Leonard was relaxing in a recliner watching some hockey game when Hartley walked into the room. He was holding some sort of flyer in his hand.

"Hey Cold. I have a music performance tonight, and they said I could bring a guest to sit front row. Do you want to come?"

For a moment Leonard thought he was joking. "Um, classical music's not really my thing kid. Maybe ask Roy or something."

He figured Hartley would leave after that, but the teenager continued. "Actually it's a rock concert. We're going to be replicating some Foreigner songs."

Len was a bit confused. He asked, "I thought you only played the flute."

Pied Piper looked offended. "That's not the only thing I play. A good musician is fluent in multiple instruments." He held out the ticket. "You don't have to stay the whole time. I actually took this job because of you. I much prefer classical music, but I knew Foreigner was your favorite band."

Great, now the kid was guilt tripping him. Cold wondered if this had something to do with him going to Axel's talent show last week. If you did something for one Rogue, you did it for them all. With a sigh, he took the ticket. "I suppose I can swing by after the game ends, but only for an hour."

Hartley's whole face beamed. "It starts at seven. There will be a parking spot reserved around back. It's at the arena near that museum we robbed last month."

Leonard wondered what he had gotten himself into. He thought about just skipping it, but as the minute hand on the clock ticked closer to seven, his conscious clicked in. He heaved himself up, grabbed one of his less flashy jackets, and headed out the door.

The traffic was horrible, and by the time he got there all the parking spots were full. If Hartley hadn't reserved one for him, he probably would have left. Len got out of the car and walked across the wet grass. Inside, a giant stage was set up, and loud music blasted through speakers. A huge crowd was surrounding the stage. Most of the foldable chairs that had been set out were full, and many people were standing in the back.

Captain Cold made his way to the front and sat down when he found a seat labeled "Len". The villain couldn't help but tap his foot to the beat when he realized Juke Box Hero was being played. There were two guitarists, a lead singer, and a drummer on stage. He saw Hartley rocking out on a shiny electric guitar. Len was impressed. Didn't think the kid had it in him.

After a couple of songs that sent Len straight back to his childhood, the lead singer said he was taking a quick break. To Cold's surprise, Hartley started speaking through a mic in his ear.

"I'm gonna sing a song tonight folks. This one is for a good friend of mine."

Cold burst out laughing as Hartley started singing Cold as Ice. He was a surprisingly good singer. When the song ended, Piper gave him a wave. Len rolled his eyes.

He had planned to leave after a song or two, but ended up staying the whole concert. Once it was over, he wandered over to find Pied Piper.

"Hey kid, I have to admit it. You sure do have some talent there."

Hartley grinned. "I knew you would like it. They asked me to try singing a song, and I couldn't resist choosing Cold as Ice."

"Hey, it's a good song," Len said with a chuckle.

Suddenly, the lead singer walked up. "Harry, my man! That was awesome! You totally rocked it on that guitar and the mic."

"Thanks. You didn't do too bad yourself. My dad loves this band."

The singer turned to Len. "And you must be Mister Harry! You're son has a lot of talent. He could be on American Idol or something. He's only nineteen and he's the best guitarist I've heard."

Leonard took a moment to process the information. He just rolled with it, not wanting to blow Hartley's music career's cover. "Yes, Harry is pretty special."

"See you later H!" the rock star said as he walked away.

Hartley turned to Len. "Sorry about the whole "dad" thing. I needed a cover for getting you a free front row ticket."

"I understand. It happens a lot."

Looking slightly embarrassed, the teenager rocked back and forth. "Well, I need to stay and help put away the equipment. You can go now if you need to."

Captain Cold nodded and turned to walk away. He felt himself stop. "Hartley. I, I wouldn't mind giving classical music a shot. Have any concerts coming up?"

Hartley smiled. "Yah, it just so happens I do."