I AM SOOOOOO SORRY!
It's been a long while since I've up-dated any of my fics. Like Everytime We Touch and It Takes My Pain Away. But,I have a real good reason as to why I haven't up-dated this to popular fics of mine.
...Well,more than one reason. -sweat drops-
Reason # 1: I've recently been writing the chapter summaries of my fics in a small diary of mine that I've labeled Fic Chapter Summaires. And I haven't written down the chapter summaries for these two fics yet.
Reason # 2: I'M HAVING WRITER'S BLOCK ON IT TAKES MY PAIN AWAY!! I honestly don't know what to write next! There are so many ideas in my head and I just can't seem to choose one! T-T
Reason # 3: Everything that I had typed for the next chapter of Everytime We Touch got deleted off my computer because of a stupid virus. So now I have to re-write the whole chapter again. TT-TT
AND FOR MY MOST IMPORTANT AND LAST REASON!!
Reason # 4: I'm pregnant. Yes,you heard me. I'm gonna have a baby. I found out in December and since then I have been very busy trying to keep myself healthy and everything a pregnant woman is supposed to do.
These are my reasons and I hope that all of you can forgive for not up-dating. So,instead I'm going to put this fic that I have written the chappy summaries about. -hides under bed- Please don't be mad at me!
Anyway,please ennoy!

Chapter 2:Sour Note

"I sorry,but it's no good. Really. I truly am sorry."

I sighed as I closed the door behind me and walked out the building. The sun shined in my eyes making me want to get home as soon as possible. People were hustling and making so much noise in the streets. Some people were in groups talking on their cell to other people or yelling at them. Some people were hanging out in groups,mostly girls,gossiping about the many wonderful things that happened in school. The majority of the people I passed were by themselves. Most of the ones walking alone looks liked they were thinking or had this sad look on their faces.

I wonder what that guy could be sad about...

It wasn't any of my business. The only thing that was my business was anything and everything I do. That's how I think and that's how I'll always think...And it's that kind of thinking that's never gonna get me out there...Also playing it on the safe side.

Looking at the bench that was right in front of me I sat down. I'd been walking and thinking so deep that I didn't even realize that I had walked straight into a park. A small smile came onto my face. For some reason this always happened. Whenever I'd get sad or really depressed my legs would just take here. Sometimes I'm happy to be in the park after a turn-down,but not right now. Not the one place in the park that I'm in right now. I was sitting in front of a playground. I hate playgrounds. It makes me remember...

I shook my head and just stared at my hands. One hand was empty while my other hand held a music tape. Sadness overwhelmed me. I couldn't believe that I got turned down again. The sixth turn down this week. Maybe I should just give up. It would be better.

A sigh escaped my mouth and I looked up at the sky. If he knew what I was doing,I'd get my ass kicked. Hard.

Beep!

"Hello,Mr. Yugi Motou. This Saku Shibara from HighBeam Records. I'm sorry to say that our shachou was not pleased with your demo tape. He says that it's not exactly what we're looking for. He would have called you to tell you yourself,but he is busy in a meeting. Again,I'm sorry. I hope that you have better luck at the next label you go to."

Beep!

"Message has been deleted. You have no more messages."

Seven. Make that seven turn downs this week.

"It can't be helped."

I ran my fingers through my blond bangs and sighed again for like the thousandth time all day. This was getting me nowhere. I've been trying to get out in the world as a singer and it hasn't been working. Every label I go to always tells me the same things: I'm missing courage in my music or I'm singing on the safe side. Hearing those things all the time gets really tiring. And after I get turned downed I try again. Harder and harder than before. For some reason,the results never change. It's like I'm at a stand still. With my music and the comments from the labels. And I'm not even trying to get into music because I like it. I'm doing it because I need money. I need money because the job I have isn't paying me enough.

Ding-ding!

I turned around from my phone and leaned against the counter. A woman who looked like she was in her forties was standing next to the door while a eighteen year-old boy walked over to look at the guitars that on the wall.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked trying to not let my depression creep into my voice.

"No,just letting my son look around. Thanks for asking."

I nodded. My eyes shifted over to the woman's son as he left the acoustic guitar section and entered the electric. He was eying each and every electric guitar. He was about to get to the end of the guitars when he did a double take at a Pedulla Rapture 4-String Bass guitar. I walked over from behind the counter to the wall and took down the guitar.

"Wanna try it on?"

The boy nodded his head excitedly like a kid getting his favorite candy at a shop. I took the guitar strap and put it over the boy's head and positioned the guitar in his hands. He struck some cords and walked back and forth a couple of times before turning to his mother and giving a huge cheesy smile.

"This is the one,ma! It's just like the guys said. Plus,it feels great!"

"You want that one?"

The boy nodded.

His mother looked over at me. "How much?"

"2,499.99"

"That much?!"

I winced. Great. This woman is one of those costumers that complains about the price.

"I thought it would be higher!"

"What?"

"It's the right price. I've gone to other stores and their prices are off the charts! We'll take it!"

It took me a couple of seconds before I snapped out of it. I placed the guitar back on the wall and continued with the purchase. All the while the woman's son couldn't stop bouncing off the walls. He was acting like a five year-old. I tried to get this done and over with before he started literally bouncing off my walls and recking the place.

"Your guitar will be here in three weeks. Would you like me to deliver it to your house or would you like to come and get it?"

"I'll come by and pick it up. You have my phone number. Just give me a ring when it arrives."

"Okay. Well,have a nice day. And thanks for shopping at Sour Note Music Store."

The woman and her son waved and left. And the only thing going through my head was that that was gonna be my last costumer all day.

This is why I have to make it. I own a music store that gets no business what-so-ever.

Going to the back I grab a handful of posters and a step ladder. Balancing the posters and the ladder I make my way outside the store. I place the posters on the ground and opened the step ladder. I make sure that the ladder isn't on any edgy parts of the sidewalk and climb up. Tearing the posters of the glass helps me with my depression and gives me something to do. I catch a glimpse at the name of the store: Sour Note.

What must I have been doing the day I named this store...