I've decided to get back to Funny Doesn't Pay the Bills, because I've got some fans that would like to see more of it.

As a side note: Thanks to an anonymous reviewer who caught my mistake of calling Rouge Rogue. I'm a grammar/spelling Nazi so I appreciate those kinds of things.

P.S. Drama/Romance chapter!!!

Enjoy.

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When Amy got up her head was pounding and her mouth was dry. (I hate it when that happens.) In the distance she heard someone playing a guitar and singing. It was at this point that she looked around and realized that she had no idea where she was. Amy was still wearing her outfit from last night: A bright gold dress. Her high heels were on the floor and her makeup and hair were a mess. She went into a nearby bathroom and washed up. On the counter by the sink were some shorts and a T-shirt. Amy slipped them on and walked down a small flight of stairs. The house was very nice looking but where was she?

As she passed through a living room she saw Rouge still passed out on a couch, snoring loudly and drooling. (Don't tell me girls don't do that because they do! I KNOW THEY DO!) Amy continued until she found the source of the music. She stepped out onto the front porch where Taz sat with an acoustic guitar.

(Song: Feeling Alright by Rebelution)
(Check them out if you like Reggae. Or weed. Or both. Or if you just want to get the rhythm of what Taz is singing)
"It's about that time for us, to look around, and meet somebody new. Let's all welcome in, familiar faces, perhaps somebody who, has a conflict in their lives. Oh, alright. Tell them you're sorry but, there's ways to change, from wrong to right. We can sit in a distant haze, and watch grey clouds, with thoughts of greatness, to help our troubles, sail real far away. Oh yeah."

It was at this point that Taz realized that Amy was there. He turned around to see her standing there. "Oh, hey Amy. I uh, didn't see you there. Did I wake you?"

"No, I just…" Amy was at a loss for words. (Was he that good? I doubt it.) "I didn't know you played."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I jam with a few buddies now and then." There was a short silence. "Hungry?"

Amy sat at the table drinking a glass of ice water as Taz made toast and eggs. Taz had given her a few aspirin to help with her headache, but it still hurt like hell. "Yeah you and your friend came here at like 2 a.m. You passed out so I brought you inside." Taz explained as he put the food on a plate for her. Amy felt embarrassed about this. (You should!)

"Sorry about the trouble Taz." She replied, nibbling on the toast.

"Not a problem. It's nice to get some company now and then. Hey, me and my buddies are gonna jam later, you're welcome to stay and listen." Taz said, turning off the stove. Amy swallowed her bite and smiled.

"Yeah? Maybe I'll do that." Taz started to walk out of the kitchen, grabbing his jacket along the way.

"I need to run a few errands so I'll be back in a bit. Make yourself at home!" He shut the door. The only noise left was that of Rouge snoring a few rooms away. Amy finished her breakfast and took a look around the house. The basement was an exercise room with some weights and a treadmill. Another room had a large TV and several game systems. One more had a sign saying "DO NOT ENTER", naturally Amy stayed away. Then the room she had been looking for: It was much larger than the other rooms, and full of musical instruments. A large drum set, 3 bass guitars, 5 electric guitars, 2 acoustic guitars (one was a 12 string), a piano, a keyboard, a violin, a viola, and a cello. (How does he afford them?)

Amy was in awe over this army of instruments. (I would be too.) She looked around for a moment, making sure not to bump into anything, before sitting at the piano. After a deep breath she went into a rousing rendition of Ode to Joy. Feeling good, she continued to play, going from Beethoven to Mozart to everything else. As she finished her last song, she sighed. And then heard clapping. Startled, she turned to the doorway where Taz stood smiling.

"Oh, I was just… Uh…" Amy fumbled with her words. Taz laughed a bit.

"Don't worry about it." Taz took a look around the room himself. Amy really began thinking. Was she attracted to Taz enough that she'd consider dating him? Would he say yes? Was he the one? But then, Taz said something that destroyed her. "You'd love Sandra." (Uh oh.) Sandra? Who was Sandra? His girlfriend? Oh no.

"Who's Sandra?" Amy asked cautiously. Taz didn't even look at her. As if it was nothing.

"My girlfriend. She plays keys too. You two would get along great." Amy's spirits were crushed but she willed herself to keep a straight face. Luckily this was pretty easy to do because as Taz strummed a guitar Rouge popped her head into the room shouting: "KEEP IT DOWN!!!" As loud as she could before stumbling away. Both of them looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

Around 3:00 Rouge left for home to recover from her ordeal. Amy and Taz hung out for a while before a knock at the door. Taz opened it, revealing a tall muscular wolf with grey fur. He had short hair that hung down on the sides of his face in bangs. He was wearing khaki tan pants and a grey hoodie. "Jake, what's up my man?" Taz said as the two fist bumped.

"Nothin' much." Jake said in a low voice. He then looked over Taz's shoulder and saw Amy. "Who's the babe?" Amy blushed and turned away.

"One of my fans. Be careful, kitty has claws." He then made a meowing sound and both of them laughed. Jake made his way upstairs and into the music room. After a few minutes another knock. Once again Taz opened the door this time revealing a light brown furred fox. "Dylan, man what's up?" Dylan grinned and the two hugged. Dylan had long dreadlocks all around his head, some reaching his waist. He had blue shorts, an orange T-shirt, and round purple sunglasses on the tip of his nose. (Think John Lennon.)

"Jake here?" Dylan asked. Taz nodded. "Sandra?"

"Not yet but we can jam without her for a while." Taz replied. A thought struck Amy: Sandra was going to be here? (My prediction: Catfight.) She tried to stay calm but instinctively knew something bad would happen. Regardless, they all went to the music room where they picked up their instruments. Jake sat on the drum set, Dylan grabbed a Beatles-style violin bass, and Taz picked up an Epiphone Les Paul as well as stepping up to the mic. They all plugged in, adjusted the settings, and Amy took a seat in the back of the room.

"Alright so we're gonna start off with Santeria?" Jake asked. Taz nodded and Jake began the count. 1, 2, 1-2-3-4!

(Song: Santeria by Sublime)

(Look it up. Seriously.)

(Side note: I actually used to know Sublime)

"I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball.
Well, I had a million dollars but I
I'd spend it all,
If I could find that Heina and that Sancho that she's found,
well I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd slap her down.

What I really wanna know,
my baby, what I really want to say I can't define.
Well it's love,
that I need, oh,
but my soul will have to,
wait 'till I get back find Heina of my own.
Daddy's gonna love one and all.

I feel the break,
feel the break,
feel the break and I got live it out,
oh, yea huh, well I swear that I.
What I really wanna know, my baby,
what I really want to say I can't define.
Got love! make it go,
my soul will have to...

ohhh What I really wanna say,
my baby,
What I really wanna say is I've got mine.
And I'll make it, Yes, I'm comin' up.

Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide.
Daddy's got a new .45.
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat.
Believe me when I say that I got somethin' for his punk ass.
What I really wanna know, my baby,
oh what I really wanna say is there's just one,
way back,
and I'll make it, yea,
but my soul will have to wait.
Yea, yea, yea"

Amy clapped as they finished. And then in walked: Her. The girl of Taz's dreams and Amy's worst nightmare: Sandra Hills. She walked in a way that she swung her hips back and forth. Her blond fur glimmered in the light, her violet tank top and blue skinny jeans worked together perfectly. (If I said I was turned on would you be disgusted, creeped out, or both?) Her makeup painstakingly done around her big blue eyes made her ever the more beautiful. Sandra was very attractive, Amy wouldn't deny that. In fact, she was a little jealous.

As Sandra strutted into the room, she spied Amy. "Jake?" She asked.

"Not mine." He replied.

"Dylan?" Dylan shook his head. Finally her eyes drifted over to Taz. She gave him a funny look. "Really?"

"She's just a friend. I met her the other day after a show." Sandra rolled her eyes.

"You say that now, but when you're hittin' that next week you won't say the same." All the guys laughed and Amy simply blushed and turned away. Sandra smacked her on the back. "Ah lighten up hun I'm just joking." She turned on her keyboard and played a few scales. At last the band was complete. They played a cover of Lazlo Bane's Superman before taking a short break.

Amy was sitting on a chair in the back of the room watching Taz and Sandra talk and thinking about things. Dylan sat next to her with a glass of water. He sighed and took off his sunglasses. Dylan brushed his dreadlocks out of his face and looked at Amy in a kind of sad way. He held out his hand and they shook. "Dylan. We haven't really met I guess." He took a sip of water. "I see how you talk to Taz I see how you look at him."

Uh oh. Amy thought. Thoughts were racing through her mind. He's one of Taz's best friends. Does he approve? What does he think of it? Is he mad?

"Now I'm not saying you're a bad person. I'm not saying you're not a very beautiful girl. But he and Sandra have been dating for 3 years. Taz is waiting to propose to her. 2 years tops he says." As if her dreams weren't crushed as it was. "I've known Taz since high school." He laughed lightly. "I've known him since he was Timothy Azzon: Honors Student. The guy puts his heart and soul into everything he does including Sandra. Sorry if I'm kinda bursting your bubble here but that's the way it goes." He took another drink of water and walked away. He picked up his bass and practiced a few riffs. Amy sighed and leaned back, feeling defeated.

Amy tried to get over it. What was I thinking anyways? You know it's still cool to have him as a friend. He's a great guy and Sandra's cool too. It's not that bad. But she couldn't help the way she felt. It was god awful thinking about it. But that was the way it went.

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