"Tell me again why we agreed to come here?" muttered Shikamaru.
"Because it's our hometown, and we're gonna play a few songs," retorted Neji. "So that their original band can take a break."
"Whatever," Sasuke muttered.
"Well, let's go!" Naruto shouted.
The guys were all dressed in laid back clothing. Sasuke, looking aloof and sexy, wore a baggy blue T-shirt, and khaki shorts. Shikamaru wore a dark green short-sleeved shirt that showed off his slightly muscled biceps and khaki shorts while he sleepily glanced around the club.. Neji wore a casual-yet-dressy shirt with baggy jeans. Naruto had a black shirt on with Fighters scrawled across his chest in orange and dark blue jeans, his eyes alight with excitement.
The guys had formed a band of their own, and labeled themselves the Fighters. Naruto was, of course, the drums. And despite his hyper-activeness, he was actuallyvery good. Shikamaru put his lazy skills to use on the keyboard, and provided the famous band with great sounds. Neji was on bass, and Sasuke played the electric guitar and sang.
They were headed into a music spot for teenagers. The place was a restaurant on the first floor, and the second floor was a place for kids' bands to play. Since the guys were going on tour, they decided to accept the invitation to play at the restaurant. They all knew exactly where they were going — because the town was their original one: Konoha.
They walked into the restaurant, then up the stairs to the club.
"I always get so nervous whenever we're about to go on!" Sakura shrieked.
Tenten and Temari clapped their hands over their ears.
"Sakura, I don't think it's a good idea to screech right now," Hinata said.
"Sorry," Sakura whispered, grinning slightly.
The girls had formed their own little mini-band, back in Konoha. They were a local superstar. Most clubs, like Konoha Hot Spot, often had them play. They were called theDreamers.
Sakura wore a red spaghetti-strap tank top and white Capris. Her fingers drummed against her fiery red bass guitar, and she frequently tossed her short pink hair away from her face. Tenten wore jean shorts that showed off her tan legs, and a spring-green tee shirt. Her hair was, of course, up in it's buns. Slung over her shoulder was the guitar that she played, and her fingers danced across the frets, not playing anything. Temari wore a black halter top that sort of flowed out around her hips. Her dark blue jeans Capris were rolled up to her knees, exposing her muscled legs. Her sandy blonde hair was up in its usually four pigtails. She twirled drumsticks in her hands, expertly, as she always did whenever she was bored and about to go on stage. Hinata had on a silvery cap-sleeved shirt with a V-neck. Her long, indigo hair flowed around her shoulders, almost reaching the top of her pale blue jeans. Wrapped around her pale feet were simple sliver flip-flops. Her fingers twitched with anticipation — she missed the feeling over the keys beneath her fingers.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed outside of the curtain the girls hide behind. Temari's hands clenched around her sticks. Sakura and Tenten's hands gripped their guitars. Hinata's fingers began flexing.
"All right, all right!" shouted the club owner, Tsunade. "Calm down, calm down. Here's the band we've all grown to love from the bottom of our hearts..."
Just then, the guys appeared at the edge of the stairs. However, they managed to slink into the shadows and hide from...fangirls.
The stage was empty except for a few basic band-like things. There was the full-out drum set that Naruto had been eyeing since they got in. A microphone stood in front of it, on a stand. Next to the drum set — which was on a small platform set near the back of the stage — was a simple enough keyboard, a microphone stand beside it. In between, towards the front, two microphones on stands were set up. Next to them were two guitar stands that were empty. Tsunade talked into one of the mikes, smiling at all the people that had gathered.
"I can't believe it, it's Granny Tsunade!" Naruto stage whispered to the others.
"I know, she doesn't look any different," Shikamaru added, grinning slightly.
"What band is she talking about?" Sasuke asked, listening to the woman's voice.
His answer came a second later.
"THEDREAMERS!"
Cheers erupted around them as four different yet familiar figures blurred onto the stage.
"Is that—?" Naruto shouted over the screaming.
"It can't be!" Shikamaru yelped.
"They wouldn't have...would they?" Sasuke called.
"That's insane!" Neji said, staring in disbelief at the girls on stage.
Tenten and Sakura stood behind the lone microphone stands, grinning wildly. Temari had seated herself behind the drums, spinning the sticks in her hand, smiling as well. Hinata stood behind the keyboard, fingers tracing the keys, a soft smile on her face.
Naruto gaped at Hinata. She was in a band! The shy girl who used to always stammer! Seriously! He couldn't believe it, his old childhood friend was standing right in front of him! Well...sort of. Whatever. His blue eyes widened as she laughed at something that Temari had muttered. She was almost glowing...so...
Confident, he decided, in his mind. She'sconfidentwithherself.
Shikamaru was staring in disbelief at the sandy haired girl behind the drums. Temari! The short-tempered, annoying Temari! And for once, she wasn't flanked by her brothers. She looked actually happy, spinning the sticks in her hands. He smiled slightly at the memory of their preteen days and how he and her always got into little spats.
Neji was discreetly eyeing Tenten. Was this the same girl that had played soccer on the boys team? The same tomboy who was always picked first for games? The same girl who usually kicked the soccer ball so hard, evenhe struggled to smack it back at her? They had been soccer fanatics, he and Tenten. Crazy sports freaks. Together.
Sasuke — just as discreetly as Neji — was narrowed in on the pink-haired Sakura. One of his former fan girls — one of many. He cringed at the thought of how her loud, annoying voice would sound in a mike. But his cringing faded as he remembered the way she was kinder and always more...smiling, than anyone else.
And then, at the same exact moment, a thought struck all of them.
Do they even remember us?