“Well that went surprisingly well,” I commented as I pressed my head against Lyra’s neck and kissed it. “I’m surprised Rainbow only posted an insult about us being morons.”

“That’s all she said?” Lyra asked as she kissed my forehead before trailing them down my cheek to my neck. “That’s kinda tame for her in all honesty.”

“Well she uhm said more than just that,” I admitted sheepishly. Lyra paused her kissing and stared at me curiously.

“Well, what else did she say?” Lyra asked.

“Uh maybe you should read it,” I handed Lyra my phone.

“What? She says our song sucked and we can’t sing! That song has a hundred and ninety thousand likes and views last time I checked damn it! And she said the writer sucked too!” Lyra kissed me. “You did great writing that song! I was very proud of you Bons.” I turned a bright shade of red as I kissed back.

“Thanks LyLy. So what now?” I asked as I hugged her. Lyra gave me a mischievous grin that my inner self was screaming to not trust.

“Oh you’ll see.” Because that didn’t sound ominous at all. I had a feeling I was in for a crazy day when she said that.

I groaned as I prepared for a long five minutes of holding a camera. We really should get a tripod so all we had to do was press a button and boom, I could sit back and enjoy my girlfriend singing with our friends. Maybe I’ll talk to Lyra about it. Can’t really solve a problem if she doesn’t know it exists. It feels kinda weird to call the sirens my friend. The battle of the bands had just been a little while ago as is. Aria and Adagio sat down with Lyra and Vinyl and a random guy. Apparently he was Vinyls friend. Thunder Bolt I think she said.

“Alright so we are seriously doing another diss song?” Octavia asked with a raised eyebrow as she sat next to me. I gave a nod.

“She was pissed when Rainbow insulted my writing. And the fact that she insulted me and yours camera work,” I answered as Lyra glanced over and smiled at me. I gave a wide smile back and sighed contently. It was kinda nice to have a partner who got mad at things like this.

“She’s a good person,” Octavia said.

“You’re damn right,” I agreed as I lifted up the camera. “We really need a tripod for this.”

“Agreed.” I waited until Lyra picked up her microphone before hitting record.

“Lights out, you’re talking too loud. So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now?” Lyra sang and I closed my eyes. Lyra had a surprisingly soft singing voice considering what she is singing.

“Lifestyles of the young and the reckless checked in the real world that don’t ask questions. Dodging ‘em bullets like a fucked up western. Drag you on a rope till you’re choked out senseless. We are crowned, we’re the best around. Got an underground army, yeah, we’re holding it down. We built our base and what we found. It takes blood and sweat and always moving a crowd. No skill when you’ve gone the fast way. Let me see you dance, run from the AK. Bullshitting, though I’m dropping names. Till you know what you do, it all sounds the same. A piece of advice, quit dropping mine. You’ll be gone way before it even hits your time. Like a stripper in a cage making minimum wage. You’ll be gone like a dollar bill hitting the stage,” Aria sang angrily. Apparently Rainbow had went after her too and she was pissed.

“Lights out, you’re talking too loud. So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now?”

“I’m gonna light your ass up cause you ain’t got what it takes. You’re riding my nuts, you can tell your friends how my dick tastes. Yeah, I’m shitfaced in all black, looking creepy. This shit is way too easy. I might give it to you quick, go straight to your throat. Or put the burner in your mouth and turn you into a ghost. All these people making music with nothing to show. Who doesn’t have a band? Shit, I don’t know. What kinda sane person drops her own friend? What kinda sane person boos a great band offstage? What kinda sane person drops a verse like this? These damn meds ain’t working, I’m just too damn sick. Just you coming out here has got me provoked. Now I’mma cut your ass up like a line of coke. I’m gonna roll your crew up like a fat ass roach. And put you in my ashtray ‘cause you just got smoked,” Thunder Bolt sang just as mad as Aria. I was kinda impressed he could fake being angry.

“Lights out, you’re talking too loud. So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now?” Lyra sang her part again.

“Another classic case, you crash and burn. And it’s true, you’re dead wrong. It’s lights out, your last words. The world has turned its face, you’ll never learn. And it’s true, you’re dead wrong. It’s lights out, your last words. Walls closing in, they’re falling down,” Adagio sang before Lyra sang the final part for the song we had wrote together. It was a pretty fun past time for the two of us. I was still writing that one song for Sunset.

“Lights out, you’re talking too loud. So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, can you feel it now? We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now? Lights out, you’re talking too loud. Who the fuck are you now? Who the fuck are you now?” I took a deep breath. I covered the camera lens with my hand to make everything go black before singing my part.

“Lights out!”

Author's Note

Hmm maybe Rainbow won't make Lyra any more mad. All rights belong to Hollywood Undead as usual because I don't write music lmfao.

https://youtu.be/aGRmzpO94bc

I'm also kinda hoping HU doesn't sue me for using the song lmao. Crediting them is technically saying it isn't mine right?