1 - Meeting the Villans

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Four boys walk onto a stage in the middle of the Isle's marketplace. A crowd of screaming people could be heard as they walked on the stage.

The one with the red hair walked to the right side of the stage and stood in front of the microphone. The blond one with straight hair lying on his forehead walked to the middle of the stage, both of them had a guitar.

The kiwi boy walked to the left side of the stage with a bass, while the final member, with blond curly hair, walked to the back and sat at the drums.

"ISLE OF THE LOST, WE ARE 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER. WHOSE FEELING AWFUL TODAY?" the red headed one shouted into the mike.

More people continue to cheer and boo, "This song is called Social Casualty. We hope you hate it!" the one in the middle of the stage said. "One! Two! One Two Three Four!" the drummer called out. The four boys began to sing:

La la la la la la da da
La la la la la la da da (Ooh!)

(Instruments start to play as the middle one starts to sing)

Just a kid it's all the same

Growing up, it doesn't change

Who are they to try and put us down? (Try and put us down)

Had enough of what they say

Sick and tired of all their games,

Stand up and sing it with me now. (Sing it with me now)

(The only things that could be heard were the sound of drums as all four sang again)

La la la la la la da da
La la la la la la da da

(The redhead starts singing as the blond boy goes to sing into the kiwi boys mike as they rock out beside each other)

So save me from who I'm supposed to be

Don't wanna be a victim of authority

I'll always be a part of the minority

Save me from who I'm supposed to be

So tell me, tell me, tell me what you want from me,

I don't wanna be another social casualty.

(Social casualty)

(The kiwi boy moved to the mic as he started singing, while the blond one went all the way to the redhead's mic and rocked out beside him)

Just a girl turned eighteen

She ran away to chase her dreams.

And they said she wouldn't make it far. (Wouldn't make it far)

(The blond one walked back to his mic)

She took a chance and packed her bags

She left town and didn't look back

So tired of wishing on the stars (Wishing on the stars)

(All four boys began to sing again with only drums playing)

La la la la la la da da
La la la la la la da da

(The redhead starts to sing again with the blond boy, while they all rock out and jump around the stage)

So save me from who I'm supposed to be

Don't wanna be a victim of authority

I'll always be a part of the minority

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