Hey guys, it has been a very long time since I wrote fan fiction or any sort of fiction, so take it easy on me please. Captain Swan all the way. Unfortunately, I do not own these characters, which makes me sad as I would make lots of fluffy goodness. OOC.

Chapter One:

Emma looks at her watch and sighs. Big surprise, Ruby was late once again. If it wasn't for her, then she wouldn't be feeling anxious about leaving the house, wearing something that could only be described as a LRD (Little Red Dress) and far too much make up. Luckily, Emma had managed to convince her to let her leave her blonde hair natural and down. She had to admit that she did look good.

She tapped her foot impatiently. She had heard the band a few times, but was not sure for what she had let herself in for this time. Ruby had won he tickets on some radio show and had insisted that Emma came too. How could she refuse?

Ruby wolf whistled and caught Emma's attention. "Hey sexy lady," she said as Emma giggled and did a little curtsy. Heels were not her friend. And who wore heels to a concert anyway? According to Ruby, she did.

Ruby looked stunning with her brown and red hair curled up onto the top of her head and a very revealing black dress. She was on the prowl tonight obviously.

"Ready?" Emma asked, looking at her watch yet again, "We do not want to keep the infamous crew of The Jolly Roger waiting now, do we?"

"This queue is ridiculous Ruby," Emma stated when she saw the line of young girls stood outside of the venue Far, Far Away. There must have been at least 200 people stood outside, in clothes way more revealing that hers. Is that even legal, Emma thought to herself.

"Good job we have VIP then, isn't it?" Ruby said with a smirk as she sashayed past everyone, gaining a lot of evil glares. Emma smiled. Her best friend had no boundaries, but that was part of the reason that she loved her.

She handed their tickets to the bouncers and the two of them got let into the venue.

Ruby squealed as they got let inside. "OH MY GOD!"

Emma looked around. This place was amazing. The stage looked like a pirate ship, equipped with everything including a large wheel. And there were two stars on the ceiling and around the edges of the hall was a skyline of London. Peter Pan had been one of Emma's favourite books growing up and she was very impressed by the attention to detail of the venue. "They fairly think of everything, don't they?" she questioned.

"Aye, that we do!" an Irish voice replied.