Trumpets and Pop Songs
It was a quiet enough day at the Konoha Symphony, the smell of slide grease and fresh reeds permeating the air. Or well, that was until a certain first chair Trumpet player heard the news of the day.
"Why have to do what?!" the blond stood, nearly knocking his stand into a bassoon player's head in the process.
"Why the fuck do we have to share our recording studio with anyone? It's fucking our recording studio!" Hatake Kakashi rubbed his nose in exasperation. If any other member had screamed like this, cussed like this, or basically did anything that Naruto Uzumaki ever did they would be out in seconds. But was an unspoken rule among every player, the day you can play like Naruto Uzumaki is the day you can do whatever you want too.
"Naruto, I owe his father a favor, besides it's just one song. How bad can it be, we can play it once, nail it, and send him on his merry way." That seemed to appease the blond if only a little.
"So who is the fancy pants little boy that we are playing for anyways?" This was going to be the hard part, calming Naruto after this little tidbit of news.
"Teen pop sensation Sasuke Uchiha."
It had been a quiet enough day at the Konoha Symphony, but now it was all screams of outright anger, and swooning girls. And everyone had forgotten about their poor director, Hatake Kakashi.
"Iruka, when are we getting to this dump recording studio anyways? I don't see why we couldn't have just used our own recording studio; we could have crammed them all in there." Sasuke Uchiha grumbled as his limo pulled into the parking lot of the Konoha Symphony.
"Uchiha-san, the Konoha Symphony is very large, there would be no way we could have fit them all in there, besides, the acoustics would have been terrible.
"Hn."
"Let's just go in Uchiha-san." Iruka ushered his charge into the building, just wanting to get this over and done with.
The entered a room of massive proportions. Percussion instruments surrounded what was a huge amount of people, each holding or tuning their precious instruments. The walls were lined with cages or cabinets for storage, with one wall that held about seven or eight doors leading to who knew where.
"Excuse me?" Iruka moved to approach a small girl with black hair and what Iruka thought may have been a clarinet, he was never good with these things.
She turned her lilac eyes in his directions, a small shy smile gracing her lips.
"Is your director around?" his voice was soft, almost as if speaking to a delicate animal that would run off as soon as move.
"H-he, he said t-to introduce yourself and th-that he w-would be back soon." The girl stuttered before returning to the beautiful instrument balanced across her lap.
Iruka took the advice, moving to stand on the podium that was placed before the group.
He coughed, awaiting the silence that soon followed.
"My name is Iruka; I am Sasuke Uchiha's manager. I just want to say how lucky I feel to be working with…"
"So I just need to go ahead and slur that part at measure 45?" a loud voice cut through the silence as a blond boy came bouncing out of the main office, a trumpet held in hand.
"Yeah, and Naruto you are the only one playing there so if you feel the need to take creative license go ahead, just warn me or signal me so I know when to signal the rest of the orchestra." Yet another privilege given to Naruto, not that anyone minded.
"Oh, um excuse me; sorry I was just intro…" Iruka turned, an embarrassed smile on his face.
"Oh don't worry about it Dolphin, I was just going over Naruto's solo in the office continues on." This was greeted with a lengthy pause then a sudden thought from everyone…dolphin?
"Wait, Dolphin, why are you here?" Kakashi was all smiles as he bounded across the room to bring the other man into a hug.
"Oh fuck, don't tell me that your boyfriend is that Uchiha brat's manager. We'll never get this done damn it!" Naruto raged as he found his chair among the group.
"What did you call me, dobe?" This was greeted again with another lengthy silence followed by the same look in everyone's eyes…ah shit.
"What was that teme? You wanna take this outside? Do you? I'll fucking kick your ass in no time flat, then we won't have to even do this stupid recording." Naruto attempted to kick his stand down but was quickly stopped by his second chair, Lee.
"Naruto-san, the bassoon player?" a moment of recognition in his eyes before he jumped down to run to the other boy's side, all intent to kick him instead.
"Idiot, like you could even lay a scratch on me." That did it. That tore it up, threw it on the ground, stamped it into the carpet and fucking did it.
"That's it, right now, you and me, let's go."
"Naruto, please don't kill him. I seriously doubt that Mr. Uchiha's targeted audience would like a CD of a trumpet solo." Kakashi sighed, grabbing his star player from the back of his faded rock band t-shirt.
A low growl emitted from Sasuke's throat, "What?"
"I'm guessing no one told either of you that the majority of the song is a solo with trumpet accompaniment…did they?"
"Fuck no!"
AN: Well there it is, the first chapter to Trumpets and Pop Songs. This is going to be a multi-chapter fic and I must admit, I am absolutely terrible with chapter fics and updating them. I also have the habit of forgetting my password right in the middle of writing a multi-chapter fic. I have already done this twice I believe. I promise I will attempt to be more responsible then I have in the past. Anyways, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed.
