony." The young rock singer said with a frown and a little more malice in his voice. "It's called 'We Hate You, Please Die'."

"Charming boy..." Francis sighed in a tone that the others couldn't decide was sarcastic or sincere.

He played an opening riff on his guitar and began to sing.

"We hate you, we hate you, we hate you. Die!"

"Love you, Erik! You're so cute!" A pair of teenage girls in the front row cheered, standing up from their seats clapping and making a racket.

"And now, the final song goes out to those annoying bimbos who won't shut up..."

The two girls went quiet and glanced at each other as the dog began banging the drums with little restraint and Erik strummed his guitar wildly a few times. Berwald the bass player played a rough but complex riff to open the song.

Erik unleashed some incomprehensible screams upon the audience, not unlike what was expected from a metal band and thrust his head around all the while. The whole front row grew pale and their bodies quivered before they all fell unconscious, some dropping out of their seats and on to the floor.

"How are we supposed to beat this?! We're not going to win and we're not going to sign with A.K. either! Goddammit Matthew, don't just stand there!" Alfred paced around in complete panic, his voice being drowned out by the metal screams that showed no sign of ceasing.

"Thank you." Erik uttered hoarsely into the microphone for the last time once the song was finished before he and his band started packing up.

"So, what's happening between you and Matthew?" Emma asked Amelia with mock innocence in her voice.

"He's just a friend."

"He actually has a lot of friends. It gets hard for me to keep track sometimes..."

Amelia looked at the younger girl in uncertainty, but was ignored.

"May, how did you meet Matthew?"

"Well..." The young girl blushed. "It happened on the bus..."

Matthew saw Mei's lips moving as she talked with the other girls and he realized that he needed to act fast. Thinking of things as he went, he spun around and slapped Alfred in the face.

"We need to play now! And as loud as we can!"

"My Mum was being annoying and..." Mei explained, only to be distracted by the unmistakable sound of a microphone being turned on.

"And...?"

"Oh my gosh!" She screeched, lunging forward and grabbing on to the balcony rails with both hands. "They're actually playing!"

"Are you ready, Matt?"

Matthew nodded in determination, without taking his focus away from the balcony.

"We are Sex Bob-ombs!" Elizaveta yelled the band's signature catchphrase before she played the drums and they performed their song 'Garbage Truck'.

Halfway through, Matthew was feeling a lot more relaxed than he'd been when they started, but at the same time he was also anticipating the audience's reaction when they finished and hoped that it would be positive.

"I'll be your garbage man. I'll take out your junk, and I'll crush it down..." Alfred sang.

A deafening ripping noise coming from the ceiling brought their performance to a premature end. All three of them stared upwards as a flashily dressed man flew down towards the stage like Superman.

He landed in front of them and raised his head to make piercing eye contact with Matthew.

"Mr Williams! It is I, Prince Raj! Consider our fight begun!"

At that, the dark skinned young man jumped high up above everybody's heads and bunched his right hand into a fist.

"What do I do?!" Matthew cried as time seemed to slow down. He had no idea what was happening, or why this person was so angry with him.

"You fight!" Francis yelled at his loudest, his voice echoing around the building and being heard by all.

Matthew followed his cousin's advice and unplugged his guitar, throwing it aside to be caught by Emil. He leaned forward and punched Raj in the face before the latter could do the same and sent him tumbling.

Raj managed to regain his footing just short of crashing into the onlooking crowd and stood up before charging rapidly at Matthew, his roar and his gaze reminding the Canadian of a wild tiger.

Matthew delivered a high kick to Raj's face and the Indian flew up towards the ceiling. He then jumped up in the air after him and punched him numerous times, gaining rapidly increasing points until he scored a sixty-four hit combo.

Raj fell to the floor and the crowd stepped aside to make room for him. Matthew followed right after, landed on his feet and waited for the other to stand up again.

"Who are you?" Matthew asked politely, despite the fight they'd just had.

"I said, my name is Prince Raj!" Raj shouted with a wild swing of his arms. "And I'm Amelia's first evil ex-boyfriend!"

"Your what?!" Matthew exclaimed in shock, turning around to look up at Amelia.

"Anybody want drinks?" Amelia said sheepishly on the balcony as Matthew's friends all stared at her in surprise.

Raj lunged at Matthew and they exchanged a few more kicks and swings before Matthew thrust his opponent away with one arm.

"Wait! We're fighting over Amelia?"

"Didn't you get my letter explaining everything?"

"I...I kind of skimmed over it."

Raj's brows furrowed in anger and he began to punch and kick at Matthew so rapidly that the latter was unable to do anything but dodge, until one particularly forceful blow pushed him backwards into the crowd. Two strangers caught him in time and helped him back up.

As he walked cautiously towards the first evil ex, someone called out from the balcony.

"Hey, are you a Bollywood star?! You look like one!"

"Bollywood is in this year!" Raj screamed sulkily in response and ran towards Matthew, who was able to grab his arm this time and pull him into an arm lock.

"Did you really go out with this guy?!" Matthew yelled up at Amelia as he tried not to loosen his hold.

"Yeah, but it was in seventh grade." Amelia admitted, deciding it was time to be honest with her boyfriend.

"And?"

"...I had just started middle school and for some reason, all the popular boys were stalking me. Raj seemed like the only decent one around, so we joined forces and took them all down. We brawled for hours, but it was all awesome and worth it in the end. I guess I should have been thankful for his mystical powers...though we only kissed once and broke up the next week."

"Mystical powers?" Matthew questioned, letting go of Raj's arms without realizing. Raj turned around and shoved him away.

"You'll pay for this, Miss Howard!" He pointed up at Amelia accusingly, before breaking into a song and dance routine.

"What?!" Emma said in disbelief as Indian music began to play.

Raj chanted something in Hindi and raised his index finger in the air, shooting a stream of fire from it while attractive female dancers magically appeared behind him. He winked at the audience mid-song and two fireballs appeared in his hands.

He threw them both at Matthew but the Canadian ducked just in time, resulting in one burning down the stage curtains and causing an explosion, while the other incinerated Erik and the Boys before they could react.

As Raj prepared to fire at him again, Matthew saw a cymbal fall to the floor and picked it up. He flung it at Raj as if it were a frisbee and it hit him square on the head, stunning him for several seconds.

Matthew flew up and punched Raj in the face hard before the other could recover.

"K.O.!" A disembodied voice shouted as a look of horror passed over Raj's face and he exploded into coins, while the female dancers all vanished into thin air.

The coins fell to the floor and Matthew got down to pick them all up before he counted them in his hand.

"Erik and the Boys appear to have left without notice, so I guess that makes Sex Bob-ombs the winners by default."

"It was nice meeting you, Emma." Amelia smiled, relieved that the fight was all over. "And tell your gay friend I said 'hi'."

"Gay friend?" Emma said to herself in confusion as Matthew's girlfriend went down the stairs to the bottom floor. She turned to see Francis and her boyfriend kissing in the row behind her and gasped.

"This isn't even enough for a ride home!" Matthew whined in disappointment as he tucked the coins in his pocket. Amelia caught up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

"I'll give you the extra thirty-five cents later. Now, let's go!"

Matthew Patel is of course India in this story and Jean is nobody in particular, just some random person who has little effect on the plot.

As said in the previous chapter, I would really appreciate it if people would review.