So this is my new story, and I have to give a special shout out to degrassijayandalex. Ashley, you've been a total babe, thank you so much for being my beta, given it seems as though you work 24/7 without catching a break! If you guys enjoy this chapter, she's the one to thank! The songs I use in this story are going to be a bit of a mixture, mainly rock but there's a few of them where they verge on metal and almost screamo, or whatever the kids say these days. I definitely encourage listening to the songs when they come on in the story, I will make sure I put the name of the song and the singer a the beginning of the chapter.

The song in this chapter is Dirty Pretty by In This Moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the songs used in this story.

Dominic Toretto winced as he handed over thirty dollars to the doorman at the club. That was definitely the steepest fee he had paid in a while to get into a bar when he wasn't planning on drinking or getting laid. In fact, he was pretty sure that it was the most he had ever paid ever to get into a club. He raised his eyebrow at the doorman who just shrugged and pointed at the poster on the wall, advertising the band that was playing tonight.

"They're pretty popular now," the doorman said as by way of excuse. "People pay good money to see them." And he was right. Because as Dom jogged down the steps to the underground club, the first thing that hit him was that the place was packed. The band hadn't started yet and dance music was being pumped out of the speakers in every corner of the misshapened room. He walked over to the counter, waiting for the bartender, who was currently chatting up a red-headed girl with a shirt cut so low she was almost falling out. When the bartender came down and waited expectantly, Dom asked for a bottle of Corona, throwing down a bill on the sticky bar top. The bartender rang up his order and gave him the change, snapping the lid off his beer and sliding it across the counter.

There were more than ten places he would rather be on a Saturday night, even as he looked around the club now and took in the scantily clad girls who were dancing, he took in a long suffering breath through his nose. He took a long drink of beer before settling down in one of the bar stools.

Dom was here because of his younger sister, Mia Toretto. She was three years younger than him, which might as well be ten years given how protective he got over her. She had finished nursing school two years ago and had been working at Central ever since. She had always been the priority in Dom's life, pretty much since the day she was brought home from the hospital but definitely since their parents had died when he was nineteen and she was sixteen. Mia was a smart girl, she had done well finishing school, he had made sure that she didn't have anything to worry about at home; taking over the family business with a couple of his friends to make sure there wasn't anything to detract attention from her schooling. She got a partial scholarship and started early at University, only a few months after she finished after at high school. There had never really been any guys in her life until about a year ago. Mia had told Dom that she was seeing someone, but that he was out of town a lot, and she didn't want to jinx anything.

His first thought was to tell her to run for the hills, because if a guy was saying that he was out of town, it was usually because he was up to no good. Probably had a whole other life with two kids and a Stepford wife, and Mia was just his fun on the side. But Mia seemed adamant that he was a good guy and so he let it settle. But all this time later, she was still interested in him and Dom still hadn't met him. And then came the best part, the reason why Dom was here tonight. Mia had told him that her boyfriend was a guitar player in a band and she was going to be taking four weeks of annual leave from work to go touring with him in eight months time. Just the idea of some guitar player, covered in tattoo's and brushing up against skankily dressed groupies every night had been enough to drive Dom to flip his lid, which had instigated an argument that had gone for several hours. Most people thought that it was just Dom who had a quick temper, but when Mia was was passionate about something, the legendary Toretto fire burned anyone who stepped in her path. In the end, Dom had stormed out of his sisters apartment but at least now he had the boyfriends name and the name of his band.

And that lead him to where he was today.

Sitting in an over-crowded bar with an over-priced beer surrounded by drunk people who looked like they could barely stand without the support from the people around them. It was just after nine and the poster said that they would start at nine thirty, so he didn't have too much longer to wait. He had looked up the band and had been surprised when he realized that he had actually heard of them, although he only sort of heard a couple of their things playing before, never really paid much attention. He was only looking after the one guy, Brian O'Conner. He had a couple of tattoo's and looked like he was pretty friendly with the rest of his band, from the photos he had seen. There were some music videos but he couldn't be bothered watching them. There wasn't much about him personally online, most of the stuff was just generally about the band. There was his age, what school he went to and that he was the most friendly one with the fans when they were waiting outside buildings wanting their CD's or tee shirts signed. A week ago, there was a paparazzi shot of him helping some old lady across a road, holding her grocery shopping. Overall, the kid looked fine, but then there wasn't that much that could be told from a couple of gossip magazine articles. But the thing that had stood out was that there was absolutely no mention of any girlfriend.

"...And now the reason that we're all here tonight!" Dom blinked as he realized that there was someone standing on the stage, addressing the crowd. The music was still going but it was turned all the way down and almost everyone in the room had fallen silent and was paying attention to the MC. "So please put your hands together for Fixing With Ecstasy!" Shouts and whoops went up from the crowds as they clapped and the clubs lights all went dark. Everything went quiet as they stood in the dark, apart from the occasional yell, and Dom reached out blindly for his bottle of beer, taking another swig.

A drum beat broke through the silence and a cheer went up as it was joined by a guitar. It was a jerky, staccato beat until the guitar strokes became a little longer and then a husky voice joined the instruments.

Mirror mirror, on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
Tell me I'm the perfect queen

A spot light shone across the crowd, and Dom caught glimpses of the band on stage. The lights flashed, blinding him for a couple of seconds before they resumed spinning around the room. A lot of the people in the crowd clearly knew the song because they were all singing along. Whoever was singing had a pretty damn good voice, it was low and husky—a tone he would describe as a bedroom voice.

Mirror mirror, in my hand
Who's the fairest in the land?
Are they lining up for me?

A second guitar joined with the first and the instrumentals became even louder. The singers voice deepened even more so, almost a growl, and it sounded as though someone was backing her up. They sung the bridge before the lights all of sudden lit up along the stage as they reached the chorus, the spot light settling on the girl in front. Dom's eyes flashed in approval as he took in the lead singer of the band.

Maybe I am not all that I've learned
 closeyour eyes, and you twist and you turn
I know I am more than they see
I'm everything, everything is me
I won't be what you want me to be
Your picture perfect vanity
I don't want to be your dirty pretty

Dom was surprised he hadn't noticed her before, when he was looking up the band. Although to be completely fair, it wasn't like she was breath-takingly beautiful, but she was uniquely striking. She wasn't wearing a tiny dress that accentuated her figure but she was clearly toned. Her mouth was a little too wide and she didn't have the kind of tits he usually looked for in a girl.

But despite that, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She was wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans tucked into a pair of ankle boots and what looked like a white singlet. This was all topped off with a leather jacket that had a couple of zips on the side, and her hair was straightened, hanging over her shoulders and her bangs almost covering her eyes. She had a presence on stage that detracted from everyone else, and it wasn't until she unhooked the microphone and walked over to one of the guitarists, slinging her arm comfortably around him that Dom went back to realizing there were more people on stage with her. She leaned in as she started on the final chorus of the song and he joined in with her, singing on the microphone that was standing in front of him as he strummed his guitar.

Maybe I am not all that I've learned
You close your eyes, and you twist and you turn
I know I am more than they see
I'm everything, everything is me
I won't be what you want me to be
Your picture perfect vanity
I don't want to be your dirty pretty

She was passionate about what she was singing, that much was clear as she spat out the lyrics with a growl. She left the guitarist that she had been singing with and Dom could tell that the song was coming to an end. She approached the guitarist on her other side and his eyes narrowed as he realized that this was Brian, the new man in Mia's life. She was chanting the last lyrics of the song and he was grinning, singing them along with her. When she leaned in close to him, Dom could just hear his voice coming through, over-shadowed by her powerful, husky tones.

With the way they were smiling at each other and she was leaning in so close it looked as though they were sharing breaths, they were either as good an actor as they were musicians or they were pretty damn close.

Turn it on, tune it in, let it out
Turn it on, tune it in, let it out

The song ended as she growled out the last words and the stage went dark.

Cheers went up from the crowd and Dom found himself clapping along with the crowd, although admittedly, his original enthusiasm had disappeared once he had set eyes on the man who had his sister tying herself in knots. The lights all went on, bathing everyone—including the band—in a white glow. The band members were all grinning at each other and as the lead singer walked toward the front of the stage, microphone in hand, the guitarists bumped fists with each other before throwing smirks over their shoulders at the drummer.

"Thank you, thank you!" The girl was grinning widely and Dom was pleasantly surprised to learn that the husky tone of her voice wasn't something that she just accessed for her singing; it was her usual talking voice as well. "We are Fixing With Ecstasy and we want to thank you all so much for coming out tonight to be with us!" Another cheer went up and the lights all started going a while again, indicating that they were about to start the next song.

Dom held up his hand to order another Corona and then settled back in his bar stool to enjoy the rest of the set.

Weeeeell, guess what? It's my birthday tomorrow. Whoop whoop. Twenty-one years. Shit, I feel bloody old. And in true twenty-first fashion, I'm working until eight at night and then this weekend, going out to dinner and probably home by ten. Haha. I'm such a nana, and I totally love it.

Oooh, and I saw Pitch Perfect 2! Ohmygod, so good. I mean, no where near as good as the new one but still very good. Elizabeth Banks is so incredible, and I love Anna Kendrick, she's adorable.

Oh yes, and if you review on this chapter (and are logged in and allow PM's) I'll send you a sneak peek of the next chapter!

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