A/N: This is my 2nd story for Cardcaptors and my second fanfiction.

Notes Of Love

Sani

Copyright to CLAMP. CLAMP owns the Cardcaptors and the Cardcaptor characters. I just own the plot and story.

A woman had called asking for Meiling. Meiling Li's eyes widened as she heard the words.

"You're serious??" Meiling asked, her eyes narrowing.

"No, of course not!" The woman said.

"Oh! So how do I get my tickets?" Meiling asked.

"Rush delivery tomorrow or today," she said.

"Oh wonderful! Two only!?" Meiling whined.

"Yea that's all plus hotel and concert," the woman said.

"OK thanks BYE!" Meiling said, unable to keep her excitement down.

She was going to see a worldwide famous singer: Sakura Kinomoto or the "Cherry Blossom." Sakura was a teen Japanese singer, who had gotten famous in a year with her song Images. It hit number one on the music charts and millions of fans bloomed mostly around Asia. She was having a contest, where one lucky person and a guest would go on tour with her for a week.

Meiling just happen to sign up.

And she knew just who to take with her on the tour…Syaoran Li.

Syaoran was in his personal training rooms in the gigantic mansion. He was practicing with his punching bag. He had been training since the year he was able to walk, which was at two. The training was needed. For he was to be the Li Clan leader when he comes to age of 18. Right now he was 17 and his training was almost complete. To become the leader he would need to pass a test on his birthday.

Right now, he had his personal sword. He carefully practiced his move. Instead of swinging his sword, he was interrupted by Meiling's short yell of "Xio Lang!"

He turned sharply to face the excited Meiling. She was standing on the doorway of the sliding doors looking at him with bright eyes.

"Meiling! You know I was practicing!" Syaoran bellowed.

Meiling winced and said "Sorry anyway I wanted to ask you something."

"What?!" Syaoran asked impatiently.

"Well, you know Sakura?" Meiling asked.

"Yes?"

"Remember how I said I hoped I would win that contest?" Meiling asked slowly.

"Yes?" He asked impatiently.

"Well I won!" Meiling burst.

"Meiling, now you want to ask me to come?" Syaoran said. Meiling nodded.

"My band's playing at this club every week," Syaoran began.

"Xio Lang, we dirty rich, let's just buy some tickets and take 'em with us!" Meiling said.

"I don't know," he said, running a hand through his hair. His rock band Arrows had finally got a place to play at. It was their first time playing in a club. If he went with Meiling he would miss the chance to go to the club and play. Yet if he went maybe someone would see them play and they could get a contract. Syaoran knew they were good enough.

"I don't know Meiling. I'll talk to them about this," Syaoran answered, referring to his band as "them".

"All right then, but you have to answer by the time the tickets come!" Meiling said, her brows furrowing together. He nodded and went back to his punch bag.

~**~

Syaoran was in his "music" room with his band Arrows. Syaoran had declared the idea in 9th grade and it continued for three years. Up until now, they had no offer of any kind. Syaoran had marched up to the owner of the club Cubed and asked to perform at the club. They would play for him and the club and if the owner liked it they were hired.

Well, the owner liked it. Now they were going to play tonight, but the trip to Japan had to be discussed.

"Wait, Meiling won tickets to see Sakura Kinomoto??" Daiski Hatchiko asked. Daiski was tall, attractive Japanese who knew Syaoran since 9th grade. He was the drummer of the group. Syaoran nodded.

"Oh God, you know how big she is now? Her song Images just rocks!" Steven Chu burst. He was slightly overweight Chinese who was the keyboard player in the group.

"Yea we know," Torikan Yu said. He was lead vocal in the group. A very attractive sometimes moody guy.

He looked at Syaoran and asked, "You don't know if we should go get tickets and go see Sakura or stay and play for Cubed? Well I say let's go fly!"

"Yea!" Darris Tomson yelled. He was an American who came to China when his dad got a job here. He was the other guitarist besides Syaoran.

"So have we agreed? Are we going?" Syaoran asked the group. Everyone nodded.

Syaoran sighed and said," All right, I'll go book the tickets and tell Meiling."

"No need to!" A voice burst. The door opened and Meiling marched in.

"Meiling!" Syaoran yelled then mumbled something about getting the whole room soundproof.