I randomly got creative, and I have no idea where this even came from. Subconscious maybe? Enjoy this OneShot, I've a feeling I'll start doing these often :)

Alex's POV

I just came out of band practice with my drum sticks and headed towards the nearest local bench. Practice was very frustrating as we still did not have a guitarist that could fit with our preferred genre of music, Alternative. We gained inspiration from 'Evanescence', 'The Pretty Reckless', and 'fall out boy', amongst others. We had lead vocalist, we had a drummer, for heaven's sake we even had a bassist which were meant to be the hardest thing in a band to find – but NO, we need a fucking rhythm guitarist. Unfortunately, the area we lived in Manhattan wasn't really all that musical, or literate for that matter. It was frustrating, and Alex Russo gets frustrated easily.

I reached in my pocket and took out a packet of Menthol and lit one up and took a long drag. I was surrounded by peace and serenity as I inhaled and exhaled the smoke. I normally came to the park to smoke to hide from parents. Yeah, yeah I'm the typical rebellious 17 years old. Not really anymore. I mean I used to, but once I realised I would no longer have powers after the Family Wizard completion I gave up on even studying Magic as a topic, and invested more in my music. I was never the smartest at school, nor was I the dumbest. I don't think real intelligence is measured in school, take my friend Harper for example-she could tell you Algebra back to front, could go through a list of French verbs, throw up fancy English Literature terms like 'Alliteration', but she had no common sense. I found that a lot in my past couple of years at school.

I scraped by school with high B's, getting an A by a mark or two but not really putting in any full effort. To be totally honest school was just a burden to me, it took away practice time for my drumming. I liked being at school and being in certain subjects, it kept my young mind witty and alert. I didn't like the people I was surrounded by, or even the building I was surrounded by but I still managed to never miss a day of attendance. The people there were probably the main reason why I didn't practically like school; they annoyed me to the full extent. The guys that believed and took stereotypes literally, the group of people who assume everyone's gay judging by a face book picture or by music they listen to, the group that kept quiet and were being called gay and sometimes; the normal or what society seems as normal group.

I however wasn't in a 'group'. I liked to move through life by myself, I was born alone; I would more than likely die alone; so I chose to be alone. I didn't obviously isolate myself from life or society completely, but I kept my very few but close friends close. I was known for my drumming and my 'don't fuck with me or else' attitude. I was the typical tomboy, converse and jeans with a t-shirt my usual attire with a beanie and the occasional pair of earphones. I was never really bullied in school, as I for a reason still unknown to me intimidated other students. I believe it was because of my past as 'Rebel Russo', but I never really speak of that time in my life.

I was definitely moving on to my third cigarette now as my thoughts got even more complicated, did I mention I was an over-thinker?

Even when I came out as a, wait for it, lesbian I never really got sly remarks. Everyone accepted it and it actually even more increased my popularity, which at the time I loved. Girl after girl I got bored, and stopped entirely. Maybe the odd hook-up here and there, but nothing serious. Nothing relationship worthy.

I guess that's the typical 'Rock n Roll' lifestyle though? Sex, drugs, and rock n roll. I had explored the sex department, got hooked on the 'Rock n Roll' part but skipped the drugs entirely. I never experimented really, as drugs were out side of my comfort zone. Alcohol I was okay with, but I just never felt compelled to do drugs. I was totally cool with others doing drugs, the subject intrigued me but I just couldn't imagine myself taking a blunt or popping a pill. Drugs was a subject I knew very little about, and for that reason I didn't connect with most other teenagers as easily as one who would at least have the sense to know HOW to roll a blunt could.

I connected with others through a completely different level, and as cliché as it might seem; that connection was music. Music is the words of the soul, it can either be deep shit where the artist strips back music to its rawest form and can ignite emotions within the listener that they never knew they had or it could be a sound of bass that occupied people's minds and made them dance. I think you can tell a lot by a person through their favourite song, if you get the song then lie on your bed and listen to the song for roughly 10 minutes; you'll know more about that person than you ever could in a conversation. Even those who had walls built around them or had armour to ensure they wouldn't get hurt showed their true feelings and emotions through their favourite songs; a fact ALWAYS overlooked by the general eye.

Music was a way of expression, and I could never figure out how these shit boy groups could top the charts when bands who made Raw, real music could not. Maybe it's due down to advertising, or how ignorant people's music tastes where...

As I moved on to my now fourth cigarette I could faintly hear the sound of a guitar riff distantly, but still not afar. I sat and listened intently, but my curiosity got the best of me. Like I follow the smell of food, I followed the sound of the guitar. The acoustic guitar I originally heard was replaced with a loud, heavy electric one. Whoever this dude was that was playing serious had skills. The rhythm and timing was totally on point. That's the worst thing about being a drummer; a drummer's ear can hear someone with bad timing from a mile away. The perk of being a drummer? It was definitely being able to bang all day...in more than one way.

Still following the god with the electric guitar I reached the end of the calm but nicely set out street. The music seemed to be coming from a skating shop, typical. I peaked my head in the door before I realised I still had my cigarette; I took the last drag and put it out by rubbing on the brick wall and tossing it. I'm such a litter bug.

I stepped inside the store and was actually quite pleased. It wasn't like the skate stores next to the Subway Shop, this shop was actually well maintained and there was celebrity skate boards singed on the wall. I got distracted by a birdhouse deck that was signed by Tony Hawk. I could still hear the sound that must have been coming from the other side of the small store. I walked down still looking at all the different makes, trucks and wheels for skateboards. I followed the sound until I finally found the guitar god. They were completely in their own world rocking out and doing guitar riffs, impressive ones at that. I smirked and stood watching this god. They jumped like they were on stage and turned facing me; I obviously caught them off guard by just looking at their stance. I was shocked when I looked at their face, and realised this 'Guitar God dude' was actually a 'Guitar God Dudette', and a beautiful one at that.

The girl looked quite flustered and embarrassed, 'Uh...Sorry I wasn't there to serve you I was just uh...practicing'

I smirked at her and she lowered her head, 'Practicing? You in a band or something?' I quizzed the slightly shorter girl.

'Nope I am not. I just like to practice to keep my memory fresh on cords, plus I like to be able to play songs I like'

She seemed around the same age as me. I looked at her outfit and I guess her playing the guitar suited her style. Biker style boots with ripped skinny jeans, a concert t-shirt and a leather jacket along with a Necklace with 'D' on it, at least I knew her name began with 'D'.

'You should be, you're pretty good at the guitar.'

She smiled slightly and I was amazed at her smile, I even found myself smiling back as it was that contagious, 'How would you know?'

'I'm in a band. In a matter of a fact we're looking for a guitarist...you're a guitarist, what do you say?'

She bit her lower lip slightly and tilted her head to look in deep thought; she seemed to look to see if I was genuine. I knew this was a lot to take in so I spoke again, but softly this time.

'You can think about it you know. I think you're perfect.' She blushed slightly, 'Eh for the band of course...not that you're not perfect but I was referring to the band and uh yeah' Once I stopped my embarrassing ramble she giggled and I suddenly felt small.

'Yeah I'll think about it. Here give me your phone and I can call you once I decide' I took my packet of cigarettes before taking out my phone; surprisingly she wasn't looking down in disbelief, just the same smile on her face. She typed briefly and gave it back.

I stood in the same spot with a dopey smile on my face, just looking at her in admiration. I only noticed she had a cute chin dimple, and her eyes were intoxicating. She looked at me expectantly and I looked at her, I honestly didn't know what was going on.

'Uh I better go. But, let me know if you wanna join the band. The place will still be there' she nodded and I took that as my cue to leave.

I turned but not before looking over my shoulder and smiling back at the Guitar God.

'Wait...' I turned and she raised her head again, 'I never got your name'

I stood and picked my next few words very carefully, 'Band girl' she looked confused and I continued, 'I like to remain a mystery. See ya'

I confidentially turned back around and walked out the door, before I could hear a faint 'bye' from the guitar God. I walked towards the station as I was probably really late for my shift. My mind went back to the guitar god, before I took my phone back out from where Guitar God taken my number out and put hers in contacts. I scrolled down my contacts to 'D' to look for her...

Dad

Dean

Deanna

Demi

Demi, her name was Demi. Demi meets band girl, has a ring to it.

Whatcha think? Reviews are appreciated.