"Artemis come on! Hurry up or Zeus will kick our butts!" A female yelled at the blonde as he put on his shirt, if you could even call it that. The fabric was ripped to show the outline of bones, or where they would be, on his body and showed off his skin. His spiked collar was a bit loose on his neck, but the same couldn't be said for his brown skinny jeans that went just below his curvy and skinny hips.

"Zeus wouldn't kick our asses." He rolled his eyes, ruffling his hair up a bit more with gloved hands, making his green highlighted tips stand as if spiked.

"This is our first performance at a competition, yes he will. Now let's go!"

"I'm coming Athena, God." He sighed and opened the bedroom door, walking out and towards the van where their instruments were packed.

Arthur "Artemis" Kirkland smiled as if he was the luckiest man in the world. The punk and his band were in a battle of the bands, the first one they've been in. They usually performed in other places like cafes or bars-even if some of them weren't the legal age to get in-and even at a local high school.

His band consisted of five people: himself, Omega "Athena" Di Angelo, Christian "Zeus" Lopez, Walter "Ares" Goodman, and Joy "Aphrodite" White. Why the Greek aliases? They all love the mythology. They formed a friendship over a single project about Greece and it's myths when they performed one of them for their class. Which one? The myth of Eros and Psyche, though more PG.

Arthur, despite not being named after the King God but instead one of his daughters of all people, was the lead. He played lead guitar and sang lead. Omega was back up guitar and minimal vocals. Joy did bass and sang sometimes. Christian played the drums, and only sang sometimes. Walter was a bass too, and never sang.

They made a perfect group in their eyes.

Arthur snapped out of his thoughts when Omega poked him.

"You nervous? I heard you invited your boyfriend." She snickered.

Arthur glared. "He's not my boyfriend." Yet, he thought to himself.

Alfred F. Jones, the source of his misery. He's written a lot of songs about that handsome, blue eyed, idiotic, pain in the neck, wanker.

But he couldn't perform them at the concert, they had to do covers at these events.

"Is he going?"

"He said he would."

"Cool."

---

"Everyone please give it up for 'Greek Anthem'!" The announcer yelled into his mic as the group stepped on stage.

Arthur had his guitar in his hands ready. He looked out into the crowd briefly before he started.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, your bad romance"

Arthur couldn't help the sensual vocals and looks he gave the crowd, giving an almost erotic feel to what they played. His band used to him turning their performances sexy, so they just continued without fail.

"I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh--oh-oh!)
I want your love and
All your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your horror
I want your design
'Cause you're a criminal
As long as you're mine
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love-uuhh)

I want your psycho
Your vertigo shtick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you're sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

You know that I want you
('Cause I'm a free bitch baby!)
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, bad romance

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!)
I want your love and
All your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance"

Out in the crowd he finally spotted a group. Some friends from his school looking at him with wide eyes and wider mouths. Their jaws practically hit the floor. Arthur almost chuckled. They should seen his performances when he dances.

"Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy

Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy

Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy

Walk, walk passion baby
Work it
I'm a free bitch, baby"

Omega and Joy sang that part. He didn't mind, it gave him time to give a saucy wink and a roll of his hips to the crowd, which cheered louder.

"I want your love and
I want your revenge
I want your love
I don't wanna be friends

Je veux ton amour
Et je veux ta revenge
Je veux ton amour
I don't wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I don't wanna be friends
(Caught in a bad romance)
I don't wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance!

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I want your love and
All your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance"

The lights went out and the crowd screamed. Arthur and the rest ran off the stage, making way for the next band that was performing.

"We did awesome!"

"That was so fun!"

"Did you see that hot dude in the crowd?"

"Artemis you did amazing!" Athena jumped on him and squealed.

"We all did. Hell, even if we don't win, this will be a night to remember!"

---

"And the winner is...Greek Anthem!"

The group cheered and ran on stage to get the trophy and $5,000 reward money.

"Anything you wanna say?"

"We are so happy to be here and we want to thank you guys for letting us perform, and all the other bands that performed along side us you're winners too!" Zeus said into the mic.

They got off stage and the other bands congratulated them for winning. The band went to the back where their van was and started packing up, putting everything away. 

Arthur fixed the spiked collar on his neck and put parts of the drum in the van.

"Artemis, there's some people who want to talk to you approaching." Aphrodite cooed.

Arthur stuck his tongue out at her, showing off the piercing, then walked over to the group approaching.

"Get some! Whoo!"

He flipped off the second bassist as he walked, rolling his eyes, but smiled at his group.

"Hey guys, what did you think of the performance?"

"Dude are you always that erotic or just when you sing?"

Gilbert received a smack for that comment.

Arthur chuckled. "Aphrodite told me to do that while we performed so I'd get a boyfriend. It just stuck so now I do that stuff." He shrugged.

"You guys did great Artie. Congrats on winning by the way!" Alfred smiled and gave two thumbs up.

"Your french wasn't bad either, mon ami." Francis smiled playfully. Arthur smiled back. He always felt better after performing.

"ARTEMIS LET'S GO! I HAVE A CURFEW!" Zeus yelled from the van.

"I have to go, I'll see you guys later."

Arthur ran towards the van and jumped in, the door closing behind him.

They liked the performance. He couldn't help but feel giddy.

---

Arthur opened the door to his apartment, confused to see Alfred. The concert was two hours ago and he had thought his friends went home or their dorms. 

They were college kids, classes were important.

"Hey Alfred, what's-"

The Brit was cut off by the American kissing his lips, surprising him until he just melted into it.

Finally, finally, he was getting with the guy he liked.

"Wanna give me another performance?" The taller blonde whispered huskily.

"I don't see why not."