DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Beyblades, only my OCs and the plot.
SUMMARY: Lucky Seven is one of the hottest up and coming bands being managed by the fastest growing record label, BioVolt Records. So when the band starts auditioning for a new drummer, it appears to be the perfect opportunity for young hopeful Amara Jones to make her mark. Little does she know, it's the perfect opportunity for something much bigger than her and the band.
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Chapter 1: The Auditions
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"Ew, Jules, look at that one!" 19-year-old Holly shrieked and pointed at a girl on the TV screen in front of her. "Looks like some kind of Valley Girl reject."
"Bet she can't even play," Jules, the brunette beside her, grumbled.
"I think she's hot." The only guy in the room commented leaning back in his chair, a bowl of popcorn on his lap.
"You would Tala," Jules sneered. Tala threw a piece of popcorn at her head. She ducked and the proceeded to stick her tongue out at him. So he picked up a handful of popcorn to shower her with.
"These are suppose to be serious auditions," Holly pouted slightly, shaking her head of golden curls. She was trying her best to ignore the childish banter going on between Jules and Tala. "I don't want to sit and have to listen to a bunch of wannabes."
"Me neither," Tala agreed smirking evilly at Jules who was trying to find something to throw back at him.
"Why can't we just pick the ones we want to audition?" Jules asked taking the black hair elastic off her wrist and taking aim at Tala's face. "After all we've got the power right?"
"Jules that's a brilliant idea," the blonde beamed. "We can get this mess fixed up before Kai gets back and still have time to go out tonight."
"Alright," Tala whooped eagerly moving his chair closer to the monitor. "Lets make our picks."
"Don't forget that we're looking for talent," Jules added looking at the red head in front of her. "Not by how hot they would look in a mini skirt."
"Jules, baby, that's what you're here for," he smirked at her.
"Would you two stop it?" Holly snapped with a small smile at her two closest friends. "We need to get this done before Kai gets back."
"We know, Holls," Jules rolled her eyes. "You've only told us a million times."
"I know," Holly stood up and started pacing. "It's just…"
"Stop stressing," Tala said trying to sooth the petite blonde. "Kai is reasonable. He'll understand."
"Are we talking about the same guy?" Holly chuckled, returning to her seat.
"Yeah, the Kai I know is going to kill her," Jules grimaced her eyes fixated on the screen scanning for possible candidates.
"Me?" Holly shrieked. "Why just me? You two are just as much to blame as I am."
"The may very well be true but we're not the leader," Tala added poking the tip of her small nose with his finger.
"You're right," Holly moaned. "I'm dead."
"I can't believe I got talked into this." 20-year-old Amara Jones grumbled, twirling her drumsticks nervously. "I'm not even all that good and what do I know about being in a band?"
"Ams!" the tall lavender haired boy beside her snapped. She was starting to wear on his patience. "Shut it!"
"Me shut it?" her jaw dropped slightly. "Brian as I do recall you're the one that wanted me to do this." Her hands rested on her hips giving the impression that she was just waiting for him to defy her accusation.
"Alright, maybe it was my idea," he replied giving in so she would be quiet. "I didn't realize you were going to be such a pain."
"You've known me my whole life, how could you expect anything else?" she smirked giving him a shove.
"I don't know," he smiled down at her. "I guess I thought that just maybe you would have matured at little while I was gone." He made a move to muss her red hair that was pulled up into two buns, one on each side of her head.
"Don't mess with the do," Amara swapped his hand out of the way. "If I'm going to do this I'm at least going to look good while doing it."
"Right," Brian smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulders. "Whatever you say."
"He's cute," Holly pointed at a tall, well built lavender haired guy on the monitor in front of her.
"Oh, I must agree," Jules nodded her approval leaning in to get a better look at the boy in question.
"And what was that about picking people for their looks?" Tala's know it all drawl interrupted the younger girl's inspection.
"You have us to look at, so I think it's only fair if we have something pleasing to the eye here too," Jules informed him with a sweet smile then turned back to the screen with a flip of her shoulder length brown hair.
"Of course how silly of me," Tala huffed.
"Wait, look at the girl with him," Jules said leaning forward even more and squinting slightly.
"Girlfriend?" Holly asked quickly moving closer.
"No, she's the drummer."
"How can you tell?" Holly squinted trying to figure out how her friend knew that.
"Maybe it's because she's twirling a drum stick around," Tala interrupted in a 'duh' tone.
"You're right," Holly agreed not hiding her disappointment.
"Wow, Holls, I've never seen you get so discouraged about a cute guy that fast," Jules smirked.
"I'm not one for boyfriends stealing."
"That's not her boyfriend," Tala replied nonchalantly leaning back in his chair.
"And how do you know?" Jules asked skeptically.
"It's kinda obvious," he shrugged. "He would probably have his arm around her to comfort her obvious nerves if they were a couple. He's probably a friend or family member."
"Okay, that was weird," Jules shook her head not believing what she had heard.
"Well I like those odds," Holly beamed. "And she actually looks pretty cool."
"I like her hair," Tala commented.
"Yeah she looks like she could fit in here," Jules shrugged indifferently.
"Alright, we've made our first selection." Holly smiled and picked up the phone to call the guards.
"Yeah that only took about two hours," Tala grumbled under his breath.
"Geez, how much longer are they going to make us wait?" Amara grumbled impatiently. "I mean just because you're famous doesn't give you the right to make people wait."
"Ams…" Brian said gritting her name between his teeth.
"Right…right…I'll shut up now," she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms against her chest. Amara tapped her drumstick against her leg impatiently. She allowed herself to take in some of her surroundings.
The line up of hopefuls seemed to go on forever in front of her and behind. Everyone was lined up down the sidewalk in front of the huge Californian mansion. To her right was the road and to the left was a tall stonewall topped with razor wire and lined with surveillance cameras that moved every so often in different directions.
"What is this place? Fort Knox or something?" Amara commented not really realizing that she had said it out loud.
"Like you said they're famous. They obviously want to feel protected," Brian shrugged.
"It's just a house and I bet they're not even here all that much," Amara huffed her eyes suddenly intent on the movement in front of her. The line was starting to part down the middle as if someone was walking through.
"Well it doubles as their recording studio," Brian added also noticing the strange movement. "What's going on up there?"
"You're taller," Amara stood up on her tiptoes trying to get a better view. At 6 foot 6, Brian stood heads above almost everyone else in the crowd. "What can you see?"
"Looks like security guards or something." Brian told her.
"Probably coming to tell us the auditions are over," Amara said unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.
"For someone who didn't want to do this you sure seems sad," Brian said with a knowing smile.
"Yeah I guess…I guess I just wanted to see if I could be good enough to play professionally,"
"You are good enough, Ams," Brian assured her, putting an arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze. "You just lack the confidence I think."
"You have to say that," she said with a small smile.
"No, I don't. I wouldn't want to make your head swell," Brian chuckled. This earned him a jab in the stomach courtesy of Amara's elbow. "Love you too." Brian groaned doubling over.
"Anytime," Amara smirked and patted Brian on the back. She looked up suddenly realizing that the guards were standing right in front of her.
"How long does it take to drag someone out of a line up?" Tala grumbled swiveling around on his chair. The trio had moved down to the recording studio.
"It was a long line and they were pretty far back," Jules said in their defense.
"But how could they miss that guy?" Holly sighed staring off. "I mean he was so tall. You could pick him out of anywhere."
"Holls, you're giving women everywhere a bad name," Jules rolled her eyes at her blonde friend. "You sound like a love sick puppy and you haven't even met the guy yet. Please try to play hard to get."
Before Holly had a chance to answer, one of the guards opened the door into the studio. The red haired girl was right behind him along with the lavender haired boy.
"Let's get this show on the road," Tala said flicking the on switches on the control panel in front of him. Jules turned on the lights in the studio so they could have a better look at their candidate.
She was just under average height and wasn't trying to over compensate by wearing big heels. Instead she wore simple black skater shoes. She wore Capri style black pants with a black studded belt around her slender waist. There was a set of drumsticks sticking out of one of the back pockets. Her top was a simple white peasant style. Her red hair was in two buns on either side of her head with wisps falling down beside her eyes. She had the most amazing blue eyes any of them had ever seen. They had a striking resemblance to a sapphire stone.
"Name?" Jules asked over the intercom trying her best to sound completely deadpanned. She wasn't too pleased about having to audition a new member and especially not another girl. A new girl would just distract Tala even more.
"Amara Jones," the red head replied looking around to the source of the voice.
"Who's he?"
"Oh, that's my brother." Jules looked over at the blonde girl sitting beside her. Holly didn't notice, she was too busy staring at the lavender haired hottie who was now affirmed as being the girl's brother.
"Alright then. Are you both auditioning?"
"No, just I am."
"Well then sit down and let's see what you can do." Jules said turning off the intercom. "Happy?"
"Immensely!" Holly beamed.
"We can't just pick her because you like her brother," Tala interrupted.
"Trying to be the voice of reason, Tala," Jules questioned with raised brows. "Isn't that usually my job?"
"Yeah, well you two seem a little too gaga over this guy and I'm definitely not going to let that sway my decision," Tala huffed. "And besides it's her we'd be getting not him."
"You're right," Holly agreed stealing a glance at the boy in question and then back at Tala. "We need to do this properly so Kai will know that we don't need him all the time."
"When is he coming back anyway?" Jules asked forgetting that they were suppose to be listening to the red head play.
"Tomorrow night sometime I think," Holly replied. "But I'm not too sure about the time. He…"
"Hey guys listen," Tala interrupted turning up the speakers so they could hear the drumming clearly. "She's good."
Amara started off with a slow beat and then picked up the pace slowly until she was basically pounding the crap out of the rhythm. She soon forgot that there were semi important people listening to her; people that could decide her future. Instead she just did what came natural.
The trio in the control booth listened in silent awe as Amara played. She really was good. Not even Jules could deny it. They had found their new drummer.
The rhythm in her head finally came to an end. Amara smiled with satisfaction. She was going to have to remember what she had just played and write it down.
"That was great," a tall guy with flaming red hair stepped out of the control room and into the studio where Amara and Brian were. He was tall a lean not well built like Brian but definitely had a washboard stomach. Amara could tell because his black short sleeved button down shirt was undone. Two girls followed him.
The first was a petite blonde that looked rather young in Amara's opinion. She had big silver eyes and her hair was so blonde it was almost white. The ringlets made her look even younger. Her black pants were similar to the ones Amara was wearing but the hem had been cut jagged. Obviously she had done it herself. The phrase "I'm the baby gotta love me!" was written in big black letters across the front of her bright pink t-shirt. Amara summed up the girl's style as being punk chic.
The girl behind the blond looked less than happy when she walked in. Her brown hair was cut just below her chin and flipped outward. Amara liked how she had red and gold streaks too. She had on a black skirt that went down in jagged strips to her knees. Her shirt was also black and had Nirvana written across the chest in bright yellow letters.
"Thanks," Amara smiled at the red head who was beaming at her.
"Welcome to the band then," he held out a hand for her to shake.
"Wha?" Amara's jaw dropped. "That's it? Did you even listen to anyone else?"
"Doesn't matter," the blond shrugged. "We liked your playing so that's that."
"Wow," Amara breathed still feeling overwhelmed. She had just been asked to play for one of the biggest bands in the world.
"So do you want the job then?" this came from the brunette who was standing back a bit. Her arms were crossed unwelcoming across her chest.
"Yeah…of course," Amara stole a glance behind her to look at her brother. He looked as uninterested as ever but Amara thought she saw him staring at the blonde girl.
"Great! Oh, I'm Holly by the way," the blonde, now know to them as Holly, moved in to hug Amara. "And that's Tala." The red head offered his hand to Brian and to Amara again. "And that is Jules." The brunette gave a small curt wave and that was it.
"It's nice to meet you all," Amara smiled feeling a little flustered.
"So you'll be staying here in the house with us since we have to work on our new album and get you all practiced up for the concert tour in a month," Holly informed Amara linking their arms. "How quickly can you move in?"
Amara looked to Brian. "I want to stay with her." Brian said.
"Alright, shouldn't be a problem," Holly replied with a smile. "We have plenty of rooms. Right guys?" She looked at her band mates.
"Yeah, no problem at all," Tala answered somewhat sarcastically knowing that it was exactly what Holly wanted, while Jules just shrugged.
"Good, so do you need to get your stuff?"
"Yeah, I guess," Amara felt like it was going a little fast.
"Okay, we'll see you later then. One of the guards will show you out to the limo," Holly led her towards the door. "We'll see you in time for dinner then."
"Sure." Amara walked out to the limo with Brian right behind her.
"Later," Holly waved at the door until the limo was through the gates. "Well that was easier than we thought."
"I guess," Jules shrugged.
"You need to lighten up," Tala wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. "She hasn't threatened you yet."
"I know," she sighed feeling a little bad for her treatment of the new band member. "I'll try to do better."
"Good to hear," Tala smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. "After all she's going to need our support once Kai gets back."
"Ain't that the truth," Jules grimaced starting to feel sorry for Amara. "She has no idea what she's just gotten herself into."
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There it is…the first chapter of my newest Fic. I hope you like it and it would be great if you would let me know by leaving a review. No flames please. Thanks.
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