"Where are we going?" Melody asked a few minutes into the ride. The man gave her a smile and nodded.<br/><br/>"We're going home, Lady Rae. Your new home." Melody rolled her eyes, and took the thin headphones from around her neck, placing them on her ears.<br/><br/>"Do you mind?" She asked, the man giving her a simple shake of his head. "Thank you." Pressing play on the walkman, she leaned her head back on the seat and closed her eyes.<br/><br/>'<em>Hard! Rock! Hallelujah!</em>' It was the only cassette she had, and with the invention of CD's and MP3's, the cassette had long bitten the dust. But it was the nastalgia she got Melody liked. It was an oly cassette her mother had given her just before her father died, and she loved it so much. But it had also caused so much pain to those students...<br/><br/>No. Not pain. Justice. It was<em>justice</em>those fools got, and nothing more. They got exactly what they deserved for ridiculing her her whole life. '<em>Those who are the jokers soon will be the new kings!</em>' Truer words she's never heard.<br/><br/>A light tap on her shoulder woke her up. She must have fallen asleep in her memories. Taking the headphones from her ears, she looked at the man as he held the door for her. "We're here, Lady Rae."<br/><br/>"Not Melody." She muttered, stepping out. Turning the walkman off, she looked at the warehouse they had parked before. "Hardrock Hallelujah."