Rockabye Rockstars

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"We'll see who's overreacting..."

Grim mumbles erupted from Jimmy's pale lips as he entered his secret room filled with wizardry and spells. Each potion placed on each shelve lit up the room, and was pretty much the light source for it. Cobwebs dangled from the ceiling and stuck to the creaky floorboards.

His feet step in carefully. One after the other, like always, but he makes sure he doesn't make too much noise for the others to tag along and follow him. Then his plan would be ruined! And this plan was much too rich and glorious...

He reaches for a circular glass with a steaming, hot pink, glowing liquid bubbling inside, soon popping open the cork that kept it shut. The steam curved off the walls like he was standing in a foggy grave sight, and the guitarist gives a gruesome lip curl of a smile.

He sets the potion down on the nearest table and runs to his spell book, his hand propping it open and letting his fingers dance through the pages, soon settling on one certain spell. The most miraculous spell, and certainly a fantastic one for harmless revenge, right?

It read as the "get sick" spell, leaving those who are cursed to get terribly ill for a week, but not die. Bingo. Page clutches the potion once again in his hand and raises it upwards, grinning and chanting the spell.

"Oni dolzhn pomolodet..."
The black haired lad mutters, his eyes fluttering shut as a green swirl of light twirls around his body.

"Oni dolzhn pomolodet...!"
The tone in his voice erupts a bit louder now, and the liquid from the glass starts to rumble, soon shooting out and blasting against the ceiling and against two windows. Jimmy widens his eyes in confusion, but soon narrows them and shakes his head, continuing to the final two steps.

"Oni dolzhn pomolodet!"
He screeches one last time, stamping a foot and dropping the glass, letting it violently shatter as he throws his hands out by his sides and grits them into fists. A single yell could be heard from Jimmy once again, before he shouts,

"And begone with it!".

Then it's over. The room relaxes and returns back to the way it was, and Jimmy lets an exhausted smile run over his cheeks. It was finally over and finished with... Now, it was time for bed.

"Tch, hey, hey Enty, c'mere."
Moonie snickers, pointing to his torso. John walks in, peering to Moon and raising an eyebrow.

"Whaddya got going there, Keith?"
He asks, narrowing his brows. Keith quirks his lips and shrugs.

"Dunno. Got some weird light swirling 'round me for some reason."

John gives a cock of his head, quirking his lips and sighing. This is soon short lived when he peeks downwards, seeing light before him now.

"What the fuck...?"
He mutters, as well does Pete, who has the same thing occurring with him in the other room.

All except Roger...

All except Rick...

All except Axl...

All except Krist...

All except Bill...

All except Ringo...

And finally, our lil' mastermind.

All except Jimmy...