A/N: Well, here's the infamous chapter four, a chapter 4, a chapter none of you have read yet... heh heh, the suspense is killing you, isn't it? X3 Well then? What're you waiting for? Go read already!

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"Ah, ahhh," she sucked in a deep breath. "Brain freeze."

Sakura Haruno was currently walking slowly down a cracked sidewalk downtown having just purchased a slurpee. Which she noted, was rapidly turning to watery yellow kool-aid in the blazing afternoon sun.

She had dropped off the few belongings she obtained from her office at her apartment already save for her small red purse, and decided to purchase some comfort food. And did she feel comforted? No not really. But the brain freeze certainly helped numb her mind and distract her from the fact that she was now jobless, friendless, boyfriendless, and basically just less altogether for that matter.

Not to mention it was extremely hard finding a decent well paying job in this city that didn't involve scrubbing toilets or cleaning floors. So, bitterly she remembered she would end up losing her apartment if she didn't start collecting some nice shiny coins.

She may even be forced to move back in with her parents. That simply, was not an option for a young, independent, albeit a not quite currently successful woman like herself.

She sighed in disgust realizing she had just remembered everything in her life she was currently trying to forget. At least the banana slurpee was good, although her caramel chocolate bar was now a melted mass of brown mush in her purse. She opened it anyways and dipped her finger in the smooth chocolate.

Closing her eyes, she smiled in delight. Still good too. The insistent aching of her heart faded to a dull thump, and she did indeed feel the makings of being comforted coming on. Chocolate really was the best comfort food.

She kept her eyes closed, better to enjoy the sweet sugary goodness, before a sudden sharp pain suddenly exploded in her abdomen. She choked on the smooth chocolate currently sliding down her throat and felt her self coughing and gasping for air as her back landed flat on the rocky pavement beneath her with an audible thump, winding her completely.

She had just managed to get out a hoarse 'ow' before a high pitched child's voice screamed an apology. Her eyes snapped open to witness three boys on skateboards rolling away fast down the street.

"I suppose that'll teach me not to stand around like a zombie in the middle of the sidewalk," she grunted.

Despite the pounding in her abdomen, she was still in a relatively good mood and was desperately trying to keep it that way. So when she stood up on shaky legs and glanced down at her current disheveled state, she was hard pressed not to scream, swear, and basically go crazy on everyone's staring ass.

Her yellow Slurpee, or what was left of it, was now soaked nicely in the crotch area of her skirt. In addition to that small catastrophe as if she hadn't suffered enough, her ooey, gooey, smooth caramel chocolate bar mostly liquid save for a few small chunks, was now smeared all over the front of her pale pink blouse. So basically, the conclusion that everyone would be drawing from her appearance would be that she had involuntarily pissed herself while throwing up the remains of the chocolate bar she had been recently seen snacking on. That chocolate bar which was now ironically, or perhaps just unluckily, now staining her favourite blouse.

"Great. Wow. Faaantastic! I suppose I was getting just a little too happy there for you wasn't I! Had to knock me down a peg right!?" the near hysterical pink haired woman shouted to no one in particular.

Sighing at everything, she tossed her Slurpee cup and chocolate bar wrapper in the trash before heading into the closest door she could find along that busy street in desperate search of a washroom, not caring anymore that people were looking at her as if she were some twenty year old going through her mid life crisis.

Twenty minutes later, she walked out of the washroom feeling slightly better. The stain on her skirt was barely noticeable, and she was able to erase most of the evidence that a melted chocolate bar had ever been smeared onto the front of her blouse.

Sakura was just preparing to leave the building when the faint sounds of singing floated into her ears. Not very good singing though she realized.

She stood undecided by the exit door before curiosity won out over her desire to get back to her apartment and change. She turned quickly on her heels and followed the sounds of music.

As she turned left and mounted some stairs, another female began crooning a love song. After listening to a few notes, Sakura concluded this one wasn't bad although she definitely wasn't much better than the first. Her voice was slightly off pitch and a little too monotone. No variation.

"Music tryouts perhaps? That would make sense," Sakura mumbled as she mounted yet another flight of stairs. The music was becoming louder and she could now make out the individual words being sung.

She stilled. She recognized these lyrics. These were songs from the band Forever of the Resentful! She gasped in sudden realization. Ino had mentioned that the lead singer Itachi Uchiha had broken off from the band. Meaning, of course, that F.o.R needed a new lead singer! And they were holding tryouts right now!

Sakura stood outside the door she assumed would lead to the stage where they were holding auditions. Her palms were clammy and her heart was pounding loudly in her chest. She could sing. At least, that's what everyone would always say when they heard her do karaoke.

"Please God let them have been telling the truth and not just saying I was good to be polite!"

She needed money, they needed a new lead singer. It would solve two problems at once.

And besides, it would be nice for her to do something crazy and spontaneous once in her lifetime instead of always being the straight laced braniac. And here was the perfect opportunity just knocking on her door.

Wiping her sweaty hands on the sides of her skirt, she pushed her hair behind her ears and drew in a deep shuddering breath before opening the door she hoped would lead to good fortune.

A/N: There, feel better? No? Well the next chapter should be put up soon enough!