Third person POV:

The five glanced at each other nervously. Jumin, V, Jaehee and Zen sighed, sitting down in a couple chairs. They seemed un interested, like they've seen this scene thousands of times. Seven sat on a table, drinking some Dr Pepper and Yoosung spun around in his chair.

"Well? Aren't ya gunna prove it?" (Y/n) asked, sitting down on a table next to Seven. "The stage is yours."

"You can go first man." Matt said, pushing Allen in front of the group of teens. Allen gave him the finger as Alfred raced up as well.

"Bro's stick together right? The hero will help!" Alfred announced. Allen rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue.

"You better not f**king mess this up pork chop." Allen grumbled. Alfred grinned and put his hands on his hips.

"I wont! Hit it Mattie!" Alfred called, pointing to Mathew. Mathew nodded and the music began playing.

(I don't normally put lyrics, so when I do please read them. I have actions for this song for the American bro's! Thanks!)

https://youtu.be/LGUnY6WFlws

Alfred // Allen // Both

She's an American beauty!

I'm an American psycho!

She's an American beauty!

I'm an American,

I'm an American,

American psycho!

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

I'm an American

I'm an American!

I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho! Alfred stepped forward, a large smile on his face.

I think I, I fell in love again~ Allen stepped forward as well, nudging Alfred's arm harshly.

Maybe I just took too much cough medicine.

I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet! Allen and Alfred glared at each other while singing.

The best worst thing

Woah~ The two stepped away from each other

You take the full, full truth then you pour some out.

You take the full, full truth then you pour some out.

And you can kill me, kill me or gosh sort em out,

And you can kill me, kill me or whoa~

She's an American beauty~

I'm an American psycho!

She's an American beauty~

I'm an American

I'm an American

American psycho!

(whoa, whoa, whoa) (x2)

I'm an American Allen shoved Alfred

I'm an American Alfred shoved Allen back

I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho!

I wish I dreamt in the shape of your mouth

But it's your thread count I really care about

Stay up till the lights go out.

Stay up, stay oooo~ Alfred spun around on the stage, making Allen roll his eyes.

You take the full, full truth then you pour some out

You take the full, full truth then you pour some out

And as we're drifting off to sleep, all those dirty thoughts of me

They were never yours to keep, keep

(whoa)

Altered boys, altered boys

We're the things that love destroyed

(I'm an American! I'm an American!)

You, me, us, them

We're just resurrection men.

(I'm an American! I'm an American!)

Us, we were only there, to make you live again!

(I'm an American! I'm an American!)

Us, we were pity s**, nothing more and nothing less!

(I'm an American!)

She's an American beauty~

I'm an American psycho!

She's an American beauty~

I'm an American

I'm an American

American psycho!

(whoa, whoa, whoa)

I'm an American

I'm an American

I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho! (x2)

(Really sorry about the terrible actions I put. I'm pretty terrible at stuff like this :p)

Once the song ended the losers club clapped, most of them had surprised looks on their faces. Arthur's jaw was pretty much dropped and the Canadian boys were snickering quietly. (Y/n) jumped off the table and stood in front of the boys.

"I'm quiet impressed. I didn't actually think you could sing." She stated.

"Ouch." Alfred muttered, clutching his chest.

"You might actually have a shot at joining the club." (Y/n) said.

"You mean, we can't yet?" Alfred asked. (Y/n) laughed, shaking her head.

"No way. You can get into the club if you beat us in the talent show."

"The winner also gets to tell one or all of the losers what to do for a full day!" Yoosung piped up. (Y/n) shot a glare his way before turning back to the boys. Alfred had stars in his eyes.

"But. No one has beaten us." (Y/n) stated. "So don't get your hopes up too high newbys."

"If we cant get in yet, why did you get Alfred and Allen to sing today?" Mathew asked.

"Eh? Oh. I wanted to see what we were up against. Duh." (Y/n) said shrugging. She glanced over at the clock and paled. "HOLY S***! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!!!!" (Y/n) yelled. She grabbed her backpack and threw it on, almost hitting Allen's face as she waved to her friends.

"Bye guys! See ya later!" (Y/n) called before running out of the room.

"What the f*** was that about?" Matt and Allen asked.

"(Y/n) doesn't normally forget about work. She must see something in you guys." Zen said, looking over at Allen, Matt, Alfred, Mathew and Arthur.

"Good luck at school tomorrow you guys!" Yoosung said, grabbing his bag. "I got to get going." A courses of 'me too's and 'same here's followed as everyone grabbed their bags.

"Great job with your performance you two! Sing like that and add dance moves, you might have a chance at beating us!" V said, walking out of the room. Once the club members left the room, Seven closed the door, crossing his arms as he glared at the five teens.

"I know what all of you are trying to do." He stated. "It wont work."

"Oh yeah? And what are we doing?" Matt asked, raising his eyebrow.

"You're trying to get close to (Y/n). I don't know your reasoning yet, but if it's for your own personal gain then stop. She's been through too much to have to deal with this s***." Seven stated before walking off.

"What's that suppose to mean? 'She's been through too much'?" Arthur asked.

"Don't look at me." Alfred said, putting his hands up in defence.

"She did mention something weird when she was a chibi.... Nah. I'm sure its not important." Allen mumbled, making a mental note to talk to Oliver later.

"I guess we should get going home then." Matt said. "Come on Mathew." The two Canadians walked out of the room and began walking home.

"I better go find Oliver before he bakes someone into one of his bloody cupcakes... Or tries to feed them some of his blood infused cupcakes..." Arthur grumbled, walking off, muttering curses under his breath.

"I didn't know you could sing!" Alfred exclaimed, stars in his eyes. "That's so cool! It was like, totally planed or something!" Allen clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"We're pretty much the same. Why wouldn't I be able to sing?" Allen asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Plus, a lot of girls think it's sexy if a man can sing."

"Whoa! Really?!" Alfred asked, jumping around.

"Of course. That's why the ladies are all over me." Alfred laughed as the two began walking back home. Forgetting about getting Oliver from the cooking club.