So, I'm testing the waters with these new guys and I hope you enjoy it and I get the characters right! At the moment, no shipping, just wanted to shake up the Weasel with a girl on the scene. Of course, I own neither Disney, the show "I'm in the Band" or the characters in the story apart from Roxanne. r&r =)

"A new guitarist, why do we need a new guitarist?" Tripp asked, looking at Derek with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, because we need rhythm, you're lead, they wouldn't take your spot light, just help with keeping the crowd bopping along," Derek said, his English drawl making him sound just as charming as he looked.

"But the garage is crowded as it is, another person around would make it cramped," Tripp said flatly, not being charmed by him one bit yet.

"It's not that crowded," Ash chimed in, confused slightly by the situation.

"I just don't think Iron Weasel needs a new guitarist, we're good the way we are," he said, sulking a little.

"Shake up the demographic, kid, maybe someone who brings a little something new."

"But we have the charismatic front man, the… beastly bassist, the kid guitarist and the… erm… adorable drummer…" he said trailing off slightly with a sheepish grin, trying his best not to offend Ash.

"We could get someone who is shy and mysterious, or a nerd, or even a girl," he said, standing up to get his point across more.

"A girl, we could just get Izzy," Tripp replied simply.

"Again, we're a rock band, we don't need a backing singer. But think about all the best bands, they have two guitarists; Aerosmith, AC/DC, Iron Maiden have three!" Derek said, looking at Tripp seriously.

"Fine… audition and if you find someone who fits, we can keep them, but we all have to agree to them joining the band."

"Great kid! I think this might be what Iron Weasel needs to make more people pay attention and to create some sweeter sounds," he said, smiling brightly, settling back into his swing chair.

A month had passed since the band had that meeting to decide on the new guitarist. People were coming and going through the day, some people who could actually play guitar and other's who just wanted to meet Iron Weasel. Most of the people auditioning were male, in fact all of them were male. Some of them didn't fit the image, or play the best kind of rock, but most of them at least tried. Rubbing his temples, Tripp looked over at Derek and shook his head. He couldn't believe they had spent so long with this many people and not really made a firm decision on who they should keep. He like the playing skills of one of the guys, but Derek didn't like his style. It was hard work. The day was drawing to an end.

A pair of heavy Doc Marten's echoed through the garage. The band looked up and a smile finally drew on Derek's lips. Finally, a girl was auditioning. She had shaggy black hair with choppy layers, the faded red lipstick on her lips exposed a recent fat lip, her white wife beater clung to her curves, including the slight podge she had developed over her years, her red tartan skinny jeans accentuated her slight muffin top, her high black Doc Marten's went over the top of her skinny jeans, her nose ring added to her punk sneer, her skull with a pink bow reminded you she was still feminine (if her breasts didn't) and her coffin case held her guitar.

"You are still auditioning, right?" she asked a little harshly, her voice sounding as if she'd smoked ten cigarettes before she walked in. She pulled the chewing gum from her mouth and placed it on the table that the band were sitting behind.

"Oh yes, and what is your name miss?" Derek asked, perking up slightly as he leant towards her.

"The name's Roxanne," she said with a little snarl, not to offend them, but because that just seemed to be the way she spoke.

"Well Roxanne," Burger started, "shows us what you got," he said with a smile.

The girl placed her guitar case on the ground and went to her knees, her knees poking through the rips in her jeans. She opened the case to show off a sunburst Fender Stratocaster that was currently covered in band stickers, including an Iron Weasel sticker, and duct tape. Her guitar strap was one of those novelty ones, a bright yellow strap with the words "crime scene: do not cross" in massive black letters and now hung loosely on her shoulder. She plugged it into the amp. She wrapped her fingers around the fret board and started by playing a quick Iron Weasel solo and then looked up to see Tripp's slightly disappointed face. With a slight nervous smile she turned her attention back to her guitar. She began with a loud and kind of angry rendition of "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol, the band perking up slightly. After finishing that, she blended it well into the classic Mötley Crüe track "Kickstart My Heart" with a certain sexy snarl.

Once she had finished, she pulled the lead out and pushed the guitar down so it moved to around her back, her guitar strap stuck between her breasts. Her breathing was still calm as her eyes washed over the bands faces. Derek was approving with a nod and a smile, Burger seemed surprised he would be so impressed, Ash was still smiling with his usual grin and even Tripp was silently enjoying it. She didn't smile or frown, she just looked at them stone faced for an answer, yes or no would have been great right about now.

"Your audition was great! We just need to talk over the other guitarists and then we'll let you know," Tripp said with a polite smile.

"Yeah, all we need is a number and we'll get back to you," Burger said, nodding to the paper.

"Oh right, yeah," she said lowly, moving to the table. She leant over slightly and began writing her number on a piece of paper.

"Expect a phone call though," Derek flirted, picking up her old gum and offering it back to her.

The girl smirked slightly as she took her gum off of Derek and continued to chew it. She moved back to her case, taking the guitar off of her and placing it into the case. She picked the case up and left the garage. The band were left sitting there for a moment before the next person walked in to audition. After the evening of guitarist finished, they returned to the kitchen to enjoy a dinner fit for any rock band; cold pizza, left over nachos and some chilled orange juice. The band discussed the day's events and tried to narrow down the people they wanted to have in the band.

"What about that young kid that showed that other guy the right way to hold the guitar when he was auditioning? He seemed to know his way around a guitar," Ash said, holding a slice of pizza in hand.

"That was me Ash," Tripp said, almost a little low on patience for once.

"Oh, I though he looked familiar," Ash said with a little grin.

"I dunno little man, I enjoyed the girl's playing, she was fierce, knew her way around a guitar and had a decent taste in music," Burger said a little cautiously.

"I suppose she could play, but I'm still questioning whether we need one…"

"Kid, we've been in, and out… and back in the business, and I think we need one. Not need, but I think we deserve it. Five piece bands are so in right now, no one cares for the four piece, and bands who are four piece get more members when they go on tour anyway, so… we might as well get an extra now and keep them," Derek said with a small nod, looking towards Tripp.

"I s'pose Weasel knows best…" Tripp said, trailing off slightly.

"Who's Weasel?" Ash asked, dumbfounded.

"We are, as in Iron Weasel," Tripp said flatly.

"Oh right," he caught up, "wait, what do we know best about?" he was lost again.

"Getting a new guitarist," Tripp said a little bluntly.

"Oh right. I liked Roxanne, her guitar had our sticker on it."

"And she knew our style, she could play, I liked her," Burger said.

"And she was easy on the eyes," Derek drawled.

"I guess she fills a hole in our demographic; female, a different age from the four of us, slightly punk and I guess something for guys to look at," Tripp reasoned with himself.

"So, we can call her back?" Derek asked a little excited.

"Yeah, fine," Tripp said, finally giving in.