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All the digital numbers on his watch changed at the same time announcing midnight and the start of the show. The entrance of the mansion was filled with boys and girls, most of them were teenagers, many were mutants with mutations quite visible as wings, tails, fangs and/or eyes of different colors. Others did not. But everyone was there to listen, all gathered at the gates of the mansion that were still closed and would be in that way until he arrived. The nearest trees had been equipped with powerful spotlights that lit up a big stage, which was already equipped with some powerful speakers. The instruments rested quietly in the center wishing to roar for all the guests.
The lights generated a circle of light, a small sun in the center of the scene that threatened to take the night by force and turn it into day to keep awake all the inhabitants of the mansion.
The speakers seemed a giants black throats. could their mouths lead to a distant dimensions? Would they travel to other worlds? Yes, they would. They were portals to other dimensions where thousands of worlds and situations could happen through their infinite amount of voices and sounds. The masters of the voices of the band, owner of the voices of the guitars and drums. They also waited anxiously for the show to start . They were fed by electricity that ran through dozens of cables below the stage as if they were the veins of the gigantic monster that owned numerous hearts.
The monster's mouth opened wide with a squeaky metal sound followed by the sounds of the footsteps of the numerous guests .
The speakers vibrated at the shouts of "Are you ready, guys? ¨ a child , almost a teenager, leap into the circle of light that marked the center of the stage. Without shirt, black leather trousers, black shoes and a crimson cape on his shoulders that danced sweetly with the soft evening breeze, the neck of the cape created shadows on his face that made him look, at times with a charming seductive pride and hint of mystery and others with a face of a demon with a deadly desire for human flesh. Neither side was lying, because the child had been both along the course of his short life.
His hair, black as the darkness that reigned outside the central circle of light, fell on his face irregularly. His voice was amplified instantly by the speakers when his voice was captured by a small wireless microphone. All of the bands members were wearing one.
He carried something in his hand. It was hard to guess what it was, seemed a stake, a sword or a cane. It was somewhat stretched but not very long. The light intensity decreased to help hide it, while the eyes of those present were adapted to the new light intensity Fausto grabbed a lighter from his pocket , a Zippo. The lighter was not important but he skillfully lit it on fire almost instantly after it was out of the pocket moving the attention to the new object that appeared on the scene.
The Zippo crossed in front of his face with the object that was hidden in the shadows. The torch burned instantly throwing sparks into the air, the lighter flew to the side of the stage. It was not an important object.
The torch danced in his right hand while his left hand blindly looked for an object hidden in his belt, right in his back. He quickly filled his lungs to the fullest. He found it, the small bottle quickly flew in his hand toward his mouth. The content disappeared in it. Again the object was discarded without any worries, pulled to one side with reluctance.
The dancing fire jumped between the public and his face, the boy spat and therefore the Methyl alcohol mixed with boric acid (common roach killer) produced a beautiful and huge green flame when it collided with the burning torch. fire rose majestically and illuminated the area outside the light circle even more. It lit , but what was even more illuminating was the smile of over half of the spectators, someones joined their him shooting flames from his hands or mouths. but none had the artificial color created by Iron Mouth.

Takumi, the Japanese boy was dressed as a rebel, his clothes were filled with anarchist graffiti, he was embarrassed to see how many girls screamed when he jumped on stage, he had not expected such a reception. He did not carry his beloved Fender, he carried a black Gibson. The adorable and attractive Cielle jumped up on stage, and waved to all. She seemed a small girl but her clothes gave a totally different image, she was dressed entirely in black leather. The tight clothes and her sight and seductive winks stole more than a sigh for the male guests . Each one took his place on stage, Cielle sat on her place and took the drums and sticks, but waited for the others to start , she simply stared and waved the public.
Takumi in his place looked more nervous that she and the child together. Fausto was the only one that did not remained on the stage, he left by the back, his figure disappeared in the shadows and after a bit he came back with a guitar, Takumi's Fender.
The Japanese took a step toward, but he stopped. Fausto walked toward him lightly, with a smile on his face with the joy of someone who fulfills a promise that seemed absolutely impossible. ¨ I succeeded. I came back without any problems. I'm alive.¨ He just said it to Takumi but was amplified by the sound equipment. Both changed their guitars, Takumi watched his beloved, grateful that he had returned ¨her¨ in one piece, Fausto watched his new guitar nodding while he examined it. It was exactly what he had requested. The color was perfect, her pants, her hair, her eyes. all of him was in combination with the particularly nature of this ebony beauty.
¨Takumi the yellow lightning, Cielle the enchanter and finally me, Iron Mouth the black thunder.¨ The child made an exaggerated bow and stayed there a few seconds looking at the floor. He lifted his head with a huge smile on his face and began to speak to the public, his voice was soft but at the same time showed strength.

¨I just want to make the world a better place, but everyone says that I am very small. Say that I am too young to complain, to feel, to get angry, to fight ... but I will just shout something in answer ... NO MORE!¨

The drum and cymbals began to sound, the fender roared above the murmur of the people and the hammering of the drums, Fausto answered with Gidson, with a powerfull growl. Lightning and thunder. The guitars alternated his war cry to play the music, roaring, bringing their unique sounds until the two interpretations merged into a single cry that rose high into the night sky along with the explosions of the drums. The intensity of the reflectors hightened again and focused on the three while the first words of the song flew from the child's throat.

You said I am stupid, yes I am.
You said I am evil, yes I am.
You said I am wrong, perhaps I am.
You said I am useless, perhaps I am.
You said I am a freak, but you are wrong.
You said I am alone, but you are wrong.

Fausto kept a moderate level in his voice in the first part of the sentence despite the speed of the words and music, and ended it with a struggling cry accompanied by a shriek of his guitar while Takumi continued with the melody. Then coupled back to the rhythm of the song along with Takumi.
Among the next stanza the intensity of the guitar decreased and the drums took control of the melody for a few moments, making the air and hearts vibrate with each hit. The voice of the three rises above the instruments, amplified by the giant speakers that reached every corner of the mansion.

I am not a mistake and I am not alone.
All around the world, our power grows.
We are the ones you do not choose to see,
But we are right here, waiting to be.
We are the evolution, the next step.
We are the future, we are what's next.

Take care little human, look carefully.
The revolution is coming. There's nowhere to flee.
We have the power,and we are everywhere.
We are the evolution, the next step.
We are the future, we are what's next.

When they finished, the small gap between the stanza was filled by the heavy roars of the instruments, Iron Mouth walked across the stage while he played his guitar, it played very well despite the way was the first time he played with it. It was a good guitar, Takumi had chosen it well. If he knew the horrible scream that he took from his beloved fender until he could build up a decent melody ...
The boy just continued alone the song until the two sentences that made up the chorus, which were sang by all the band. Cielle's voice added a sweet melodic sound to the chorus. When the the three cried ¨ We are what's next ¨ the music accelerated three times and relaxed at the end to let the last part sang by the three together .

Come here brother, help us to make the change.
Just pull the trigger and satisfy your rage.
We will start the revolution.
We will share our evolution.



[note: is the first time IM appear in the mansion after colombia ]