A/N: Hey! I started writing this story due to the complete lack of Vincent stories. I hope you enjoy!

I walked into the Royal Diner, looking at a picture of Lance Sweets, my supposed long-lost brother. I saw him sitting at a table by the window. He was looking at a picture, too. I walked up to the table, feeling very nervous.

"Hi, you're Lance Sweets, right?" I asked him, resulting in him looking up.

"Yes. You must be Danielle. I'm Dr. Lance Sweets. So, how old are you?" He asked as I sat down in the seat in front of him, and dropped my backpack to the side.

"Call me Danny. I'm nineteen. How old are you?" I retorted.

"I'm twenty-three. What do you do for a living?" He asked.

"I'm the lead guitarist in a band. We're called The Forgotten Dreams. What do you do for a living?" He laughed a little bit.

"I'm an FBI psychologist. I take it you guys are punk, or emo, or whatever." He stated.

"What makes you think that?" I laughed, leaning back in my chair. We actually got that comparison a lot.

"Well, you have an emo hairstyle, almost everything you're wearing is black, and then you're shirt has 'THE FORGOTTEN DREAMS' written on it, with a picture in which I presume are you guys. Am I correct?" He asked as a waitress came over and got our orders. He got coffee and pie, and I got a soda and fries.

"Our look is punk, our music is overall rock, and we're just hardcore rockers at heart. Thank you for noticing. We have merchandise at Hot Topic, and we got band of the month there, but we haven't been signed. We have a huge fan base, and we are just happening to be moving to DC." He looked surprised.

"What are some of your songs?" He inquired.

"We might get signed soon, so our 'manager' type person told us to start getting an album of twelve or thirteen songs together. There's Time To Waste, Dear God, The Black Parade, Fall For You, Candles, I Love Rock 'N Roll, Dirty Little Secret, My Best Friend's Hot, Far Away, Misery Business, Your Guardian Angel, Famous Last Words, and Move Along. I Love Rock 'N Roll is a cover, but the rest are ours."

"They sound like good songs. What's the names of the rest of the band?"

"Allie is our other guitarist, Jasper is our bassist, Derek is our drummer, and KC is our singer, and for some of our songs she plays keyboard, and Jay is our groupie/roadie. She's necessary, though; our best friend. We're pretty good." I told him.

"What are they like?" I laughed.

"We are all absolutely insane. Allie is the funniest, Jasper is the sweetest, Derek is the most immature, KC is the cool older sister type, Jay is our personal stylist, and I'm probably the most insane. We're like a family. We've been through just about everything together." I explained, smiling at the thought of them.

"You all sound very close." He checked his phone. "Sorry, but I have to go back to my office. I have a session with Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan. Booth is an FBI agent, and Brennan is a forensic anthropologist. You can come with me, but you'll have to wait outside the room." I nodded, and followed him out. My ringtone, A Devil For Me by Black Veil Brides, started playing, so I pressed the answer button. As soon as I did, I heard KC's, Allie's, and Jay's voices on the other end.

"Hey, guitarist, what's up?" They all exclaimed as me and Lance walked across the street.

"Not much. I'm actually going to an FBI building with my big bro, what about you guys?" When I mentioned 'big bro' Lance looked over, but then he looked back in front of him.

"We're- Wait, did you say that you're going to an FBI building? What did you do?" They said with a laugh.

"I didn't do anything, smart one's. Big bro here is an FBI psychologist, and he has a session, so I'm going with him. Have you guys heard anything from Ollie?" Ollie was our manager, if we ever got signed.

"Yeah, we're having a meeting with him and some other guys tomorrow night. He said it was possible that we could start recording as soon as two weeks." KC said with squeals from her, Jay, and Allie.

"Shut up! Two weeks? That's insane! Please tell me you're not joking!" I exclaimed, causing Lance to look over in my direction.

"I'm not joking! We have to go, sorry. Love you, talk to you later, bye!" They said in short sentences.

"'Kay, love you guys, too, bye." I hung up the phone, and put it back in my pocket.

"Who was that?" Lance inquired as we approached a large building that read 'J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building'.

"It was Allie, Jay, and KC. We have a meeting with a bunch of guys from Attack Records and Filmworks tomorrow. We might be able to start recording in two weeks. This is amazing!" He laughed as we made our way to an upper floor, and to an office.

I sat on a bench in front of the office, and eventually two people, one man, one woman, walked into Lance's office. I just sat there, and played Angry Birds on my iPod. Once, I stopped playing, and stopped to check my Twitter and MySpace. I had a bunch of tweets that I responded to, and a couple of pictures people drew of me. They were all actually pretty good, and then there were a bunch of people who sent pictures to me of them wearing my warpaint. In case you're wondering, my warpaint was where I completely colored in my eyelids black, and then spread ice blue eyeshadow over them. After that, I drew a black heart broken through the middle, and outlined in blue eyeliner on my cheek. The whole band had something similar.

Again, my ringtone played, and again it was KC.

"Hey, what's up? Does this give you some sort of deja vu, seeing as you called me about an hour ago?" I asked sarcastically.

"Danny, have I got news for you! Guess who we are performing for tonight?" KC exclaimed with the rest of the guys yelling in the background.

"Who are we performing for tonight?" I asked, sighing.

"The president of the United States and his kids, that's who!" She yelled, causing me to almost drop my phone.

"No way! Are we seriously performing for President Obama?" I yelled, gaining the attention of most of the people in the office.

"Hades yeah, we are! Apparently, his kids love us!" She replied.

"What time?" I yelled, about to fall off my seat in excitement.

"About seven! You need to get your butt back to the hotel, so we can get ready, and stuff, so be back by four thirty, and if you aren't, I swear, I will rip out your jugular, cook it into cake, and eat it with glee! So, be here!" She exclaimed, and hung up.

"Well, that was pleasant." I put my phone back into my pocket, and noticed people staring. "Nothing to see here, go back to whatever you were doing!" I barked, and they immediately went back to work, except for one who came up to me.

"Hey, my son loves The Forgotten Dreams, so can I get your autograph for him?" The guy asked, holding out a pen and a piece of paper. I took it from him, smiling.

"Sure, what's his name?"

"Jackson. He's going to be so happy." I wrote, Hey, Jackson! The Forgotten Dreams love you, and you and the rest of the Dreamers are one of the reasons we do what we do, so don't ever change! Love, Danny.

"Tell Jackson that he should come to one of concerts soon. We're playing all over DC, and we'll be here for awhile. Bye, nice to meet you." I said, handing the pen and paper back to the guy. He nodded and went back to his desk.

"Oh! Look at that- thank God, somebody got murdered." I heard a guy's voice from inside the room.

"Okay, let's go." A woman's voice responded

"You're supposed to turn your phones completely off during our sessions, you know? Not just vibrate. It's a matter of respect." Lance called out as the man and woman rushed out of the room. Lance came after them, and paused in the doorway.

"Okay, normally, I would ask if you were okay, but I am way too freaking excited to ask!" I exclaimed, jumping up from my chair.

"Why, what happened?" He asked, leaning his lanky frame against the door, which he closed behind him.

"Looks like the Presidential family are Dreamers because we are performing for them tonight at seven!" I yelled, jumping up and down.

"What, that's amazing!" He exclaimed, giving me a high five.

"Oh, yeah, it is! I have to go back to the hotel at like four thirty to get ready and all that crap, but until then, I'm all your's!" I exclaimed, giving him a hug.

"You are very excited. You can come back with me to the Jeffersonian where we do all of our detective work. You can meet Hodgins and Angela, Booth and Brennan, and whatever intern is there. Come on." He led me back out, and we walked until we found a huge building which I assume was the Jeffersonian.

We walked in, and walked until we saw a set of sliding glass doors. We walked in and up to a large platform in the middle of the room where Lance swiped his card, so we could go up onto it. A woman and two men were standing on it, one of the men looking very dejected.

"Hey, guys. This is Danny, my long lost little sister I told you I was going to meet today. Danny, that is Hodgins, Angela, and I don't know who you are." He said, pointing them all out to me.

"Vincent." He said with a pretty obvious British accent.

"Hi, nice to meet everybody." I said, shouldering my bag.

"Did you know that in the English culture blue is the color that represents sadness, but in the German culture it represents being drunk?" The one named Vincent stated.

"No, I did not. My guys are going to find it very funny that my hair color symbolizes being drunk. They're going to get a kick out of it next time we go to Germany." I said, more to myself than anybody. However, they looked at me quizzically.

"Oh, I'm in a band, so we travel a lot, and we recently went to Germany." They all nodded in understanding.

"Did you know that only ten to fifteen percent of bands make it big?" Vincent asked, spouting another random fact.

"I didn't know that either. We're going to make it anyways." I stated confidently.

"There's no way to know that." He argued back.

"We are. We're about to get signed, we've already gone on tours, we've got an album set up, and we're performing for the president tonight." I said, defending my band.

"Oh... Well, congratulations. I'm sure you're all very talented." He said, drawing back.

"So, what do you do in the band?" Angela asked.

"I'm lead guitarist." I said with a sense of pride swelling.

"That's awesome. Do you do some major shredding?" Hodgins asked, looking up from his microscope.

"You better believe it, dude." I said, smirking, and leaning against the railing at the edge of the platform.

"So, what's up with the crazy hair?" Hodgins asked, going back to his microscope.

"I like the color. Being a band, there's always someone with the wild hair, and that just happens to be me. Well, there's the other guitarist, Allie, but she only has some red in her hair. So, I think that would qualify my hair as crazier." I explained as they studied my hair.

"Did you know that black is the total absorption of all colors and the absence of light?" Again, Vincent.

"That, I did know." I said, pointing my finger at him. Just then, a bunch of people came in, pushing a cart which had, I presume, a body on it.

Some of the guys carried the body onto the platform and set it on the table in the middle. The man and woman from earlier came up, and the woman put on a labcoat and latex gloves.

"Who are you?" She asked, directing her question to me.

"That's Danny, she's the long lost sister I told you about." I raised my hand in a gesture that said 'hey'.

"Hi, nice to meet you, but you don't need to be on the platform." I lugged myself off the railing, and headed to the exit when Hodgins spoke up.

"Aw, but we were having so much fun. She was telling us all about her and her band, and Vincent was spouting out more factoids, and it was a blast! Can we please let her stay up here?" Hodgins whined like a little toddler.

"I don't know..." She trailed off.

"Come on, Bones, don't be a stick in the mud." Booth said.

"Fine, but if you prove to be a distraction, we're going to have to ask you to leave." She stated, expressionlessly. I leaned over close to Lance.

"I get the feeling she doesn't like me very much." I whispered to him.

"No, she'll warm up to you. She's just like this at first." I nodded, and watched all of them work. I didn't understand more than half of what they were saying, so I didn't even bother to listen. I checked the time, and saw that it was almost four thirty.

"Hey, Lance-" He interrupted me.

"Call me Sweets. It's what all my friends call me." I nodded, getting a little nervous.

"I have to get back to our hotel, it's almost four thirty." He looked a little surprised. I noticed that a woman that they introduced to me as Cam, and Vincent were taking their gloves and labcoats off.

"Oh, okay. It's gone by so fast. Um, I can drive you back."

"Okay, come on!" I let him lead me to a garage type thing, and to a car. We got in, and started driving, me giving him lots of instructions on how to get there.

We finally got there, and I hopped out sending a thanks to Sweets. I ran into the hotel entrance and to the elevator, hopping around like I had to use the bathroom. It got there finally, and I ran on, pressing the button for the top floor, where our room was. People gave me a lot of strange looks, but I bolted down the hallway to our room, slid my key in the slot, and burst the door open. The guys were all in there, putting their warpaint on frantically. They were just wearing matching black T-shirts with The Forgotten Dreams written across the front, and black skinny jeans. We all had various jewelry on, too.

"Hey, get your freakin' warpaint on before I shove your paint down your throat!" Allie yelled.

"I'm going!" I ran to the bathroom to get changed, and put my warpaint on. I got ready in about a half hour, so I ran out freaking out about my guitar.

"Where's my guitar? It's not where I left it!" I exclaimed, running around the room.

"Danny! Your guitar is right here! Come on, we have to go!" We all ran back out, and down to the garage where Derek's huge car was waiting. By then, it was about five thirty.

We hopped in stuffing our instruments in the back.

"Drive!" We yelled to Derek, who was in the driver's seat.

"Don't yell at me, I'm going as fast as I can!" He stuffed the key into the engine, and gunned it out of the garage.

Once we got out of the garage he slowed down to about ten miles above the speed limit. We were yelling the whole time. We made it to the White House in another half hour, and through security and all that crap in fifteen. The guards led us into a huge room with four chairs in the middle, and a huge platform to the side. We walked up to it, and got our stuff set up, and did sound check. After all of that, the freakin' presidential family walked in and sat down in the chairs, surrounded by about ten huge bodyguards in black suits! Sasha was wearing my warpaint and Malia was wearing KC's warpaint.

KC's warpaint consisted of coloring in her eyelids black, putting light purple eyeshadow over it, and then drawing three slash marks on her cheek.

"H-h-hello, Presidential family! We are The Forgotten Dreams, now who's ready to rock?" KC yelled into her microphone. They cheered, and I turned the amp up a little bit, me and Allie playing the first part of Dirty Little Secret. We went through the entire set without any mistakes.

We ended up leaving a pretty good impression.

"Thank you, Presidential family. We hope you enjoyed the set! People just don't appreciate rock music anymore. Malia, Sasha, you guys are great, and you look awesome in the warpaint. You guys are absolutely amazing, and it was an absolute honor to perform for you." They clapped some more, and we stepped down from the stage to go and talk to them,

"Hi, you guys are the best!" Sasha told us, jumping up and down.

"So are you! We freaked out when we found out that we were performing for you two." KC said with all of us nodding vigorously behind her.

"Thanks, we love you guys. We tried to convince Mom and Dad to wear some of your warpaint, but they said that they weren't going to." We laughed a little bit.

"So, what's your favorite song?" I asked, leaving them to ponder it.

"The Black Parade." Malia said, smiling hugely.

"Dirty Little Secret. I love your guitar solo." Sasha said to me, causing me to blush.

"Thanks, I worked really hard on it." I said modestly. Allie pulled me over to the side.

"The president's daughter just complimented your guitar skills." Allie whispered excitedly.

"I know, I'm so happy!" I exclaimed.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you, but we have to leave now. Come on, girls." Michelle Obama said to us. We nodded, and started to gather up all of our stuff. We left about fifteen minutes later, and made it back to our hotel at around ten, after we stopped to eat at McDonald's.

Suddenly, Derek's ringtone, Move Along by us, started playing as we made our way down the hallway towards our room. He looked at the caller ID, and picked it up with a sigh.

"Hey, Katie, what do you want?" His little sister talked for a minute, and then he put it on speaker as we entered our room.

"Okay, we're on speaker, now what do you want?" He said impatiently.

"My friends have gone off the deep end. Derek you need to check up My Best Friend's Brother Is Derek Miller, Danny you need to check up Danny Sweets Is my Crush, Allie you need to check up Allie Harris: With You, Jasper look up I'm Jasper's, and KC check up When I Look KC In The Eyes." After that, she hung up.

"Okay, someone get the computer." Derek said. KC grabbed her laptop, and pulled up YouTube.

First, she looked up the one about Derek. She clicked on the video and saw a girl of about seventeen on the screen.

"Hey, that's Melissa, my sister's best friend." KC pressed play, and Melissa started talking.

"Hey, guys, the song I'm about to sing is called My Best Friend's Brother. This song is dedicated to my best friend's brother, Derek Miller, the drummer of The Forgotten Dreams." He looked at us, confused as music started playing and she started singing.

As it turns out, it was a love song. About a punk rock drummer who's six foot three.

"Dear lord, this is horribly awkward." Derek said after the video is finished. We were all a little bit surprised, and all of our mouths were hanging open.

"Why?" I asked, still not over my shock.

"Because, my mom called me yesterday, and said that she, Katie, Jack, John, Riley, Liz, and Melissa were coming to visit us next week." We started laughing really loud as KC typed in the title of the video about me. We saw a boy of seventeen on the screen, and pressed play.

"That's my little brother." KC said in shock. Of course we all knew who he was, but it still shocked us.

"Hi, this song is dedicated to my older sister's guitarist, Danny Sweets. They're in The Forgotten Dreams together. This song is called Crush by David Archuleta." I looked on in horror as KC's little brother sang Crush, another love song, to me!

"Dear lord, this is horribly awkward." I repeated Derek's previous statement. KC typed in the title of the video about her, albeit reluctantly. My little adoptive brother showed up on the screen.

"Dear lord, that's Riley." I said when KC pressed play.

"This song is dedicated to KC Jackson, the lead singer of The Forgotten Dreams, and my older adopted sister's best friend." Then, he started singing When You Look Me In The Eyes by The Jonas Brothers, of all people!

"How many left?" I asked in horror when the video was finished.

"Two." Jasper said nervously as KC typed in I'm Jasper's.

"That's Liz." Jay said in shock as her little sister's face showed up on screen.

"Hey, this song is dedicated to Jasper Hawthorne, the bassist of The Forgotten Dreams, and my older sister's best friend. One of them, anyway." And, she started singing I'm Yours by Jason Mraz. After that torture, KC typed in Allie's. John, Jasper's brother, showed up on screen.

"Hey, this is With You by Chris Brown, dedicated to Allie Harris, one of the guitarists of The Forgotten Dreams." We watched, more horrified than ever, thinking it would never end, and finally, it ended.

"What did our siblings do; join together to sing sucky love songs about us?" Allie asked when we got over our shock.

"Next time I talk to Riley, I'm telling him off." I said indignantly.

"I think that could be said for all of us." Jay muttered.

"Okay, I think we need to calm down and go to bed, because I am so tired." Jasper said, yawning. Us girls went into the bathroom to wipe off our warpaint as the guys changed into their PJ's, and then we switched.

"Night," We all said, separating into our joint rooms, and settling into bed.

XXXXXX

The next morning, I woke up a little before the others, and got dressed and all that crap. I wore a black, one-shouldered shirt that had a praying lady on with rosary beads in her hand, black skinny jeans that made it look like leg bones were showing through, and put on a bunch of jewelry, as I always did. My earrings were a wrap-around black rose earring and a blue star guitar type thing. My necklaces were a handcuff choker, a guitar pick necklace, rosary beads, and Hermione's Time-Turner from The Prisoner of Azkaban. I was wearing fishnet gloves, a white rose ring, and a Gryffindor crest ring. I had some bracelets that said Too Epic To Fail, Hello Kitty(panda version), and a round studded cuff. After I got dressed, I put a ring of black eyeliner around my eyes.

I just sat around, waiting for everyone else to get up. I was about an hour before they did. They got ready, and we went to go and get breakfast. I told them about the Royal Diner, so we went there. To avoid getting attacked, we kept our sunglasses on when we got in. We sat down and ordered (I got waffles, and milk). After we retrieved our food, we started talking.

"Last night was amazing. We performed for the president. Only the best get to perform for him; do you know how much hype we're going to get for that?" Derek asked, taking a bite of his omelet and nodding in approval.

"Lots. What time is our meeting tonight?" I asked, taking a sip of my milk.

"About five. And then, we have a concert at The 9:30 Club. Sold out." Jazz said.

"I knew that." I said sarcastically.

"Sweet. Are we going to kill it or what?" KC asked.

"Indeed you guys are." Jay said.

"Hello, Danny, how are you this morning?" A familiar British accent asked from beside the table. I looked over and saw Vincent. I took off my sunglasses.

"Good, how are you? I guess my sunglasses disguise didn't work too well, did it?" I asked with a laugh.

"I'm fine. Did you know that the modern waffle originates from wafers in the Middle Ages?" Vincent asked.

"No, I did not know that. Let me ask you something. When was the first guitar invented?" I knew that he would probably know but I asked anyways.

"The twelfth century in Europe." He answered correctly.

"I'm just going to give up on trying to find something that you don't know." I said, picking up a piece of my waffle.

"Gee, Danny, thanks so much for introducing us to the very attractive British guy who you seem to be buddies with." Jay said sarcastically, causing Vincent to blush.

"Thank you, did you know that the word buddy comes from the English word friend?" Vincent asked with more of his factoids.

"No, I didn't know that either. Vincent, this is Jay, Allie, Derek, KC, and Jasper. Happy now?" I said, pointing out all of the guys to Vincent.

"Nice to meet you all. So, how was your concert with the president last night?" He asked, and then I noticed that he was still standing up.

"It was good. Why don't you sit down?" I asked, gesturing to the seat across from me, and beside Derek. He nodded, and sat down, ordering some food.

"Brilliant. I looked at some of your songs last night, meaning all of your songs, and I thought that they were very good." He stated as the waitress came with his food.

"Thanks, which one was your favorite?" Derek asked, turning to look at Vincent. Vincent seemed a little intimidated by Derek but answered nonetheless.

"Probably Move Along or Fall For You. They're all very good songs though." He said.

"Very much appreciated. You know, we have a concert tonight at The 9:30 Club. It's sold out, but we can get you in." KC said.

"That would be smashing. You're a very wonderful band. You could very possibly bring Rock 'N Roll back." We all blushed this time.

"Cheers!" Allie said in a very terrible British accent. We all raised our glasses, and clinked them, causing some of our drinks to spill slightly, causing more laughter.

"Hey, Vincent, Danny, people I don't know." Another familiar voice said. I looked over and saw Hodgins.

"Hey, Hodgins, pull up a chair, and join the party." I said, and he did exactly as told.

"So, who are the rest of these young people?" He asked, after ordering his food.

"Hodgins, this is Derek, Allie, Jay, KC, and Jasper." Introducing them a second time.

"Nice to meet you all. Vincent, after we get finished here we have to go back to the lab. Some freaky crap has arisen." Hodgins said as the waitress put down his food. By then, the band had finished our food.

"Okay. So, what are you all doing after breakfast?" Vincent asked, finishing off his food.

"We're really not doing anything. We don't really have anything to do." I said.

"You could come back to the lab with us." Hodgins suggested, drinking some of his coffee.

"Depends on what kind of lab work you do." KC stated, folding her hands in front of her.

"We solve murders. Lots of dead bodies, and skeletons." Hodgins said.

"Sounds cool. We're in." Jay said.

"Cool, just don't get on Dr. Brennan's bad side. It may seem like she doesn't like you at first, but that's just the way she is." Hodgins stated, taking a bite of his pancakes.

"Did you know that the Chinese throw away 900 billion individual chopsticks every year?" Vincent spouted another fact.

"No, why do you keep spouting random facts?" Jay asked, sounding curious.

"They're not random to me. Facts are the stitches that hold the fabric of existence together." He said and we nodded in understanding.

A Devil For Me started playing so I picked up my phone, and checked the caller ID, and saw an unfamiliar number. I pressed the 'Answer' button, and held the phone up to my ear, and stood up to go somewhere else.

"Hey, Danny, it's Ian, I wanted to talk to you." I sighed as the voice of my ex-boyfriend sounded on the other end. He had broken up with me the year before, successfully breaking my heart, and ever since we had signs that we were going to make it big, he kept on trying to get back together with me. I was torn apart for months. I only started getting better when we went on our first tour(opening of course).

"How many times do I have to tell you, I don't want to get back together with you?" I exclaimed impatiently.

"I know just-just look outside." I sighed, and looked out the huge window, seeing the last thing I wanted to see; my ex-boyfriend. I hung up and stormed outside to talk to him. Or tell him off; whichever one worked.

"What do you want, you persistent idiot?" I yelled at him.

"I want to talk to you!" He exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Yeah, well, what are you doing in DC?" I continued screaming at him.

"I came to talk to you. I want to get back together with you." He said trying to grab my hand, but I yanked it away from him.

"But, you forgot to factor in the one crucial fact that I don't want to get back together with you!" I screeched at him.

"I don't see what I did that was so bad!" He yelled again.

"Is there a problem here?" Jazz and Derek asked, coming up behind me and crossing their arms.

"No, I was just leaving." And, with that, he left. We returned back into the Diner to see the rest of the guys looking on worriedly.

"Who was that?" Hodgins asked, just finishing his food and standing up.

"My idiot ex-boyfriend, Ian." I said shortly. We walked out, and got in the car to go to the Jeffersonian, all the way into the lab.

"Hey, Angela, do you think that you could entertain these six young people? They have nothing to do today." Hodgins said to Angela who we saw as soon as we walked in. She nodded, and Hodgins and Vincent headed to the platform.

"Why, hello, pretty lady." Derek said, checking Angela out.

"Don't waste your time, kid. You're a little too young for me, and you're not really my type." She said, gesturing for us to follow her into her office. We did, and saw many paintings.

"Nice office. I'm-"

"Allie, I know. I know all of you. I did my research about all of you. You guys are amazing." She said, causing our faces to flush even more.

"Thanks, we have a concert tonight. We could get you in." Jazz said.

"Thanks, that would be great." She said.

"So, what do you have to do in here?" We inquired.

"I have this thing over here where you can watch movies, go on the internet, or whatever." She said, pulling up her magical screen of wonders, as I like to call it.

"Cool. 10,000 BC? Can we watch it?" KC asked. Angela nodded, and pulled it up. We spent the next couple of hours watching movies, and such. We called the people in charge of admitting people into the concert, and told them to let in Angela and Vincent, and the rest of the day was pretty much lazy work.

"Come on, guys, we gotta leave. We've got a record deal to sign." KC said. We gathered up all of our stuff, and headed out of Angela's office. However, on the way, we ran into Vincent.

"Hey, Vincent, when going to the concert, go up to the people letting people in, and tell them your name, and they'll let you in." I said, and left him there. We headed out of the Jeffersonian, and into our car.

We drove to the headquarters of Attack Records, and got through security and all that crap, and walked up into a conference room. There was Ollie, and a couple of other guys. They were all centered around a piece of paper on the table.

"Hey, guys. Come and read the contract." We sat down and read the contract over several times. After finally deciding that it was a pretty good deal, we spoke.

"Where do we sign?" KC asked. They handed us a pen, and we signed where they told us to.

"Congratulations, you guys are now officially signed to Attack Records!" One of the guys, who was introduced to us as Jerry, said. We all jumped out of our chairs, and screamed, hugging each other like there was no tomorrow.

"We're signed, we're signed, we're signed." All of us sang, jumping around some more.

"Yes you are! You guys are getting a thousand dollars upfront, but we're going to be giving it to Ollie here. You start recording next week on Tuesday. Come to this address." Jerry said, handing us a card. They told us to go ahead and leave, so we did.

We made our way to the 9:30 Club to get ready, and all that stuff, and put our warpaint on, sound check, etc. We went in through the back door, because people were already lining up in front of the overly large building. Backstage was bustling with various people who did various things. One of them told us that we actually had dressing rooms! I went into mine, and saw that it was exactly like how I would picture one to be. Pale blue walls with a faded carpet, a white couch, and a vanity type thing with a mirror, and a spinny chair type thing. I sat down in the chair, and pulled out my Forgotten Dreams T-shirt, and my warpaint stuff from my bag.

I changed into my shirt first, and then did my paint. All of this took my about half an hour, so I was ready to go. I just sat there on the couch and listened to my iPod, and checked my Twitter, Facebook, and MySpace. After that, I played Angry Birds.

"Dude, come on, we gotta do sound check." Allie said, poking her head through my door.

"Coming." I put my iPod down, and followed Allie out to the stage.

I picked up my guitar, plugged it into a PA system, and started tuning it. My guitar was pure black and completely awesome. After we did sound check we walked backstage so we could make an entrance. Pretty soon, we saw the people filtering in from outside, almost all of them wearing warpaint, and such. Once the whole place was filled , we walked out onstage, and the crowd went insane. KC walked up to her mic and took it off the stand.

"Hey, Dreamers, I have the most spectacular news for you. We're going to record our first album starting next Tuesday, because we just got signed!" They screamed even louder, if possible.

"Now, who's ready to rock?" And, they screamed again. Allie and I started with Dirty Little Secret, and then the rest of the guys joined in.

After that, we played Move Along, and it just went from there.

"You guys are amazing! Thanks for coming out, and all that stuff, and there will be a signing in a minute out in merch tent outside, we hope to see you all out there!" After that, we went backstage, and security escorted us outside to our wonderfully awesome merch tent.

People were already lining up outside, talking excitedly, and trying to get up closer to the front.

"Hey, these people say that they're here to see you." A gruff voice said from behind us. We turned around to see Vincent, Hodgins, and Angela.

"Hey, Hodgins, didn't expect to see you here. Hey, guys, how goes it?" I asked.

"Dear lord, children, you guys are amazing!" Angela said in amazement.

"Thanks, Angela, you're amazing too!" KC said in the same tone.

"This has been one of the best concerts I've ever been to. I'm going to buy one of your T-shirts." Hodgins said, looking through our stacks of shirts.

"Thanks for all of the praise." Derek said happily.

"Did you know that rock 'n roll originated in the fifties?" Vincent asked.

"No, I didn't. Sorry, but we have a signing to do." Jazz said. They nodded in understanding as the guards type people pulled back the curtain thing to start letting people come in with all of their newly bought merch.

"Hi!" A girl excitedly said, coming up to the table, and clutching a black t-shirt. I noticed that she was wearing my warpaint.

"Hey, what's your name?" KC asked, taking the girl's shirt when she held it out to her.

"Penny. I loved the concert so much! You guys were right there, right in front of me, and now you're right here, right in front of me!" She squealed, causing us to laugh.

"Yeah well, we love our fans." KC said, handing the shirt over to me. I flipped it over to the back, and started signing.

Penny, you are awesome, and I'm really glad you came to the concert. I hope to see you again soon, and I love that you're wearing my warpaint. Love, Danny Sweets. I handed it over to Allie, and she signed, and then passed it to Derek, who passed it to Jazz, who, from there, proceeded to pass it to Penny, who screamed.

"THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" We laughed as she walked away.

I'm not going to go through every fan that we signed something for, but I will tell you that we signed one guy's back, and then a girl's leg, who told us that she was going to go and get a tattoo traced over our signatures the next day. Pretty intense.

"Okay, so, we are all yours now." I said, after we signed the last person's item(a CD that she made with a bunch of our songs).

"So, what would you like to do, in celebration of your record deal?" Hodgins inquired as we headed backstage.

"I don't particularly care. Right now, we're waiting to get paid for the concert." KC said, watching some dude make a check out to us. He handed it to us, and we looked at it.

"H-holy crap! Two thousand dollars! That's the most we've ever gotten paid for a concert!" I exclaimed excitedly. We all looked at each other and screamed.

"Okay, half of this is going into a bank account, and the rest of it is going to be split between the six-" Derek started, but Jay cut him off.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean six?" She said indignantly.

"You're getting a cut." He argued back.

"No, I'm not. You guys are the band, you're the ones who just performed, so therefore you get the money!" She said with a large sense of finality. I looked back, and saw Hodgins, Angela, and Vincent looking back and forth between them like a tennis match.

"Fine. Between the five of us, we each get two-hundred dollars to spend as you please. Come on, let's go, it's like one in the morning." He said with a yawn.

"'Kay. Well, glad you enjoyed the concert. It is a possibility that we'll see you tomorrow." I said as we walked back out from the room.

"No, we probably won't, we're looking at apartments tomorrow." KC said.

"Oh, really? There are a couple of openings in my building." Angela suggested.

"Really, cool? What's it called? Maybe we'll stop by." Allie asked.

She told us, and we thanked her.

"There are a couple of free apartments in my building as well." Vincent said.

"Well, out with the name, dude!" I exclaimed. He told us as well.

"Sweet, we'll stop by both. Bye, see you guys later!" We waved bye, and went our different ways. After that, we headed back to the hotel, and fell asleep.

A/N: Hey, hope you enjoyed! The Forgotten Dreams album comprises of the songs:

Time To Waste- Alkaline Trio

Dear God- Avenged Sevenfold

The Black Parade and Famous Last Words- My Chemical Romance

Fall For You- Secondhand Serenade

Candles- Hey Monday

I Love Rock 'N Roll- Joan Jett and The Blackhearts

Dirty Little Secret and Move Along- All American Rejects

My Best Friend's Hot- The Dollyrots

Far Away- Nickleback

Misery Business- Paramore

Your Guardian Angel- The Res Jumpsuit Apparatus