A/N: I know they've broken up & all, but I wanted to finish this anyway. If anyone likes our band, we'd love it if someone would write a fic. Yeah?

Mayonaka Sonodora Meets Cinema Bizarre-Saya's POV

1-Last Night At Home

The sun was still high in the sky as I pulled up in front of Cho's house in my silver '08 Toyota Camry Solara SLE Coupe. I turned it off, instantly stopping "Beautiful, Dirty, Rich" by Lady Gaga, which had been playing loudly. I got out, taking a small Hot Topic bag with me. Cho got out of her black '08 Dodge Ram 2500 ST parked in front of me and looked back. Ai, Bachiko, and Fuji pulled in behind us, each in their own vehicles.

"Hey Cho, do you have any food we could eat as soon as we get inside?" Bachiko asked, stepping out of her yellow '09 Toyota Tacoma.

"C'mon Bachiko, you've already got poptarts!" Ai complained, referring to the bag in Bachiko's hand as she climbed out of her dark blue '09 Ford F-150 XL pickup. Bachiko looked back at her and grinned shamelessly.

"Ok, who else wants food?" Cho asked with a sigh.

"Me!" called Fuji as she slammed the door of her red '09 Toyota Avalon Limited and I nodded. A big smile materialized on Ai's face at the same time, though she'd just reprimanded Bachiko. Cho laughed at us and led the way inside, straight to the kitchen.

Without waiting for an invitation, Bachiko and I threw open the doors of the fridge. Fuji joined us to make sure we got out more than just junk food. Cho laughed again and hooked her iPod up to the speakers in the living room to play "Right Round" by Flo Rida feat. Kesha. She and Ai started dancing as a tub of ice cream, some chocolate cake, tortillas, fried chicken, and apple juice was pulled out of Cho's fridge. Then Bachiko went to get the peanut butter to add to our pile.

"You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you go down, down!" belted Flo Rida's voice from the speakers, closely followed by a repeat in Kesha's voice. Bachiko and I started singing along until we all dug into the strange assortment of food. Even Fuji, who was slightly hesitant at first, started scarfing things down.

When we were done eating (more like 'when the food was gone') we went up to Cho's huge room to put our stuff aside and just dance. The room was more empty than I had ever seen it. All that was left was the desk (organized and looking like a desk for once), the whiteboard (clear for the first time since I'd met her), the bed, and the mirror. Cho walked down the hall to her sister's room and grabbed her CD player, which she set up on the desk.

"Hey Saya, give me a CD!" she called. I reached into my Hot Topic bag and pulled out the CD I'd stuck in-MYV POPS by Miyavi. I tossed it to her and she put it into the player and turned up the volume just as her sisters (our little fans) Manda and Bailey entered the room. They ran to us with loud greetings and we all started dancing as "Are You Ready To ROCK" began. We spent almost an hour dancing to the loud, fast beats of the songs on MYV POPS. We couldn't really understand the songs since most of the words were in Japanese, but it left our minds free to dance.

When the CD ended Cho took it out and gave it back to me. I put it away as she put in a mix CD of Ai's. We all jumped right back into the dancing as "Circus" by Britney Spears began. "Circus" was soon followed by "Untouched," "Right Round," "Cyclone," "Dysfunctional Family," "Touch My Body," "Hot N Cold," "Face Down," "Take Me On The Floor," "Buttons," "Take A Bow," "Decode," and "Hit Me Up."

Cho had already gotten out the first Cinema Bizarre CD, Final Attraction, before the last notes of "Hit Me Up" faded. She put it in and "Lovesongs (They Kill Me)" started. We danced, talked, laughed, sang, and fantasized about Cinema Bizarre (well, I don't think Bachiko or Fuji did...) as the CD played.

When "The Silent Place" ended, Cho put in Best Fiction by Namie Amuro for Bachiko. Bachiko danced on her own for most of the songs, like "Do Me More" and "Put 'Em Up." Namie was also a dancer, so she made music that was easy to dance to. That's why Bachiko had liked the music since I had introduced her to it three years ago.

Best Fiction ended around 9:00 PM and we decided that Fuji's CD would be the last one we played. Manda and Bailey went to bed and we put in The Same Old Blood Rush With A New Touch by Cute Is What We Aim For. My favorite songs were "Practice Makes Perfect," "The Curse Of Curves," and "The Fourth Drink Instinct."

When our final disc ended, we went down to the living room and turned on Monty Python and the Holy Grail, which my parents had given me on DVD since the five of us were moving to Seattle. None of us fell asleep during Monty Python, but Bachiko and Fuji dropped off during Sweeny Todd, which we watched next. I don't know who fell asleep last, but I let myself pass out at the beginning of Howl's Moving Castle. I loved the movie, but for some reason it put me to sleep if I watched it too late.

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"Saya! Hey Saya, wake up!" a voice hissed above me as someone shook me awake. I opened my eyes and blinked a couple time to clear them before I recognized Ai in the darkness of the living room.

"C'mon, we're gonna go wake up Jim," she told me in a whisper.

I sat up eagerly. We had been planning to give Ai's neighbor a rude wake-up call for the last three years. I looked around and saw that Bachiko and Cho were already awake and trying to rouse Fuji, who finally rose up like a drunk man with a glass bottle of green tea in one hand. Everyone but Fuji burst out laughing at the sight.

I got up and looked down at my clothes, since I was pretty sure none of us had changed before falling asleep. Sure enough, I was still wearing light jeans, my long-sleeved red-and-white striped shirt and one of Fuji's black jackets. I hadn't even taken off my high-tops.

Bachiko was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt under a bright yellow shirt that had once been Ai's...probably still was, actually. She was also wearing baggy black capris and high-tops. Her hair was pulled up and I could see bright yellow hair extensions from Hot Topic contrasting with her dark hair.

Ai wore light grey skinny-jeans, a black t-shirt with random designs in neon colors, high-tops, and bright blue net armwarmers from Claire's. Her long blonde hair was set in a high ponytail and her face was bare of makeup.

Cho's hair was pulled back and clipped into place. Her makeup from the night before was smeared around her eyes, but no one bothered to tell her. She wore a plain white shirt and black leggings under a black mini-skirt. She also wore high-tops.

When Fuji sat up, I could see that she wore loose jeans and an oversized t-shirt tied up to fit her slim body. Her hair was a honey-blonde mess around her face but she just pushed it out of her face before standing.

Five minutes later we piled into two of our trucks and headed towards Ai's house. I sat in the backseat of Cho's truck with Fuji in the passenger seat and Cho herself driving. Bachiko and Ai were behind us in Bachiko's little yellow truck. At two minutes to four, we pulled up in front of Ai's house.

I got out on Fuji's side and we all pulled assorted noisemakers out of the back of Cho's truck. Once we all had our "equipment," we turned to look at Bachiko. She glanced at us as if trying to find a way out of the job we'd given her, then sighed. Taking a deep breath, she shouted "WAKE UP, JIM!"

The rest of us joined in with yelling, clapping, banging cymbals together, etc. Withing seconds we had woken up pretty much the whole cul-de-sac.

"JIM, IT'S TIME TO GET UP!" Cho was yelling when the man poked his head out the window to glare at us.

"What do you think you're doing?" he snarled as we all pasted on angelic smiles.

"We just thought you'd like a wake-up call," I told him in a too-sweet voice. Still glaring but unable to come up with a response, he withdrew back into the house.

In the time we had before he pulled out of the garage, we put the noisy stuff back into the truck and put on watches that had stopped working who-knows-how-long ago.

When Jim backed his car out into the driveway, we were all lined up just outside his property line. He stopped and rolled the window down, probably intending to bitch at us, and we all began speaking in a perfectly synchronized monotone.

"Hello Jim. You are-" we lifted our right arms and pretended to study our wrists "-two minutes late."

Jim stared at us as if unable to comprehend how we could be such freaks. Then he just rolled up the window and drove away. We watched in absolute silence until he was out of sight, then we burst out laughing. Then we piled back into the trucks before anyone else could yell at us and drove back to Cho's.

When we got back, we went up to Cho's room, grabbed blankets and pillows, and flopped. Bachiko took the bed, and everyone else ended up on the floor. I curled up, turned on some Japanese music, and fell asleep sometime during Namie Amuro's "It's All For You."

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The pale grey light of early dawn bathed Cho's room when I woke up again. As I sat up, I realized "Dear My Friend" by Miyavi was playing on my iPod. No one else was awake, so I laid back down and just listened to my music. I'd gone through "Dear My Friend," "Hello" and "Sweet 19 Blues" by Namie Amuro, "Akane" by Nightmare, "Chizuru" by The GazettE, and "Selfish Love" by Miyavi before I noticed that Fuji was stirring.

She sat up, blinking, and started shaking Ai. Ai tried to shoo her away, but she persisted and our guitarist finally sat up.

"What time is it?" she grumbled.

I checked my iPod, where I'd set the time into the title. "6:08," I reported. Ai sighed.

"We should probably wake Cho and Bachiko so we can get going," Fuji remarked. We sat still for a few minutes, then I threw my pillow at Cho and dragged myself from the warmth of the blankets to wake Bachiko. Cho stirred when the pillow hit her, so Fuji picked it up and started whacking her with it until she woke.

I poked Bachiko until she rolled over. Since that tactic didn't appear to be working, I put one of my headphones in her ear and turned the volume all the way up. She jumped and the other all looked at us as "Sexy Girl" by Namie Amuro could suddenly be heard.

"Ow," Bachiko remarked, rubbing her ear even as she started to dance to the still-audiable music.

Ai picked up her bag and headed into the bathroom. At the same time, Cho went into her closet and shut the door. Fuji started gathering up the blankets and piling them by the door. Bachiko just sat on the bed, half asleep. I crawled over to my bag, picked it up, and realized that something was wrong.

"Where's MYV POPS?" I asked, looking up. Fuji shrugged, but Bachiko just smiled. I stared at her.

"I wanted to listen to 'Señor Señora Señorita,'" she said defensively.

"As long as nothing happens to it."

Cho came out of the closet wearing ripped jeans and a bright red t-shirt. Her long reddish-brown hair was down and her huge sunglasses were characteristically perched on top of her head. She immediatly walked over to the mirror to remove the smuged remains of her makeup. Fuji grabbed her things and went into the closet now that it was free.

Ai came back into the room a few minutes later. She was wearing her favorite black half-jacket over a hot pink shirt with small black skulls all over it. She also wore black skinny-jeans and her usual high-tops. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail with hot pink temporary dye brushed in. Her makeup consisted of foundation, hot pink eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and clear lip gloss.

Picking up my Hot Topic bag, I headed into the now-open bathroom. I put on a white-and-gold Namie Amuro t-shirt and black skinny-jeans. I pulled my long black hair up into a ponytail, except for the chin-length parts which framed my face. I quickly applied foundation and when back into Cho's room, since Ai liked to do everyone's makeup.

Bachiko was nowhere in sight when I entered the room. Ai was sitting on her knees, applying red eyeshadow to Cho's eyelids. Fuji sat on the bed. Her hair was in a low ponytail looped over her shoulder, and Ai had already applied dark blue and light purple eyeshadow to her eyes. She was also smacking her lips, so I knew she had lip gloss on. She wore loose pants again and my old bright blue ocelot-patterned t-shirt under the jacket I'd worn yesterday.

A few minutes later Bachiko walked out of the closet wearing a sky blue tanktop and dark grey skinny-jeans. Her hair was, as usual, in a loose, messy ponytail. She was barefoot, but the first thing she did after putting down yesterday's clothes was walk over to the bed and put on her black high-tops.

Ai finished our makeup a half-hour later. Cho's was red, lined with silver. Bachiko's was light blue mixed with lime green and dark blue eyeliner. My eyes were silver and gold with thick black eyeliner. Ai had put the same clear lip gloss on all five of us.

When all our stuff was packed up, we stood by the door and stared at the empty room.

"Ready to go?" Bachiko asked finally. We all nodded and headed out to our vehicles.

I dropped my bag in front of the passenger seat in my Camry, since the seat itself was taken up by a cardboard box full of stuffed animals. Yes, stuffed animals. I'd gotten rid of most of the ones I used to have, but I kept my favorites and my plushies. I knew my pink panther, Pepto, and my mini panda, Strify, were right on top. Cocoa, Bernadine, Near, Sasori, Patch, L, Matt, Mello, Deidara, Kakashi, Grey, and others were also stuffed into the box.

Fuji, who could read a map best, led the way out of the driveway. Ai followed, then me, Bachiko, and finally Cho. We were on our way to Seattle.