Anyway, I want to thank those who have been keeping up on my story. Though I DO have ONE request!!

If you read my story and liked it at all, or even just read it, can you post a review saying that you read it, and if it was good, bad, or just ok? I really want to know how many hits I am getting...sooooo yeah!

THANKS GUYS!

I own every movie relating to this legend now, and all the books at Borders...BUT STILL DONT OWN JOHNNY!!!

Read, REVIEW!, and enjoy!

OH!! BTW!! This chapter is two weeks later...

Tobias stood behind the dingy curtain and inhaled, taking in the cold air. He was running a fever, and the cold air felt like a saint against his skin. A moment later, reality brought him back from his joy and reminded him of what he was about to do. He looked down at his hand and and eyed the small hand drum he was holding. He looked away in disgust, for the sight of the instrument repulsed him. Every day, this little drum helped him lie to unsuspecting people, who had done him no harm. He wanted so much to throw the drum to the floor and mutilate it until it no longer even resembled a drum. He wanted to stop it, kick it, punch it, and scream at it until it was just a pile of debris. But...he couldn't. If he did, Pirelli would surely do something awful to him; something to mutilate his body in some way. Toby felt a line of sweat forming underneath the blonde wig that Pirelli so cruelly made the boy wear. It was uncontrollably itchy, and a size to small for his head. From this stupid wig, Toby had a permanent scar on his forehead from the wig line...but that wasn'the worst of what Pirelli had done. Toby glanced down at his hand, bandaged and wrapped in a gauze stained with dirt a blood, and smirked. In all the years he had lived at the work house, he had manged to escape with only a few insignificant cuts and scars, most of which were caused by his running into things in the darkness of the night. But in just the few weeks he had been with "Singorelli Adolfo Pirelli", as the man liked to call himself, Toby had obtained deep scars and cuts across all his body, save his face But the worst scars resided on the back of his right hand. The entire back was swollen, bloody, and scarred, due to Pirelli's carelessness with the razors when he enlisted Tobias's help in sharpening them. Toby never complained though. He just wasn't that sort of boy. He had learned to tough out life, and take it as it comes.

Boy...had THAT been a mistake.

Tobias hated Pirelli more than ANYTHING in the world, and he was sure that if the man dropped dead this very moment, there would have been no greater blessing on Earth. Toby surveyed the room he was standing in at the moment and crinkled his small, boyish nose in disgust. The room was truly and utterly revolting. Not a spot was untouched by either dirt, dust...or god knows what else. Pirelli was the biggest pig on the planet. And thought the room was packed away and moved to a new location every other day, it never failed to have at least a quarter inch layer of dust, making the room in general an eye sore. Every morning, Toby would go out and pack everything away, move it to the coach, and then he and Pirelli would be on their way to the next location of their repetitive sales journey. What angered Tobias wasn't the fact that Pirelli made his pack and move everything single handedly, but it was that while Toby was working, Pirelli would sleep, go to the nearest bar to do countless things to countless women, or yell at Toby that he wasn't doing it right. Other times, when they would stay the night at a location, Pirelli would bring a woman back to the room and do well...things with her, while Toby attempted at sleep, just on the other side of the place, separated only by a sheet. Once, out of curiosity, Tobias secretly spied on Pirelli and whomever he was with that night, just to find what they could possibly be doing to warrant such an awful noise. He had instantly looked away, for the image he had seen immensely disturbed him. He had been embarrassed to find that a blush had crept up to his cheeks, and could not look Pirelli in the eye for a week after the incident. Toby now slept outside whenever Pirelli brought a woman back with him, and he had decided that he didn't want to ever get married. Girls didn't appeal to him.

But he wasn't gay.

Oh no, Toby thought some girls were pretty, but he just couldn't imagine himself doing things with a girl like Pirelli did. It seemed wrong...like you were taking advantage of her. Toby thought a man should treat his wife with respect and love, not just as a toy. But Pirelli was basically incapable of feeling anything but greed, so Toby feel he was fighting a lost cause. No matter what he did, it was always wrong. Even if Pirelli did the exact same thing. He sighed and crouched down, waiting for when Pirelli would give him the signal to appear on the other side of the curtain, swindling customers into giving them money. Any minute now, Pirelli would come bursting from the back door to say...

"Toby. GO!"

Toby stood up from his crouched position. He gulped, and nodded his head. Placing one hand on the curtain, he took a deep breath...and opened it, stepping onto the stage and ready to sell his vile product. He raised the hand with the baton on it and gave the drum a hard rap.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!!"

Another rap of the obnoxiously loud drum, and peoples heads started to turn toward Tobias's direction.

"MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PUH-LEASE!"

A nice size crowd was beginning to form, interested in what Toby was about to say.

"DO YOU WAKE EVERY MORNING IN SHAME AND DESPAIR, TO DISCOVER YOUR PILLOW IS COVERED WITH HAIR? OR WOT NOT TO BE THERE?"

A few heads nodded in the crowd. Toby wanted desperately to scream at them, and tell them they were listening to a load of shit. But he couldn't, he had to sing this stupid song Pirelli wrote, and make the people believe that there actually is an elixir that can grow your hair back.

"WELL LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, FROM NOW ON YOU CAN WAKE IN A TEASE! YOU NEED NEVER AGAIN HAVE A WORRY OR CARE, I WILL SHOW YOU A MIRACLE MARVELOUS RARE!"

The crowds excitement was growing, Toby knew. They wanted to see what special product was going to be provided, and they wanted to see results. Toby faked a smile and continued on with his song, rage building in his head with every second he had to lie to these people.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE SOMETHING' WOT ROSE FROM THE DEAD..."

"Here it comes..." Toby thought to himself, and he placed a hand on the rip of his cap and turned in a small circle.

"ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD!"

He pulled the cap off and shook his head a bit, revealing the shoulder length blonde wig that the entire audience took as his real hair. The were gasps of surprise and excitement from every member of the crowd...except for two. A man and woman, both sallow looking and gaunt, pale as ghosts. Their clothes were ragged and unwashed, and the two of them had the unruliest hair Tobias had ever laid eyes on. They were both uninterested and stone faced, she with a hand on his shoulder and chest, he almost glaring at Toby. Toby tore his eyes from the odd couple and scanned the rest of the crowd. "Ah well," he thought to himself, "Lest thems two say somehin' about Pirelli's product, the other audience don' seem to be noticing them. Let's no' let two stone faced people stop your sellin' Toby." Toby stole one last look at the couple and continued with song, determined to make them believers in Pirelli's Miracle Elixir.

WOOT!! FIRST GLIMPSES OF TODD AND LOVETT!! YAY!!!! Now, depending on reviews, i may make the rest of the songs actually song, or i may make them dialog. I plan to do a few scenes from Todd and Lovett's POV, just cause Little Priest and Epiphany are too amazing to pass up! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!

I KNOW Ive said this before, but I probably will keep saying it until people get it through their think Skulls... MRS. LOVETT'S NAME IS MARGERY!!!! NOT NELLIE!!! Sorry for saying it so bluntly, but that is the number one thing bothering me this week. NO OFFENSE MEANT TO ANYONE!!! Thank you for listening to my rant. BTW, if you don't believe that is what her name was in real life, you should at least stick with what the ORIGINAL AUTHOR WROTE! And if you don't believe that is what the author wrote, i have the book and will GLADLY take a picture of the back, where it CLEARLY states her name. THANKS!

BTW, I don't mean to come across as rude or anything!!!