Okay. First off, yes this is based off Music & Lyrics the movie, I'm not plagiarizing or claiming it as my own, I'm just using the plot and giving full credit, and I'm not making anything from this, it's fan fiction bro.

Anyway. This is my new multichap and I'd just love it so much if you could review. It starts out a little slow but just to get the background of it. This is total auslly.

Double Take was one of 2011's biggest songs…it surfed the net, making teen girls scream everywhere, following various songs with slightly less popularity. Soon after it's rise to stardom, fans became increasingly bored and soon moved onto the next hottest trend, T-Fame. But can you remember the name of the famous Double Take singer?

Whatever happened to Austin Moon? Tonight we find out on Battle of the One Hit Wonders.

The monitor that had been extended to Austin zoomed back out and the network manager set his remote down.

"We think it's gonna be bigger than American Idol. What do you think, Austin?" he asked, taking a seat next to his very attractive secretary.

"I love it. It's awesome," he said. Truthfully, he hadn't paid much attention to the video.

"Good for you," the secretary started. "Some of the people we've worked with have a little bit of trouble with being called ah, a one hit wonder."

Austin bit his lip. "I don't care. I'm a happy one hit wonder, really. I live in the past. Really takes the pressure off, especially on a first date."

He winked gingerly at the secretary, whose name suggested by her name tag was Cassidy. She smiled.

"So we've already taped several shows, and we're going to start airing them this month. You can appear whenever you want."

"How many songs would I get to perform? I just love performing, when the crowd is screaming my name, Austin, Austin-"

His chanting was cut short by Cassidy. "We can't promise any of the acts they'll be singing."

He wrinkled his brows. "Then what will we be doing?"

"Boxing," the network manager said. "That's why the show is called The Battle of the one hit wonders. Only the winner gets to sing."

"Oh…" Austin said. He shrugged and slunk back in his swivel chair. "Can I get some pancakes?"

/

"Man, I had no idea they meant boxing, nobody said a word to me, I swear," Dez said, as Austin entered his lavish apartment. His manager was currently pacing back and forth, suspenders clanking the ground as he did so.

"It's no problem, buddy, I can definitely take T-Fame. I did a tour with him last year and he cried like a little girl over a bee-sting."

"It's my fault, but I'm not upset, and you know why?" Dez said, brimming with excitement.

"You're blinded by your heavily colored suspenders?" Austin asked.

Dez ignored the comment and continued his pacing, where he picked up a magazine. An attractive feminine face was on the cover. "Her. Biggest star in the world, Kira Starr. Bigger than Britney and Taylor put together. And guess who she loves?"

"Her country?" Austin said, taking a seat in his beanbag chair.

"You. She's a huge Austin Moon fan and she wants to meet you!"

He glanced at his watch. "My plant lady will be up here in a few. Can you hurry it up, Dez?"

Dez rolled his eyes. "Why do you have a plant lady? Why do you even have plants?"

"Because," Austin started, "from time to time, ladies come back to my apartment. One said that plants make women comfortable. Of course, they'd be comfortable enough with me, but I figured it couldn't hurt."

"Is that true? Plants make women comfortable?" Dez asked. "Maybe that's why I'm divorced. No plants."

"Yes, Dez, that was the problem. Not Mindy's possessiveness or the fact she was INSANE, but your lack of vegetation."

The doorbell rang and Austin sprung up to get it. He opened the door to find a petite brunette in a flowy dress standing. She was beautiful and Austin couldn't resist the chance to flirt.

"Helloooo, there," he said, clicking his teeth.

"Hi, I'm Ally Dawson."

"Austin Moon, why are you here? You're too-"

Before he could finish the word attractive, she started babbling.

"You didn't get the message from Christina?"

"No, I haven't listened to my-"

"She was supposed to let you know I'd be doing your plants, while she's on vacation."

"Okay, then," Austin murmured. "Come on in."

"Thank you," she said. "I hope you have your own watering can. Jane told me everyone had their own, but this last guy, Mr. Frank, about 80, he didn't have his own can, so he starts yelling at me and screaming at me in German. I'm fluent enough to know what he's saying, and ya haven't been cursed at until you've been cursed out in German."

Damn, she could talk.

"I know what you mean, I dated a German girl once. Plant stuff is in the kitchen under the sink, and I have my own can," he said, as if that was supposed to be an impressive feat.

"Oh, well, vielen dankes," she said, chuckling at her own German. Dez trotted up to her.

"Hi, I'm Dez Fisher, Austin's manager."

"Ally Dawson, pleasure. So…kitchen?" she said, looking around for it. Austin and Dez pointed and she scurried off.

"So, Kira Starr, huh? How great is that? Do you believe it, man?" Dez said, brimming with excitement.

"All right, wait, wait, wait, is it even a good idea? Pros and Cons?" Austin asked, and he could've sworn her heard Ally said 'I love pros and cons list!' in the background.

"Pros? She's a huge star, great publicity, terrific money, terrific FACE," Dez said.

"Cons?"

"No matter what we do, in 70 years we'll both be dead," Dez finished.

"Huge star, great publicity, terrific money, terrific face versus death. I guess we can go for it."

"Good, because Kira is shooting a video tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight."

Austin and Dez heard a girlish yelp from behind them, and he whirled his head around to see Ally with her finger in her mouth. "You alright?"

"Do you have a band-aid and anti-biotic cream?" she asked, dropping the watering can. He figured she must have pricked her finger on the cactus needles.

"No?" Austin said.

"Well, then, I'm gonna go because, you know this could get infected. It's not clotting yet, but I mean, I'm a little hypochondriac, you just can never be too careful. Anyways, I'll come back and finish," she said, grabbing her stuff and walking out the door.

"So come again, I mean, you live here, I'll come again. I'm gonna go get this looked at. You should really have a first-aid kit. Thank you, have a good night."

Ally shut the door briskly behind her and Dez and Austin looked at each other.

"Weird," Dez said. Austin almost pointed out how stupid it was for him to call someone else weird.

"Yeah," he said.

"Don't give her a key," Dez said.

"Nope."

/

Kira Starr's video was a bit more…sexual than Austin had in mind. She was wearing possibly the most revealing outfit ever. Her dance moves were more like bedroom moves... It was creepy, considering the Buddha statue behind her.

"She seems like a very spiritual kid," Dez said. Sadly, there was no sarcasm or irony in his voice.

"Always nice to see young women exploring religion," Austin said, shaking his head.

I'm not satisfied if I don't get

My Buddha's delight

"And CUT," a voice rang out, and Kira emerged from the fake fog with an older man and a muscled one with a name tag labeled Face Puncher. How reassuring, Austin thought.

The older one extended a hand to Austin. "Hey, I'm Jimmy Starr, Kira's manager. And her father."

The muscled one simply grunted.

Austin shook his hand and hunched an eyebrow. "And you don't have a problem with her dancing like this?"

"Dancing like what, Daddy?" Kira asked.

"Nothing," Austin said, "never mind."

"About this song," Jimmy said. Kira cut in.

"You see, I recently broke up with my boyfriend. We had been together for almost two months. It was awful. But then I read a book by Guru Mathashavi called A Way Back Into Love. That will be the title of our new song."

"Guru Mathashavi?!" Dez squealed. "I love her."

Kira smiled warmly. "We also want to put the track on my new album, so we need it by Friday."

"This Friday?!" Austin replied.

"Yeah, but don't feel any pressure. We've got seven other artists in the studio, so if you mess up, we're covered," Kira said. She smiled brightly and Dez returned the smile.

Austin gulped, looking worried.

"Mr. Moon, don't look at this as competition. If it's meant to be, it will be. It's destiny. Or…not."

/

"I can't write a song by Friday!" Austin yelled as they were walking down the dimly lit streets.

"You can't write a song period. You mean you can't hire a lyricist to accompany your melodies," Dez corrected.

Austin rolled his eyes. "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead. Finished! I'm gonna end up doing bar mitzvahs!"

"No you're not," Dez said. "Nobody would hire you for a bar mitzvah. A bat mitzvah on the other hand…"

"Just one song, that's all we need buddy, one song," Dez said.

"But it's so…hard. I need a lyricist, and it's never worked with anyone except Demonica, and that was awful."

"I know it's not easy to get somebody good this fast, but there is this guy. Very hip, edgey. Just worked with T-Fame. Give him a shot?"

Austin sighed. "What choice do I have?"