Well, after a couple of months of hectic planning for Christmas and New Year...I'm back! The last few weeks have been mental here, and finally I have been able to get back into the swing of writing for Toy Story.

This is a little fic I have had in mind for some time now, thanks to an idea from funkywatermelon back when I was writing "To Meet A Friend," a few months ago. I've set it between The Amber Mystery and Secret Life of Jessie (the latter of which is still being written, but I've put it on hold for this fic).

Enjoy. :)

Chapter 1 - The Reprise

It was early morning after Amber had left for school. She was in elementary high now, at the tender age of 9, but still found plenty of time for her toys that lay scattered in various parts of her messy room.

However, when the house had definitely fallen silent, a blonde haired figure hopped up on the bookshelf and grabbed hold of the microphone sitting there. Around her, three other figures clustered, two holding guitars slung around their necks, and the other holding a pair of drumsticks as she settled behind a set of drums. The figures of the three girls were confident, fiery, whereas the male of the quartet looked confused.

In the room the faintly familiar, now live tune blasted out as the blonde flipped back her hair and started to sing.

I'm on my second drink, but I've had a few before,
I'm tryin' hard to think, and I think that I want you on the floor, uh huh, yeah on the floor!

The three girls chorused together on the next lines, leaving the male to stare blankly across from his position to the left of the blonde,

Go on and take it off, you gotta shake it off baby, for me
C'mon and break me off, cause I get what I want and I like what I see

The redheaded, female guitarist played the interval between the chorus and the next verse as the male doll continued to look on in bewilderment.

Need your love 1,2,3, stop starin' at my D cup
Don't waste time, just give it to me
C'mon baby, just feel me up, c'mon, just give it up

As the girls chorused together a second time, the frown on the male doll's face increased.

Go on and take it off, you gotta shake it off baby, for me
C'mon and break me off, cause I get what I want and I like what I see

At the instrumental, the male doll went to play a few notes, hoping the girls would quit their blathering together and would take some notice of him, but before he could hit the notes he wanted to, the redheaded female doll leapt forward, jamming out the riffs and chords wildly on her guitar.

The male doll's jaw dropped, and he glanced down to his guitar for a moment, looking back across to the female dolls, who seemed to have ganged up on him. He swiftly glanced back at the female doll on the drums, who was playing and trying hard not to catch his eye.

He was brought back to reality by the blonde doll singing centre stage.

Forget the application, you're the right guy for the task
Let me take you on vacation, just do it, you don't have to ask!

The blonde jumped about in the air, getting ready to close the song.

Go on and take it off, you gotta shake it off baby, for me
C'mon and break me off, cause I get what I want and I like what I see

Take it off, take it off baby, for me
Take it off! take it off baby, for me...

As the song wound down, the drummer beat out the last notes, the redhead played the last riffs, and the blonde had a happy little smile plastered over her plastic face.

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There was a deathly silence before anyone said anything.

"What's going on?" Blaine snapped, glaring at Summer.

"What do you mean, Blaine?" his redheaded sister questioned him, glancing up from tightening a string on her guitar.

"That's my guitar you're playing! And what's with all the girl power stuff?" Blaine retorted, the level of annoyance in his voice rising.

"Well I thought maybe we could update this song. It's an old one I used to sing, and it's a little dated." Rochelle broke in.

"Excuse me?" Blaine snapped, turning to regard the blonde with a sneer. "One of YOUR songs? The band only plays what's on our playlist!"

"Maybe you did in the old days!" Rochelle said with a little laugh. "I just decided we needed a bit of a lift."

"You decided?"

"Yeah." Rochelle confirmed, with a little giggle. "Anyway. I did it now, so you can't really complain."

"I'm complaining because you took all my lines! Summer's even got my guitar to play lead guitar, and you stuck me with bass!"

"I'm the singer! You're the guitarist! You, play guitar. I, sing the lyrics!" Rochelle rolled her eyes.

"Really? Since you like taking my part over, perhaps YOU should take over playing guitar."

Rochelle grinned and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Don't be silly Blaine. You know I can't play guitar."

"No? You certainly know how to play the violin!"

"I do not," Rochelle giggled again, "I can't play any instruments!"

"You blow your own trumpet enough," Blaine muttered irritatedly, turning to walk off. As he stepped down off the stage, Rochelle turned her attention back to Summer with a grin and thumbs up sign. On noticing the other dolls face, the blonde frowned.

"What?"

"You really wound my brother up doing that, Chelle. I don't know about this anymore."

"Oh what? What? He'll get over it!" Rochelle said cheerfully, looking back to where Teresa was hiding behind her drum kit.

"And what's up with you, Tee?"

"I don't like arguments," Teresa replied, putting her hands up. "I don't get involved."

"Arguments?" Rochelle asked. "Anyone would think Blaine was in charge! I thought the music came from each one of us individually and equally."

"Yeah, but after Barbie left us, Blaine's been responsible mostly. I guess he just doesn't know how to let go," Summer shrugged.

Rochelle laughed. "Oh come on. He's just narked cos we outdid him. He'll be back. In the meantime, I thought of some other songs we could play…"