Concert one

Brio was singing Fuck It, and he noticed the drone he couldn't. His music notes were pink, and he came out of his guitar and mouth and knocked the drone out, and it landed on the stage. He finished his set, picked it up, and sighed, seeing the logo. "Fucking Nightwing," he mumbles and sighs. "I am too old," he mumbles, laughing. "Only 18, but still, he needs to knock it off." he picks it up and picks up his bag, and walks out to his motorcycle. He started it up some fans found him. He smiled for pictures and signed stuff, and drove off. He pulled up to Bruce's house and knocked. Alfred opens the door. "Yes sir, how can I help you," he said. Brio hands him the drone. "Tell Nightwing to knock it off," he said and left. When he got home, Nightwing and BeastBoy were in his penthouse. Brio turned the lights on and saw him. "Dude, really," he said and sighed. "My drone," he said. Brio smiles. "I gave it to your daddy," he said. Nightwing sighs. "Why," he said. "Because this is the fifth one, man. What do you want," he asks. Beastboy was trying to be excellent. "I would like you to become a team member," he asks. Brio laughed. "Oh, you were serious," he said. "Listen, I don't have a name or a spangly suit," he said. "Also, I wouldn't like to wear one. I make music," he said as a pink guitar formed. "Plus, my name itself means music, so," he said as the guitar went away. Nightwing nods. "Just think about it," he said, leaving his number. He left. Beastboy swallows. "Could I get a picture," he asks. Brio smiles and nods. He puts his arm around Gar and, kisses his cheek and, takes the picture, hands him the camera. Gar left. He looked at the picture on the way back.