Thanks to all my reviewers!

Adjji-Sensei: Thanks a lot!

Forever-Sapphire: Hopefully this will be good enough for you

asga: Sorry the update was later than expected

Beeria: lol I was surprised nobody had done this one actually

Ghost in the Mirror: Glad you liked it, it's for you after all XD

When Aerith entered the room, she was hardly surprised to see the older woman at the mirror combing her hair while the younger one lay on the bed on her stomach staring in fascination at the television. She glanced in Aerith's direction and gave a small nod before looking back at the screen again. A second later, she looked again with a frown.

"What's wrong?"

Aerith took a deep breath. "We've got competition."

The brunette at the mirror put her brush down and twisted herself around to face the other two females. "What's new? Everyone's trying to top us," she said with an unconcerned shrug. Aerith shook her head.

"Tifa, this isn't some manufactured pop band!" she explained gently. "I'm talking about a boy band with talent. All the papers are saying their talents rival ours."

The youngest woman leapt up at this, her fists balled in anger. She started shouting things in another language as she stomped around the room. Tifa and Aerith ignored it, having been used to the extent of Yuffie's tantrums. Besides, they had learned very colourful Wutaian words thanks to their friend.

After a moment, she settled down and sat on her bed again. Her eyes were still narrowed though and her lips were just a thin line. Tifa glanced at her for a second before looking to Aerith.

"So, what does Cid think we should do?"

"Keep doing what we do and don't be repetitive," she replied. She was silent for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "It's not the fact they're competition that bothers me, like you said Teef, we have it all the time. It is just the way it has been played up. We need to make a good impression if we have any chance of being voted into the Midgar song contest and being recognised as one of the best bands in the world."

"We'll manage. Everyone loves us!" Yuffie piped, suddenly feeling happier as she remembered the response they had received at their last gig. The crowds had gone wild. "What's the name of this band anyway?" Yuffie asked curiously.

"Trackside."

"Pfft, stupid name for stupid people," she said with a wave of her hand. "I don't even know why I got angry when our supposed rivals have a name like that!"

Tifa laughed despite herself as she turned back to the mirror. As she reapplied her makeup, she spoke up again.

"There's no point worrying about it. We'll just have to continue being the best."

When the bar door opened, the barmaid hardly glanced up. The pub was often busy that the arrival of any customer wasn't a big deal. However, as she raised her head to ask them what they wanted to drink, her mouth went dry. The raven-haired man met her gaze and threw a dazzling smile in her direction making her cheeks burn.

"You're…you're Zack," she breathed. "Zack Donovan from Trackside!" she breathed excitedly. He grinned at her.

"That's right," he said. her eyes fell on the blonde beside him, whose hair was just as spiked up as Zack's.

"Cloud Strife," she squealed excitedly. "And Reno Sinclair!" By this time, she thought she was going to faint. Cloud remained expressionless but Reno flashed a grin that rivalled Zack's. Realising they hadn't come to talk to her, she pulled herself together. "What can I get you?"

"Three beers please doll," Reno said, tossing the money onto the counter. She nodded and they turned away to find a table.

"Um…can I have your autograph?" she asked meekly. The boys looked at each other. Reno shrugged.

"Sure."

She quickly grabbed a pad of paper and a pen, pushing it in his direction. He picked it up and hesitated for a moment. "Uh, what's your name?"

"Elena," she answered quickly, watching transfixed as he wrote her name and then scribbled his own. Zack and Cloud signed next. She whispered a thank you before going to see to their drinks.

"I didn't expect it to be so fast," Cloud said with a frown. He looked around to see everyone in the bar staring at him. Zack laughed.

"Get used to it smallfry."

"Don't call me smallfry," the blonde snapped.

"Ok then, Spiky."

"Don't call me that either!"

"I can call my baby brother whatever I want!" Zack retorted, sticking his tongue out. Elena wandered over with their drinks, glancing at Reno a couple of times before she disappeared again. Reno smirked to himself.

"Quite a babe," he commented. Zack shrugged.

"Suppose but she's not really my type." Reno snorted.

"Since when did you have a type? You sleep with nearly every bit of skirt you can."

Zack was stopped from saying anything when the door opened. The way Reno's mouth fell open caused him to look over his shoulder. Three young woman had walked in. One was wearing a denim skirt with a low cut pink tank top and black heels. Her long brunette hair was flowing down her back.

Another, darker haired female was wearing a slightly shorter black skirt and white top, her black boots reaching to her mid-thighs.

The last one was definitely the youngest. Her hair was short, the longest parts reaching her chin. She was dressed in jeans with a sparkly green belt and a top of the same dark leaf green shade with matching green flats.

"Starlight," he muttered softly. Reno nodded as the brunette glanced over to them. A look of shock registered on her face before she looked away. A second later, the women had bunched closer together. Zack snorted. "Why do women do that and think we don't know they're talking about us?" he asked the other two males.

The youngest female glanced over her shoulder, giving them a cold glare before she turned to talk to her band mates again. The reaction caused Reno to smirk.

"Looks like we've got to them without even doing anything yet," he chuckled.

"They won't give up without a fight," Cloud said warily. "They've been in the limelight for some time now. They won't want to give it up."

Reno waved his hand dismissively. "Course, they won't want to," he agreed. "But we're going to make them. There can't be two champions!"