Rocks stars. Lies. Pop stars. All of them. They don't work.

They fight their way through life, but not like everyone else. They're rich. Popular. Most the time at least.

"Luna! You're here!" Melody said, tackling me. "I'm so happy!"

"Yes, yes, I know. I came for you," I said, pulling her off.

Melody smiled. Then she grabbed my wrist. "You have a free ticket for the front row. In fact, you don't even have one."

I smirked a cocky smirk.

I sat down in the front row as Melody went into the back to get her band ready.

She performs. And the rock song is amazing.