A/N: Yeah, yeah, another modern AU. Dont hate me for it. Have a read, enjoy.

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Moving. He hated it. Every single year, the same story; move in someplace nice, some town out of the way that no ones ever heard of. Spend a year. Move on because Gyatso doesn't think its quite right for him. He longed to tell Gyatso he was sick of it, tired of the constant shifting, the lack of firm friendships.

Trudging around the mall, he was searching for his church. His holy place. Whichever town or city Gyatso took him to, he'd always be able to find one. His sanctuary. He glanced up sharply, one headphone dropping out as it snagged on his jacket zip while he stopped a random person to ask for directions.

"Scuse me. Where's the music shop?"

The kid looked at him oddly, then replied in the snob tone so typical of the expensive clothes he was wearing.

"Well, it looks to me like you'll be after Kuruk's Records. Down there, to the left."

"Thanks man."

He supposed he was dressed a little differently to everyone else. He always was. Orange skinny jeans, yellow Converse. White t-shirt with four letters instantly marking him as different to most others in this town.

MGMT. The indie duo based out of the last city Gyatso had made him live in. New York. He'd been to one of their first ever gigs, and had been an avid fan since then. His music taste marked him differently to any other kid he'd ever met. Sure, there was the indie part to him. But deep down, he loved the emotion and feel of emo music as well, with the musicality of hard rock and metal thrown in as well. An odd combination to fit into one person, but his iPod backed up the taste by showcasing some very, very different bands.

He stopped outside the record store. It looked kinda dead. But, as music shops so often did to him, it looked like home. He pushed open the door, and walked into the middle of some of the best guitar playing he had ever heard. He would have known that riff anywhere, it being one of his own favourites to play on his own when he was feeling down and needed a solid, challenging solo.

He searched around the shop for the source of the playing, stopping when he saw the door to the back room of the shop slightly ajar. He poked his head around, impressed by what he saw.

A guy maybe a couple years older than himself, leaning back on a tatty old plastic chair, feet up on a wooden stool in front of him. Checkered black and white Vans, ripped black slim jeans, blue AC/DC t-shirt. Bright blue Fender Telecaster slung around his neck, his fingers dancing over the fret board as he teased out the solo, the notes rolling out of the amp like waves.

He waited for the guy to finish the song, mentally playing along in his head, before making his presence known.

"Dude, that was freaking sweet!"

The guy looked up, evidently surprised someone had walked into the shop. He looked relieved when he saw it wasn't someone he knew.

"Wow, thought you were my dad there for a second. What can I do for you?"

"Hey, I was just here lookin at some records. I just moved here yesterday and thought I'd check out the neighbourhood music scene. I can see its pretty darn good!"

"To be honest, if you thought that was good, you're in the minority around here. Its all pop crud in this town. Glad you managed to find us though, always good to add another one to the decent music cause. The name's Sokka."

"Aang. Good to meet ya." The two shook hands.

"Have a seat buddy" Sokka gestured to the stool he had just removed his feet from.

"So, how long have you been playing? Play anything else?" Aang questioned immediately.

"Nope, just guitar for me. I can play a couple of things on bass, but only the easy stuff!"

Aang grinned. "Know what you mean there. Wouldn't trade my guitars for anything!"

"Oh, you play?"

"Yeah man. Been playing since I was about six. The only thing that's kept me sane with so much moving."

Sokka handed the guitar to Aang, laughing. "Okay, then let's see what you got. I know it's only a Tele, but it's one of the guitars my dad won't mind if I break a string!"

Aang pondered for a second, then replied.

"Okay, I've got something I reckon you might like."

He launched into the intro of the song, losing himself in the chords until he had finished.

"Woah."

He opened his eyes to see Sokka gawking at him.

"That was the best rendition of Black Night I've ever heard from someone that wasn't me! How dyou know I even like that stuff?!"

Aang laughed. "One, you were playing Sweet Child O' Mine when I walked in. Two, you're wearing an AC/DC t-shirt. I may not be Einstein, but I'm not an idiot either!"

"Heh, sweet. Hey, I finish in like, ten minutes. You wanna hang around and jam a bit more? It gets kinda boring playing on your own for like, ages..."

"Yeah, tell me about it. You got any Gibsons?"

"Yeah, we got a few. Dunno about it though, my dad'll be pretty annoyed if you break a string..." Sokka left the statement hanging in the air.

Aang laughed at Sokka's sudden attack of worry. "Psh, I haven't broken a string in years. It'll be fine."

"Then go for it. But I warn ya, you break one, you pay for it!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What dyou wanna play?"

" You know any Black Sabbath? I finally learnt Paranoid the other day and I reckon it'll sound awesome with two guitars."

"Dyou not know anyone else who plays guitar?"

"Nah. Been trying to get a band together for years. My best friend Zuko can play bass when he's not, like, being all emo depressed. My sister Katara can sing quite well and can plink around on the keyboards if she needs to. Her friend Toph is a demon on the drums, I've never seen a girl hit those things so hard. But we don't have another guitarist."

"Man, that must suck pretty bad."

"Yeah. That and the fact we all like different music. Leads to a lot of arguments about what we'd play. None of them quite share my frankly superior music taste."

And with that, he launched into the opening riff.

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