This is my first full (hopefully) length fanfiction and it is in no way scripted. This means the update's will most likely be random but reviews will make me type quicker (hint hint) Let me know what you think ^.^

"Get that fucking brush outta ma face!"

The person applying his make-up quickly scrambled, apologising as she did so; it didn't fool him. The albino looked at the sneaky auburn haired girl and glared daggers at her as she trotted back behind the cameras, a smirk appearing on her face as soon as she was out of camera shot. He hated that backstabbing bitch. Why did she have to work in the same place as him? "Cool it Shiro," a blue-haired man said, from across him.

"Why should I!?" he huffed, slouching in the oversized red chair – He wasn't having the best of days and to top it all off, a slag from high school who had been chasing him for years suddenly turns up.

He didn't care what the audience in front of him saw. He was in front of bright lights that were blinding him and making him grouchy as he grew warmer by the second. So far, all the acts that had been on bored him - It really wasn't his day. The snowy haired man should have known this would be trouble when he opted for it. His agent, Urahara, always was a dodgy character so it was really his own fault that he had ended up in this shit hole. Who even watched 'the voice'? Shiro had never even heard of it until his agent presented him with the job of a judge. Maybe the fact that all his friends were also judges convinced him to join the bandwagon? Shirosaki Hichigo, the lead guitarist of a band called Pantera was among the four judges and so far he was regretting his decision. The blue-haired guy sitting next to him was also in his band and he was the lead vocalist called Grimmjow Jeagerjacques. He was the albino's best friend even if he was a total adrenaline junkie who loved fights (and a good fuck) Next to Grimmjow was a temperamental woman called Neliel Tu Odelschwanck. She was in an all girl band that was slowly making its way up in the world; this job was a way of promoting her band, plus Grimmjow had pulled a few strings for her. It was just a feeling but he was sure she was blackmailing him in some way. Finally, the man at the end was Nnoitra Gilga, a very tall man who wouldn't seem to stop grinning like a maniac. In truth, Shiro didn't know what the guy did. He thought that maybe he used to be in a band that was now disbanded but he couldn't tell for sure. Shiro first met the guy through Grimmjow at a party celebrating the band's first album. Actually, when he thought about, all of the judges were friends of Grimmjows that Shiro had gotten to know. Tsk, show's how many actual friends I've got! Grimmjow turned and grinned at Shiro, his face resting in his hand as he let some twats fiddle with his vibrant hair. "Apparently with the next bunch we might 'ave better luck,"

"Why's that?"

"Nnoitra got a look at them," he replied, jerking his thumb in the lanky mans direction.

Shiro cackled sarcastically before slumping back in his chair. "Nnoitra fucks anything that moves and ya're actually listenin' ta 'im?"

Grimmjow pushed the hair attendants off him and returned to Shiro. "Stop sulking just because I keep stealing your acts," he smirked.

"I swear its cause of ya hair that they don't pick me," he muttered darkly.

"Are you seriously getting jealous over ma hair?"

The albino said nothing but just stared out at the audience who were all cheering and hooting like lunatics. How the hell could they jump around in this crowded and heated studio? "Shiro!" chirped a high-pitched voice before massive breasts were clamped around his head, restricting his breathing.

"Get off me ya bitch!" he shouted, his voice muffled from the amount of flesh that was pressing into his face.

Nel slowly untangled herself from Shiro and pouted her lips at him revealing the glassy inner rim of her lip that was loaded with lip gloss. "You still sulking Shiro-san?"

"I am not sulking!"

For once, he had found someone who could sing decently and then Grimmjow fucking Jeagerjacques had won her over with his flirting skills and those stupid colourful locks. Normally he would say that the hair was unnatural to the girl who gawped over him but he knew from a party that got out of hand that it was in fact natural.

"She wasn't even that fit," she complained, moving back to her seat which was thankfully nowhere near him.

"Does she know I hate women?" he asked Grimmjow who was still grinning like an idiot.

"I have told her – she's hoping that she'll make you change her mind," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Shiro rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile that crossed his lips. "Not in a million years,"

"Still fun to watch," he said.

"Ya're not ta one on the receiving end,"

"Places everyone!"

Shiro sighed at the annoying voice that blared over the studio and sat back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't expect the rest to be any different from the last but he would have to go sooner or later or he'd have no acts and then have to end up going for all the rejects. Grimmjow too exhaled loudly and shifted in his seat and gave his best smile to the audience showcasing his brilliant white teeth. Show off. . . They all sat in silence as they waited for the next act to come on stage. The albino watched the girls in front of him swoon as the new contestant entered the stage. Great - he was another eye catching person who sang like a cat wailing. Shiro waited for the music to start and was blown away with the first note instantly. His eyes widened spectacularly and before he knew it, he had slammed the red button so hard and so fast that he was sure the button broke. It didn't help that the man was singing a Pantera song in his sexy baritone voice. As the chair span around all he could think about was the luscious voice coaxing him in and then a flash of orange. Wow. . .