Alfred was walking around a weird, crystal castle. The sunset made the palace look gold and violet. The way the sun bounced off the crystal made the strange palace project a twinkling glitter like stars. It was beautiful, probably the most beautiful thing Alfred had ever seen. He continued to walk down many different corridors when he saw some strange children running and playing. There was a pale blonde with glasses and her hair in a braid, a tan boy around the same age with groomed brown hair, and what looked like a small boy with brown hair in a red pinyin. They were all laughing happily with another pair of boys, one was speaking fast Portuguese and had a Brazillian macaw on his head, the other was talking in an Australian accent with a koala on his back. Another girl came running over to them with a Sampaguita flower crown on top of her head and a few large mangos in her hands. It worried Alfred that these children were playing alone in such a strange place.

"Hey there kids! Where is your mama?" Alfred ran to them, but they all giggled and started running away, "wait up!" Alfred continued to run. They all were laughing sweetly while they ran, until they heard a melody begin to play and a voice echoed through the halls.

"Mama!" all the children ran towards the music, so Alfred followed close behind.

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He finally came upon a room. His eyes bulged out of his head.

There sat a woman with long brown hair, gently rocking a cradle. Behind her were two blonde men, one had messy unkempt hair and the other had his pulled back by a ribbon into a neat ponytail. She kept singing to the children inside the old cradle with a smile, the other men fawning over whatever was inside. Alfred slowly began to walk to them when the man with messy hair looked at him. His eyes were shadowed but Alfred still managed to see his large eyebrows.

"Alfred, there you are. We've missed you terribly," the man spoke with an English accent.

"How do you know my name?" Alfred asked, "who are you?" Just as he asked that, the castle was beginning to crack. Her singing continued as the castle began to crumble around her and the others.

"Alfred, please come home. Come back to us, Alfred," the man pleaded loudly. Large chunks began to fall around them. The man stuck out his hand, beckoning Alfred to him.

"We have to leave! It's not safe here!" Alfred tried to run to them but the ground was shaking too hard. 

"I won't let anyzing 'appen zis time," the other man spoke with a French accent. Just then, the woman faced him with a soft smile, her eyes hidden.

"My sweet, darling, little America," She said softly, continuing to sing as the large glorious palace finally collapsed on top of everybody. 

Alfred woke up from his dream with a jolt, breathing heavily and at a very fast pace. His brow was beaded with sweat as pat himself over, making sure that his entire body was there. Once he was sure it was, he smiled and got out of his incredibly large bed. He then made his bed by fixing the white sheets and pillows, fluffy the American Flag comforter. He finished his bed by placing his American eagle plushie, who he named 'Bullet' in the middle.

He slipped on his fluffy white slippers with a yawn and stretched himself out. Going to his small balcony, he opened the door and took in the fresh air provided by the sunrise. He got his small watering can from under the mesh patio chair and went to his bathroom, filling it up and walking back to the patio to water his small planters filled with roses. Once he did that, he put the watering can back under the chair and went to take a shower. Stripping himself, he hopped into the hot and steamy water and began to wash his body. 

He used women's bathing products since his natural musk was more feminine, normally he smelt of rosewood and honey. So he washed his muscular body with an all-natural vanilla product, the same for his lovely golden hair. Once he was done, he wrapped himself in a towel and applied an odorless body spray to his armpits. He didn't want his sweat and ruin his scent. He then blow-dried his hair, making it fluffy since he used conditioner. He finally brushed his teeth with charcoal and mint toothpaste, making his teeth white and fresh.

He went to his room and put on his normal attire: a white tee that hugged his muscles, nice tight dark navy jeans, a pair of red slip-on sneakers, and the dog tags he had earned from his multiple times in the military. He also put on his glasses that sat nicely on his bedside table, snatched his wallet and put it in his pocket, and left his room. He went downstairs, where he saw one of his bandmates cooking breakfast. 

She was the English member of their troop, Roselle Boyle. But she simply went by Ro when around the others. She was tiny, maybe 5'1 if you wanted to be generous. She had long red hair that went to her thigh, but it was normally in a french braid. Her eyes were an emerald green and normally held a stern expression. She had pretty pale skin with freckles spotting everywhere. She often sported a tank with the Union Jack on it to tease Alfred.

"Morning, Ro! Need any help?" Alfred asked smiling. He and she were normally the only ones up at this ungodly hour. The young lady turned and smiled wickedly, nodding to her friend.

"Yes, would you mind putting the kettle on. I'm making Odette breakfast in bed! I'm afraid I was a bit rough with her last night," the Englishwoman smirked as Alfred gagged. She knew Alfred wasn't the best in terms of anything sex-related.

"TMI Ro!" Alfred squawked as he hurriedly put on a small kettle for tea. His cheeks were bright red, making Ro laugh as she flipped another crepe.

Odette Avet, the French member of their band, was, in fact, Ro's lover. The entire reason they were in this band was because of that. You see, both Ro and Odette came from EXCEEDINGLY wealthy families in their homelands. But, because of their 'chosen homosexual lifestyles' they were kicked from their family homes. So when they bumped into each other in an American airport, more like toppled because Odette straight-up ran into Ro by accident, it was love at first sight.

Odette had short, pale blonde hair that was cut into a bob style. She had blue eyes that were gold around the pupil and lashes that could cause a hurricane. She was a respectable 5'4 but still was a major bottom in all of her relationships. She often wore a smile, along with a light blue sundress and black flats. Personality-wise, she was compassionate and nowhere near shy to PDA. While Ro was considerably reserved and blushed like mad when she was given ANY form of PDA.

Just as Alfred began to start the coffee machine, more gay energy walked down the stairs in the form of Dimitri Smirnov and Conrad Schmidt. Conrad was carrying his lover potato sack style, the former groaning.

Dimitri Smirnov, the Russian of the group, was one of the eldest members of the group at 27 years old. He had brown hair that he often kept in a low ponytail and was almost whiter than snow. He had green eyes with speckles of brown and a tiny button nose. He was 5'8, only a few inches shorter than his lover.

Conrad Schmidt, the resident German, was the eldest of the group at 28. He had black hair that he kept buzzed on the sides and long and swooped over in the middle. He had a few tattoos on his pectoral muscles that went all down his shoulder blades and to the tip of his broad shoulders. He also had a nipple and tongue piercing. He was 5'11 and was the most muscular of the entire band. His eyes were dark brown but sometimes shifted towards hazel.

The two of them met in the streets of New York. You see, Dimitri was married in Russia to a woman named Olga. Together, they had a beautiful daughter named Anya. One night after leaving for his nightshift, his house was burglarized and burned to the ground. Both his wife and daughter died in the fire. Dimitri fell into such depression he lost his job, he had nothing anymore keeping in him Russia. He was an orphan there, but in America, he could be anything. He packed what little things he had and took his first flight ever to New York, where he worked on getting a visa.

Conrad came from a very, very small village in rural Germany. His family had moved there since they were constantly berated by people. You see, Conrad's great grandfather was a Nazi. Despite World War II being long since over, people still blamed Conrad's family even though the man was dead. Life in the village was fine until the past once again resurfaced, and Conrad was once again bullied and called a damn Nazi. After turned 21, he decided to leave Germany and get a visa for America. Since he was already fluent in five languages, he was actually given a visa fairly quick. He only waited two years before moving to America and becoming a citizen. He then got a job at a consulting firm. He was walking home from his long shift when he heard someone singing. He ran towards it and found Dimitri sitting on a bench with a hat, singing for coins. It was dead of winter and Dimitri barely had on a sweatshirt. Conrad approached him and offered his hand.

From that day on, the two became inseparable. Dimitri and Conrad got married within a year of meeting one another. Dimitri got a visa because of Conrad and Conrad quit his job to play music with his new husband.

"Conraddd~ Why can you never just sleep in?" Dimitri slurred to his German husband. The tall, black-haired man sat the shorter, Russian man in his designated seat at the table.

"Because then you would never get out of bed! I'll go get you coffee my sweet treasure," Conrad kissed Dimitri and went in the kitchen. Not even a 'good morning' was said between the three before they heard Dimitri's head thump onto the dining table and the soft snores echo. Conrad sighed as Ro chuckled and Alfred poured two mugs of coffee.

"GOOD MORNING EVERYBODY~" a lively yell came from the corridor, making Dimitri scream awake and thump to the ground. The girl chuckled as she helped up Dimitri, "lo siento, Dimi!" a tan girl bounced into the room. Her dark brown hair was in a messy bun and her crucifix bounced on her bosom.

"Jesus Christ, Alicia! Must you be so loud!" Ro scolded as she finished making tea and plating her breakfast in bed for Odette. Alicia simply giggled and poured herself a cup of orange juice. Ro rolled her eyes and carried the tray of breakfast up the stairwell.

Alicia Sanchez was the Spanish girl of the group. She had brown hair to her mid-back and amber eyes that looked close to gold. She was around 5'5 and was easily the most endowed in terms of assets. She was also the only other member who was married, and yes it was to another band member. She was originally a teacher in elementary school before she joined the band.

A man came down not long after and started an expresso machine. He had dark brown, almost black, hair that was a tuff of knots. He had hazel eyes and a slight tan, along with a birthmark on his chin. He had rectangular boxy frame glasses and a gold chain with the Italian horn charm.

"Enzo, dear, you're making me a cup too," Alicia hugged his waist and kissed his cheek. That made the Italian smile slightly and nodded. Alicia then began to help Alfred make breakfast while Conrad returned to the dining room with coffee for his groggy husband.

Enzo Pravo was a blue blood Italian with a Mafia look but a teddy bear heart. He was also a chef before he joined the band with his wife, Alicia. The two had a pretty content life before the band. They were both well-paid employees with a son named Joey and a girl on the way they were going to name Gia. One drunk driver changed that as they were coming home from a Christmas party. Having lost both their children, they began to write and perform music when they didn't have major work to do. Alfred overheard them singing one time and offered them a spot in the band, which they happily took.

The group all sat at the table before a thumping coming down the stairs. They all expected to see Ro and Odette, but nope. It was the last two members of their group, the youngest ones of the bunch, the trouble makers: Kim Rin and Maru Hiroto.

"Rin, Hiro, nice to see you join the living!" Alicia joked, making Dimitri and Alfred laugh. Rin flipped off the Spaniard and Hiroto just shrugged.

These two were a pair from the moment they joined. No, they aren't related. Rin in Chinese and Hiroto is Japanese. But the two were both orphaned by their families in their home countries and eventually ran away. They didn't meet until they were both picked up by an American circus, who needed performers. Seeing it as their opportunity to make it to America they joined and quickly became partners as acrobats. When they finally made it to America, they found it to be everything they dreamed. They would often sneak away when not practicing and sing for pocket money on the streets. That's where they encountered Alfred, who offered them the last two spots in his band. When they explained they weren't legal citizens, Alfred winked and told them he'd take care of it. Not even a week later the two Asians had a visa.

Rin was 4'11 and the smallest member of the group. She had brown hair that she often wore in two buns on the sides of her head. She also had these piercing black eyes and a pale complexion that made many men's legs turn to jelly. That's oftentimes when Hiroto would step in.

Hiroto was 5'6 and lean, but still strong. After all, he had to carry Rin on a highwire and swing around like a monkey. He had black hair that he often left loose, it wasn't long enough to be pulled back yet. He had dark pine eyes with tiny specs of navy and also a pretty fair complexion. 

The two of them were 17, thus were the literally babies of the group.

Time passed swiftly and many of them went to get ready while Alfred cleaned the kitchen and dining room. They all then met up in the music room, ready to rehearse their next charity performance. Alfred held an envelope in his hands.

"Ok dudes and dudettes, I got this in the mail yesterday! It doesn't have a sending address. It just says 'you'll see' so," Alfred opened it gently and his eyes bugged out of his skull.

"What does it say?!" Rin asked excitedly.

"It says, 'International, you are cordially invited to play for the monarchs on Europe! As of the second of January, your band is to arrive at the Roy Thompson Hall in Toronto, Canada to play for elite international delegates. Some members of royalty will also be in attendance, such as King Philippe of Belgium, Prince Hans-Adams II of Liechtenstein, Grand Duke Henri of Luxemburg, Prince Albert II of Monaco,  King Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands, and Pope Francis I of Vatican City. These are only a few members of royalty in attendance and we ask that this matter be kept secret as to avoid attempted harmful inflictions. The performance is a gift for the royals and delegates, so please prepare something extraordinary! Sincerely, Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom'"

The group flipped out. THEY were chosen to play for ROYALTY by none other than the QUEEN OF ENGLAND!

"We have to hurry up then and practice! It has to be perfect if it's for royalty!" Odette ordered.

"Hold on! We need a theme! We can't just go into this without a clear path of what we're going to do!" Hiroto exclaimed. Everybody nodded and put their heads together. It was quiet for ten minuted before Alfred smiled.

"What if we do a theme of 'Acceptance' They are delegates from different nations! If we perform songs based around acceptance and harmony, maybe even pull out a few different languages, it will show them how open and loving we are and set an example!" Alfred fist-bumped the air, making the others get to work. 

Rin, Alicia, and Odette were working on costumes. 

Conrad, Hiroto, and Enzo were writing music.

Dimitri and Ro were working on choreography.

Then there was Alfred, writing brand new songs.

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