AAAAHHHHH!I'm so sorry for not updating everyone! I had school things that needed to be taken care of.

James: :P

What do you want James?

James: You wrote one.

Shut it.

James: But you wrote a K-

I said shut it pretty boy!

Logan: Hikari doesn't own us!

Now On to the Fic!

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Apparently, when it rains in Los Angeles, it pours, Logan thinks as he and Hawk run to the music producers limo. Or was it a car? ...Nah...Well...wait.

You know what, it was just a really long car. Problem solved.

"So tell me about this band of yours." Logan said, taking his jacket off and putting it in his backpack, which apparently appeared from thin air because I don't remember him having one in the first place.

"Well." Hawk began. "The band is called Toy Soldiers. They have two guitarist, a drummer, and a piano player. One of our guitar players just happens to be the lead singer and she thought the band would feel more complete if we added another singer. Now I understand that you have quite a musical background Logan. Care to tell me about that?" Hawk asked, hoping the former boyband member was warming up to him.

"Sure. Well, I play guitar, piano, drums, violin, flute, and just a tad bit of the cello. I used to play the triangle, but that thing isn't really an instrument in my opinion." the boy said, trying to hold in his laughter at the shocked expression that his new music producer was wearing.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

Logan laughed at the question.

"I can't play the bass...or make toast. But other than that, I'm pretty good at a lot of things. I took dance for ten years, figure skating for three years, gymnastics for thirteen years, and I forgot about everything else." Hawk just stared at Logan, too shocked to say anything. But could you really blame him? Logan had a pretty kickass athletic background.

"That's pretty impressive Logan. But if you're only fifteen, how did you take gymanstics for thirteen years?" Logan shrugged and told the producer that he started out when he was two since his parents thought it would make him some friends.

"Well then, I'm very glad you decided on joining Toy Soldiers. I know you're going to be the one that help us put this band on the top so thank you." Hawk said to the now blushing genius.

"It's no problem. I didn't really feel like moving back to Minnesota anyways. Thanks for letting me be in the band." The silence that followed that sentence was hilarious. The only thing you could hear was the patter of rain splashing against the windows, and the rapid beating of Logan's heart.

After ten minutes of quiet, the limo finally pulled up to Hawk Records, making Logan wonder how the band would act towards him. What if they were complete assholes?

"Well let me show you around." Hawk said, exiting the limo with his new singer. It took quite some time, but after thirty minutes of walking around the studio, Logan was finally ready to see Toy Soldiers.

But what Logan wasn't ready to see, was the very two people that had convinced him that going to L.A. would be "awesome."

"D-Dak? Jett?"

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Bwahahaha. It's a short chapter heheh.

Anyways. I'll be updating on Thanksgiving with my very first Jarlos and Kames! Neither of which are even Thanksgiving related! Woo! Then I'll have two Logan angst stories and guess what! I'm Updating SHATTERED SILENCE! The oneshots are an undecided paring. Probably Kogan or Cargan. Not to sure yet. But I'm UPDATING!

James: No one should give you sugar at this hour.

Shut up.

James: You still wrote a Kames and a Jarlos.

I'm gunna lock you in the closet! *chases James aound the house*

Until Then My Little Lights!

Love! Peace! Slash!

Hikari!