Disclaimer: We don't own Power Rangers, but we love 'em to death!

A/N: Hello once again. Z and Liss here (yes, both of us!), a.k.a. The Tate Twins. Well, this story is a special (and late) New Years present to everyone who's reviewed the stories we've (Z's) written. And guess what? We actually wrote it together! And it's also going to be the first chapter story we've written. It wasn't meant to be a chapter story, but it got way too long while we were writing it, so there ya go. Enjoy, and have a happy New Years!

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?

(One week before New Years)

"Please, Commander?" the B-squad begged, ready to get down on their knees if necessary. Cruger looked over to Kat.

"Well, I think it would be a great idea, personally" said Kat, shrugging.

Cruger sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll reserve the ballroom and balcony at the hotel down the street, so it doesn't get too crowded."

The rangers cheered. "Thanks commander!" cried Syd, giving him a hug.

Cruger, feeling extremely uncomfortable, said "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get everything ready!"

They needed no further encouragement. All of them went running toward the common room, chatting all the way.

"Okay, first of all," said Syd, who was ready to take charge. "We need decorations. Pink would be nice-"

Jack cut her off. "No way Syd! Red is perfect for the New Year celebrations!"

"Oh come on," said Bridge, "everyone knows that green is the new black!"

"You know, I think blue would do nicely, in fact I think it may say something about it in the handbook-"

"Oh come off it Sky, you know the new colors lately, mainly yellow, of course -"

"GUYS!!!" Syd screamed.

The room went silent.

Syd tucked her blonde hair behind her ears and went on. "We'll skip colors for now! Another thing we need to talk about is music. We need a band.

Z opened her mouth to say something, but Syd cut her off.

"No, not a rock band. We need something that's both jazzy and romantic." Syd's eyes lit up and she smiled widely. "Oh, I know some guys in my old neighborhood that would be perfect!" The smile slid off her face, as quickly as it had come. "But they don't have a singer. Does anyone know someone who can sing for us?"

The room elapsed into silence.

"You're a singer Syd, you could do it." Sky offered.

Syd shook her head. "But I'm a pop singer; my voice would sound out of place with a jazz band."

They pondered for a moment longer, but no other answers came.

Sighing, Syd stood up. "Well, a fat lot of help you bunch are. We're just going to have to figure that out later. There are plenty of other things to be done, but if anyone finds a singer, then report straight to me."

Excitedly, they all went their separate ways, muttering their plans to each other.

Bridge and Sky went to their room; Sky lay down on his bed and flipped open his manual, while Bridge sat down on his own bed and, after taking of his gloves, picked up his acoustic guitar that was leaning against the nightstand.

Bridge picked at the strings for a minute, before glancing over at Sky, who appeared to be thickly engrossed in the chapter about "Proper Behavior for the Command Center".

A sly smile played across Bridge's face as he began playing an old country song from the early 2000's. He watched as Sky's expression changed as he recognized the song. Only Bridge knew that Sky had a deep love for all things country western, and only Bridge could work that love up out of him.

Bridge began to sing the words, pretending that he had no idea Sky was listening. The tempo began to pick up, and soon Bridge's fingers were flying across the fret board as he sang the verse leading up to the chorus. He smiled as he saw Sky set his manual down and swing his legs off the bed so that he was in a sitting position, facing Bridge.

As Bridge reached the chorus, Sky's deeper voice joined his own and soon the two of them were singing loudly, both adopting twanging country accents.

Syd walked by Bridge and Sky's room, heading for her own, when she heard something that made her stop and backtrack so she was outside their door. Is that a guitar? Syd listened closer. Now she could hear to the two boys singing. She laughed silently. Poor Sky couldn't carry a tune! But Bridge –he was amazing! I've never heard him sing before, thought Syd. Then the music stopped. Sky said something that Syd couldn't hear, and Bridge laughed. Syd leaned against the door so she could hear better.

"Bridge, I'm serious!" Sky said. "You're a fantastic singer; you'd be perfect for the party. I just didn't mention it in the common room so the others wouldn't hear in case you didn't want to do it."

Bridge sighed. "Well, first of all, I'm not doing it. And second, the secret's out," he turned his head towards the door, "so you can come in now, Syd."

A moment later, the electronic doors opened with a hydraulic hiss and Syd walked in with a very confused expression on her face. "Bridge, how did you –"

Bridge cut her off. "Oh come on Syd, you were obvious! I don't know how you didn't hear her, Sky. And my answer is no, I'm not doing it."

(One hour later)

"Fine, I'll do it! Just stop bugging me about it" Bridge yelled.

Sky and Syd smiled. It had taken much persuasion and a bit of bribery, but Bridge had finally given in.

For the rest of the week, the whole academy buzzed with excitement. Syd, of course, was freaking out.

"What should I wear, Z?"

The yellow ranger –who was currently lying on her bed, watching the pink ranger run frantically around their room –heaved a sigh. "Oh, I don't know, maybe one of the 30 outfits you already tried on!" Z said, her voice rising in volume out of sheer annoyance.

Syd rolled her eyes. "How about this?" She held up a floor length gown, made of pink satin.

Z's eyes grew slightly wider as she looked at the gorgeous dress.

"I'm guessing that's a yes." Syd said with a smile.

Z nodded.

"Great!" Syd squealed. "Now, what are you going to wear?"

Z's face fell. "I don't have anything." Z said honestly.

Syd gaped at her. "What? Well, that means one thing…"

"Oh no, you don't mean…"

Syd smiled and nodded then walked over to their door that they had left open. She looked out and her smile widened when she saw that the boys had left their door open as well. "Sky!" She yelled down the hall. "Grab Bridge, Jack, and the keys to the jeep. We're going shopping!"

Well? How was that? The next chapter will be up soon!

Keep it buttery, finger wiggle

The Tate Twins