The setting? Underground new york. A ratty no named town, where you can't walk the streets alone. Punk concerts go on where ever they can. Four rival bands Want to be the rulers of the underground scene. Four bands consist of people that will be young forever, if they can become the kings of this town. These four bands don't play nice, they manipulate the others, and sabotage them. But what will happen if friendships form in between the bands? Maybe even love?
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Angel sat under a tree at night, he could only think of lyrics to write when it was night, almost as if he could only feel at night. He looked up at the quarter moon then back down at his paper, which had quickly scribbled words, forming a song lyric. He sighed a little, if he didn't get inspiration soon, his band would get his brother to make lyrics. and Richie's lyrics were totally meaningless. He wondered if he would meet any of the rival bands of the town tonight. He didn't exactly know what he would say to them, he heard some of them were brutal.

He looked up at the sky again, and to calm his nerves he started to sing a small part of his favourite song, "We'll carry on, We'll carry on! And though you're dead and gone believe me, you're memory will carry on.." He smiled sadly to himself while singing, His father wanted him to sing that song at his funeral a year and a half ago. His father was always a rebel, so of course he fought it when he got lung cancer from years of smoking. he made it two years before he decided to 'join the black parade'. he loved that song, so when Angel sang it at his funeral, it became his favourite song as well. Angel continued to sing that gritty song in the night, not caring if anyone heard him or complained about it.