Chapter 1: Looking for the piano.

Being fresh out of Highschool, there's not a lot of jobs out there you can be given. I was lucky enough to land a job as a bartender at this pub/strip-club kind of thing. It had everything you could ever want in a pub as small as this one. Food, drinks, live music, and of course, the ladies. Shit, the place was so popular, pub owner Kuroro often had to put a sign on the door stating, 'Pub filled to limit'. The place wasn't at its limit, it was least 50 people past it's limit. All you hear is "Hey bartender!", "Yo, bartender!", "Refill over here, bartender!". I never got a break around this place.

Well that was until Kuroro had to fire, like half the ladies due to sales going down. Claimed it was because 'The staff was overflowing'. Overflowing, my ass...

Everything was turning out horribly, till one of the Ladies recommended a friend of hers to play here. She reasoned that since the others left since the lost of customers, maybe a new band would bring them back. Kuroro didn't like it at first since he didn't know this so called, 'friend', but with a little more convincing, he finally gave in.

The day after that, the band came to set up their things on the stage. They were called, Hisoka and the Geezers. No doubt they were all drunk the day they thought of THAT. There singer, Hisoka, (Who was creepy as fuck, let me tell you.) Had his slicked back into the weirdest hairstyle I've seen, and would possibly be very attractive if it weren't for the strange get-up, and face paint. They showed us a few of their songs, and I immediately face palmed. All of the music consisted of just random words screamed into a mic, put in the melody of a children's tune. "She'll Be Coming Around The Bed To Fuck", was the only one out of 15 songs that actually made sense.

Kuroro sent them out the door, before they could even ask if liked them or not.

Three days after that whole ordeal, I was in the middle of wiping counters when hope literally knocked on our door. Well not really, but it was close. 'Hope' was short, and his most noticeable feature was his light cyan blue hair. (I Wonder if it's natural... I didn't think anyone could be born with hair like that...), and his surprisingly golden irises. He knocked again, and I hopped over the counter, and half ran through the tables to avoid falling over to open it.

I opened the door as casually as I could and looked at him suspiciously, "What's up? You know we're closed for the day, right?"

His golden eyes shined from the lights inside the pub, "Yeah" he started, "but I was hoping you had a spo open, so I could play here."

"Hm..." I thought about it for a moment, and nodded, "Yo, Kuroro!" I yelled, "Some bum, here wants to ask for approval to play here!"

I turned back to him, expecting for him to be affected by insult, but his expression was surprisingly cold.

"So where's your band?" I asked. He didn't look like a band member. The only thing that made him stand out was his hair. He looked pretty average, wearing a navy blue turtle neck, (Why? It was ninety degrees outside.) and tight black pants. With black high-tops. He was also shockingly thin, and that made me do a double-take.

"I don't have a band, stupid ass. If I did, I would've had them here with me."

"Listen, here you-"

"Hey there!" Before I could finish, a And it was a good thing I didn't, Kuroro, came running out to see who the 'bum' was. "I heard you wanted to play here?"

"Yeah," The mystery boy responded, "You guys got a piano, I could use? I don't have one myself, because they're far to much money. You guys have money, right? You guys must have something I can use back there-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it." Kuroro ran back behind the stage to look for something the boy could use. He came back a couple minutes later, "We got a keyboard, luckily, one of the band members from the last guys left it here... Could that work?" He gave the boy one of his signature smiles that consisted of a smirk, and a comforting smile. Somehow that seemed to win over half the women he met.

The boy thought about for a moment than gave a heavy nod. He walked past me, bumping my arm, on what seemed like he did on purpose. I glared at his back and closed door. We already got of to a bad start. I'm just hoping he sucks at the piano.

A/N: so there's the first chapter... Not really knowing if I want to continue of not... Should I continue? Reviews please!