A/N - because everyone else does it. I don't own A and the Chips and I'm not making money. This is my first A and the Chips story. It's based on the same characters and some of the same situations except the Chipmunks are actually human. Woo. So take a read. I got the whole story outlined so I should update pretty regularly. Review please!
Simon, Theodore, and Alvin were use to being on their own. They had each other and that was all they ever needed. In such a populated area it was easy for the three early-teen boys to disappear in crowds. No one seemed to notice the three wandering the city without supervision. No one cared that they were living in an abandoned warehouse. And not many stopped to enjoy their street performances.
During the day, the boys made use of their voice talent by singing on street corners with a hat to accept tips. During the night they huddled together for warmth in the corner of an abandoned warehouse. A few gathered blankets and old clothes made for bedding. Their focus was solely on their own survival.
Dave was use to being on his own. He had his work and that was all he needed. In such a populated area it was difficult for his work to truly shine. No one seemed to notice his subtle art. No one cared that he worked day and night to create what he thought were masterpieces. And not many stopped to enjoy his musical talent.
During the day, Dave worked hard with every aspect of music, losing himself fully in his work. During the evenings he ate dinner alone in his empty house. A few rooms and some furniture does not make a house a home. His focus was solely on his own survival.
"Alright, guys, let's bring in the big bucks this eve." Alvin spoke with an air of leadership. Though he had a laid-back nature, he made sure that him and his brothers always had what they needed.
"We're down to just $17. Not too bad, but we need to bring in more than average tonight if we're going to have a buffer for the middle of the week lull." Simon said. He had a way with numbers that his brothers just did not understand. He didn't just see money as numbers. He translated money into food, necessary clothing, and transportation to busier areas.
"Simon." Theodore said quietly. He shuffled his old shoes along the sidewalk and trudged beside his taller brothers.
"Yes, Theodore." Simon said gently, knowing his shorter and slightly chubby brother was quite sensitive.
"I tore my spare shirt yesterday." he mumbled. Alvin was the first to turn on Theodore, ready to berate his clumsy brother. A stern look from Simon, halted any insults that might have been ready to leave Alvin's mouth. Alvin scoffed and instead took his anger out on the sidewalk. Stomping the rest of the way to their normal spot.
"Don't worry, Theodore, we will get you a new shirt when we can." Simon patted his back and he received a small smile in return.
It was another day of failure for Dave SeVille. Unfortunately, Ian just didn't hear the potential that his music had. If only Dave could find some voices to match with his music. His own voice did nothing for his demos. After a small dinner downtown to cheer himself up, he decided to head home to get lost in a bottle of something strong.
The perfect voice, that's all he needed. What he heard were three perfect voices. What were those angelic voices? Was it a recording coming from a store? Was it someone with a speaker attached to an Ipod? That's when Dave saw the crowd. This was a live performance. The voices weren't retouched. They were naturals. Dave had to see this. Trying to push his way through the small gathering of people he finally saw the three.
They were three boys, not older than 13. There was a tall skinny boy with dark hair, one of average height and medium brown hair, and a shorter almost blonde boy who had chubby cheeks. All three had matching brown eyes and mismatched, dull clothes.
Their voices absolutely shocked Dave. Though he didn't care much about appearances, he did think these kids should have picked a better clothing style because it did not match their talent. Their highs were high and their lows were positively ribcage thrummingly excellent. Each one had an amazing voice on their own, but what amazed Dave was how in sync they were with each other. They moved as one, they sang as one, and they amazed the crowd as one. Dave had possibly just stumbled upon his triplet saviors.