Musique
Musique; French word for music; noun; an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.
Chapter One: Le Disko
We're the girls Le Disko, Supersonic overdrive
Shiny Toy Guns "Le Disko"
The only reason Uchiha Sasuke was in the club was to "chaperone" the Dobe and "Maybe have some fun" in the process.
Tch. Like that could ever happen.
Especially to one Uchiha Sasuke.
Epitome of masculinity, ice prince, bastard, possibly world-wide adoration, and…he was just so pretty.
Haruno Sakura had known there was no such thing as a "pretty man" but if there was…Uchiha Sasuke would be a picture right next to the word smack-dab in the dictionary.
US Weekly, People Magazine, and sometimes Vogue. His pictures were everywhere. He had even reached London England, where I had been staying the past few years.
Japanese to the core, I had always wanted to go to the U.K. And when I turned eighteen I applied for college there. My best friend, Ino, had been offered a modeling job in Paris, and frequently visited.
Um, hell to the yeah.
It all started when I was forced to get a job.
A college girl?
A job?
No way, really?
That was the sad truth of the thing. I had looked through the entire flippin' phone book.
Finally, fate had turned the odds in my favor.
DJ wanted!
Must be 17-25 in age,
And preferably sexy.
Call the number below if you meet qualifications!
-Club ICHA
It was the first night he saw her. The first thought he had been "What the fucking hell?" the DJ his manager Kakashi had found was not what he had been expecting.
He was Uchiha Sasuke, of course he owned a lot of small businesses, and the Club idea had been his managers. Not that he would ever tell anyone.
We're gonna ride the race cars
The girl had short pink hair, and had large green eyes that seemed to glow.
Dyed? Contacts?
She was about five seven, ample breasts, slender…
Surgery? He had never seen such a perfect mouth. Or chest.
And she was sucking on a lollipop.
The girl was dressed in a peculiar outfit, a ripped black tunic, with a metallic silver shirt underneath, lots of silver bangles dressed her arms, clinking whenever she danced. Low rise black cargos. He noted. Non-designer.
Always on beat…
The massive stereo system covered below her waist, he saw her clutch one of her Monster Beat by Dr. Dre headphones to right her ear, which he noticed had been pieced four times. Three lobes - two diamonds one silver hoop- and one cartilage shot which held an emerald.
She danced to the music, her movements were fluid and sensual, and unlike the off-beat harpy that was latching herself to him.
"Hey, baby, I'm Karin." He vaguely noticed her fire truck red hair was chopped off clumsily on one side; the other was long and semi-ragged. Her voice was shrill, and unnerving, however she tried to make it low and seductive. It wasn't working.
We're gonna dance on fire
He gripped her wrists, and not so subtly pushed her off him.
"If you cannot hold an intellectual conversation I have no need for you." Sasuke hissed. The redhead stuttered.
Uh oh, too big of words for you Karin?
"Baby, not only can I hold a conversation, I can fulfill your desires." She slurred obviously wasted. He looked away, disgusted.
11:27 P.M Club Icha
"Is that Uchiha Sasuke??"
"Ohmigod it is!"
"No way!"
"See? I told you this was the best club in London!"
I sighed. I took out my Big Slice Lollipop –Blue Raspberry flavor- and clutched my electric-yellow Skull candy low-rider headphones Club Icha had oh so graciously provided.
Silver shadow believer...
I will seriously have to "borrow" these sometime. They equal love.
Not that I don't love the Monster Beat by Dr. Dre headphones, just those are boring. No color whatsoever. I will really need to have a talk to the iTunes designers. Not that I don't have any influence. I totally do.
Yeah.
But those headphones are basically my life. Since I started less than two weeks ago. Those and the totally rockin' Elvis-style mirrored black sunglasses. Which I'm suppose to be wearing…
I bend down, and opened the compartment underneath the high-tech stuff that I Have No Idea How but It Just Does play music.
Right on top of the new "REQUESTS" papers are the glasses. I put them on.
I feel cool.
It's a chance gonna move
The walls are literally MOVING as the music continues to play. My audience is a sea of gyrating bodies –half dressed- screaming, laughing and enjoying the strobe lights.
If my mom saw me, do you think she'd be proud? Do you? Do you? Do you?
Knowing my mom…oh god probably.
"Hey."
I turn, and just about drop my headphones. Because Uchiha Sasuke is standing before me.
11:31 P.M Club Icha
I went up to her and spoke to her.
What the hell possessed me to do this? If I knew the answer I would tell you. Or, I wouldn't. Because that would be cheating. You're suppose to figure it out on your own damn it. Don't be a Naruto.
Uchiha's don't cheat.
Uchiha's don't speak to those of the opposite sex.
Nor do they go up to them, slide their hands on the said female's slender waist and whisper in her ear.
11:33 P.M Club Icha
"If you're the DJ we can't talk. We can't do anything else either. Don't you know why DJ's are always alone?"
I swear to god he is smirking. And whispering. Hotly. Into. My. Ear.
"Who ever said anything about wanting to talk and or do anything else with you?" It was my turn to smirk.
Uh-uh. No way am I getting into this UCHIHA SASUKE! crap. He is a trend. Trends fail in less than a week. And to him I bet I'm a trend too. New DJ in a night club. I'm so interesting I have guys lining up to ask me to dance.
Not.
He can go back to Karin if he wants, and I won't care one bit.
Karin is my co-worker here. I hate her with a burning passion. First off she tries to rip off my style and dye her hair pink, but thankfully it turns out a clown shade of red. Then her I'm-Better-Than-You attitude is so over. Medieval times music over. And lastly she is a whore.
Not that I have a problem with whores.
But she's just like…
Obnoxiously-Whoreish.
Is that a word? It should be. And she lies. And has bad breath. And makes boys go EW! Even though she claims she used to be a model.
Gonna fuck up your ego
And Michael Jackson is gangster. Uh-huhh.
What really gets me she doesn't even know music. She just clicks "shuffle" and out comes a song. Yesterday I was having a heated debate to Tenten, our other co-worker about the Beatles. Karin bursts in and says "Retards, bugs can't sing!" And does that nasally-witch laugh she does oh-so-well.
If that doesn't say anything you can damn me to hell baby.
His arms are still around me.
"Uchiha Sasuke I believe your fans are getting irritated, why don't you go enjoy yourself?" I suggested, with a scorn to my voice.
"Who says I'm not enjoying myself?" I couldn't speak.
He continued on.
"And you know my name, but I don't know yours?"
"I have lots of names." I replied. I could feel my face getting red.
I licked my lollipop.
This is how I learned number 56 in 101 Bad Things to do in a Night Club.
Very gently, he pried my lollipop out of my mouth.
"I have a new name for you then."
"Such as?" I stared blankly, knowing he couldn't see who I was because of the glasses.
"French Kiss." He purred.
"The hell-"
Then his tongue was in my mouth.
Ten words that described the sensation?
Hot. Wet. Hard. Amazing. Fireworks. Dominant. Epic. Sexy. Skill. And Win!
"I'll see you later." I heard the words before I realized his mouth was no longer on mine.
Then he was gone, I heard the door open, and felt the cold air rush through.
Was he…serious?
Silly boy gonna make you cry
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Karin's hours are 10-11 P.M and Sakura's are 11 P.M-12 A.M
Tenten helps with the tech. stuff, and occasionally does the Bar Mistress Thing.
Seven chapters of my favorite songs with mixed in with SasuSaku. Sprinkled with Drama and Romance.
Karin is an idiot.
Thank you.
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