So this is my latest story. Another Muse one, as you can tell. Um...I know this sort of story has been done before but I made my own one now so it's more recent and has a bit of a twist.

Enjoy :D

Matt grabbed his Manson MB-1 guitar, complete with MIDI controller pad and cracked effects, donned a pair of flashing LED slanted glasses and headed out of the dressing room door. Dom was leaning against the wall, tapping out a beat on his lime-green-skinny-jeans-covered-legs and Chris was practising his bass tune for Hysteria. They looked up when he came out, grinned, and went down the corridor to Tech to make sure everything was set up. It was going to be a great concert tonight.

Sarah Mayes stood amongst the jostling crowd in Wembley Stadium, watching as the last support act exited off the stage. She'd been waiting several hours for the Muse concert to begin and her legs were getting tired from standing up. If they didn't come on soon, she was going to get really annoyed.

The concert was said to be one of their best. They were going to top H.A.A.R.P, top Glastonbury, top Reading and Leeds and go all out. Sarah wondered if Matt was finally going to get the giant flying UFO he'd wanted over a year ago.

The lights went down and the crowd went silent. Then, suddenly, the spotlight was flung to the right side of the stage. The crowd cheered, but there was no one there. The spotlight crawled over to the left side of the stage and the crowd cheered again, but there was no one there either. People frowned in confusion. There was nowhere else to get in.

Matt peered over at the people and then staggered backwards, almost falling over Dom in the process. He got a few weird looks as they were drawn across, over the stage. And suddenly, as they laughed silently at the perplexed crowds, the spotlight shone in their eyes. Chris squinted against the brightness and was suddenly reminded of the time he'd gone to the small little beach just a few miles from their home town, Teignmouth, with his mother. Where was that little six year old now? He wondered, not for the first time, whether fame had changed him.

Sarah gasped as three figures appeared over the top of the stadium. One was small and skinny, one was bigger and stockier and one was just average. Then, one by one, they floated down towards us and took their respective places on the stage. Sarah's eyes widened and she roared with the crowd as the members of Muse 'flew' onto the stage.

As soon as Matt's feet touched the floor, he let out a deep breath, careful to move the microphone away from his mouth as he did so (they'd finally got him one that was attached to a headset so he could move around and sing at the same time). He walked over to the tape on the stage where he was supposed to start off and slung his guitar over his shoulder by the strap.

"G'd evening Wemb-er-ley!" he cried, and everyone cheered. Dom grinned as he sat down on his stool-leopard print covered, of course. "How're you guys doing?" He then played the first chord for one of their new singles. Dom slammed the drumsticks together and suddenly they were rocking out.

Sarah was jumping around wildly and singing along with the rest of the crowd as Muse were jamming out on the stage. Matt was up to his usual antics, walking backwards and forwards and 'raping' his guitar like there was no tomorrow. Which, according to the song, there wasn't. It was awesome.

Muse could really feel the vibe tonight. This crowd had been waiting ages for the release of their new album, and already they knew it off by heart. Matt couldn't help but smile as he song, despite how dramatic the lyrics were. There was nothing better than rocking out with thousands of other people. He felt loved. He felt, maybe a little, understood. He felt great.

And then, suddenly, the spotlight flashed to the back and illuminated something that was definitely not supposed to be there. His singing cut off as his fingers continued to play as if he was programmed. No, that was definitely wrong. There was something out of place. What was it? What was it? He couldn't think. That was the good thing about music. Well, usually. It was too loud to hear your own thoughts. The noises pounding in his ear were so loud and thumping that he couldn't tell the difference between the crowds shouts of joy or screams of warning. One minute he was playing the guitar solo, then the floor disappeared from underneath him and he fell to the ground below.