At dinner that night, I was glad someone spoke before my father and set the subject for something other than the convention. Unfortunately, it came with a price. Mrs. Davis decided to bring up Roger and Bianca's childhood.

"So Roger," she said, having sat down after serving everyone meatloaf and mashed potatoes, "I was thinking earlier, and I remembered that little song you and Bianca wrote before you left for the city."

"Change?" he asked. I glanced at him and tilted my head to one side. He just shook his head.

"Yeah that's the one!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together, "Oh it was the cutest little song. You two should sing it for the Cohens."

"Oh, that would be lovely," my mom sighed, "I hear you two have quite the amazing voices."

"Roger's amazing," I nodded. He glared at me. Obviously, he wasn't too keen on this idea. "I've never heard Bianca sing, so I can't say anything, but I can only guess that she's really good." I looked at her, and she shrugged.

"Oh dear, remember when you tried to write that song for English class?" My mom started laughing, and then slowly everyone else joined in. I just blushed and slid lower into my seat. Roger put his hand on my knee and wiggled his fingers. It was a sort of comforting gesture that brought me back and made me laugh along with everyone else.

"It was horrible," I shook my head, stuffing more food into my mouth.

When we were done eating, everyone moved into the living room and arranged themselves around the couches. Bianca had gone upstairs to get her guitar and Roger went to get his old guitar that he said he hadn't played in what seemed like forever, but Bianca kept tuned for some unknown reason. I had taken out my camera (which I noted was getting less use now that Roger and I were together). They came back downstairs and sat on two kitchen chairs they had brought out.

"Okay, here it goes," Roger sighed, plucking a few strings before Bianca joined. She started singing first.

"Well it's a sad picture. The final blow hits you. Somebody else gets what you wanted again."

Roger picked up. "You know it's all the same. Another time and place. Repeating history and you're getting sick of it."

"But I believe in whatever you do," she paused for one chord, "And I'll do anything to see it through."

They both sang together, "Because these things will change. Can you feel it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. This revolution. The time will come for us to finally win."

"We'll sing hallelujah," her sweet voice rang out, "We'll sing hallelujah."

"So we've been out numbered. Raided and now cornered. It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair."

"We're getting stronger now. Find things they never found. They might be bigger, but we're faster and never scared."

"You can walk away, say we don't need this, but there's something in your eyes says we can beat this."

"Cause these things will change. Can you feel it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. This revolution. The time will come for us to finally win."

"We'll sing hallelujah. We'll sing hallelujah." I watched her facial expression change to fierce concentration as she played a few sharp notes. "Tonight we stand. Get off our knees. Fight for what we've worked for all these years."

"And the battle was long. It's the fight of our lives. But we'll stand up champions tonight."

"That was the night things changed. Can you see it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back fell down. It's a revolution. Throw your hands up cause we never gave in. We'll sing hallelujah. We'll sing hallelujah. Hallelujah!" They played the last few notes in unison and looked up with nearly identical grins.

"That was great," Cindy smiled, "When did you guys do that?"

"A few years ago," Roger answered her, "I was eighteen, and Bianca was ten."

"Really?" Robert asked, aiming at Bianca, "Only ten?"

"Well, I was working with a musical genius," she shrugged, smiling at Roger.

That night was to be the most boring night of us being there. My family left early to put the kids to bed, Bianca had gone to bed shortly after they left, complaining of a headache, so Roger and I excused ourselves and departed for our separate rooms, where I undressed and fell onto my bed. I was asleep in a matter of minutes.

Suddenly, I was walking down the street towards the loft with a bag full of sex toys to celebrate coming out to our parents (couldn't exactly remembered how that happened). I was actually excited for what Roger had planned, as he had only given me a list of stuff and asked me to get it.

I finally made it to the loft and stepped inside, relieved to have a little bit of an escape from the summer heat. Quickly, I scurried up to our floor and put my key in the lock, opening it excitedly. When I caught sight of the scene in front of me I dropped the shopping bag.

Roger was sprawled out completely naked on the floor, legs spread way farther apart then I'd ever seen him do before. On a normal occasion, I wouldn't have a problem with this, but there were three other naked bodies around him. April was straddling him, and he had one hand up running along her breasts and one thrusting a finger into her while her head hung back in absolute bliss. Ricky had his mouth around his cock and I could hear him moaning softly. Mimi was on her knees, and I assumed all she was doing was making out with him. Typical me, I thought in my rational mind. I always liked Mimi, and it was only natural that she would be doing the least offensive to me. Upon hearing my arrival, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me. April stood up and looked me over, a critical look on her face.

"You got together with him?" she laughed, glancing at Roger. He propped himself up on his elbows and laughed along with her and the other two.

"What can I say?" he shrugged, "I had no one else, and he was there. Plus, I mean, look at him. He's practically the size of you two." He gestured to Mimi and April. I felt my cheeks turn bright red and everyone laughed even harder. At that point, I wanted to be anywhere else.

I bolted upright in my bed, feeling strangely sad. It must have been a few hours later, as the noise that was in the hallway had died down. I brought my knees to my face and let the tears fall for a minute before standing up and heading out of my bedroom into the hall.