"Wake up, un!"
I blink into the darkness of my room, glaring at the loud whisper forcing me out of my beautiful dreams. The sun isn't shining through the little window I have, so why is he waking me up?
I stretch my back upwards, popping all my muscles into the right spots before sitting up and glaring at the silhouette of the bomber, "What do you want?"
"The guys are going to a bar for drinks. Get ready, in."
Get ready..?
Confusion turned into excitement as I realize they're going to sneak me out of the base, so I can have some fun. What kind of bar are we going to..?
It doesn't matter! I run around my room as quietly as I can, throwing on a long slimming black skirt and a light blue ruffle v-neck shirt, brushing the knots in my long hair.
"Okay I'm ready, let's go..!"

It was as amazing as I'd thought it would be. Hidan, Deidara, Kisame, Itachi, and Kakuzu were crowded around me drinking shot after shot, laughing at jokes one would tell. Except Kakuzu. He just sat quietly commenting on how obnoxious the louder ones were acting to Itachi. I sat in the middle, sipping out of some drink Hidan shoved into my hand. The room started to get fuzzy a while ago, but now I could hardly stay upright. Whatever was in that drink was stronger than the rest of the drinks I'd had that night, because I am NOT a light weight drinker.
"Ahehehe Dei. Dei! You have something in your hair," reaching across Kisame I brush the unknown object out of his hair, bursting out into a giggling fit at how wide his eyes get when I touch him, "Calm down, sissy boy! I didn't hurt your precious locks~"
Leaning against the rather large man beside me I start giggling again, rubbing my cheek into his arm, grinning at the uncomfortable grunt I hear, "Kisameeee~ You have gills, so that means you can breathe underwater right? It never specified in the man-"
"HEY SHITHOLES! I fucking dare one of you pansy asses to go sing on the fuckin stage," interrupted by Hidan's foul language I let out a relieved sigh. That little tidbit of information was on need-to-know basis and Pein didn't want them to know. Pouting inwardly at my lack of self-control I pick up where the conversation left off.
"No fucking way, un. You do it."
"Oh come on Deidara, I bet you've got some GREAT lungs," Kisame grins wickedly at the red faced blonde raising his glass in a roasting manner.
"Why don't you do it then, un?"
That's right... This is a karaoke bar, that's why I felt so at ease. It's the first time I've heard music since I got here. Back in high school I was really into musical theatre, my chorus teacher always said, 'You're going places, Taylor.'
'You're voice is more powerful than theirs, you've got to control it.'
'Let the emotion drive you.'
Singing is one of the few talents I actually have, and so in my muddled state of mind I slam my empty glass down and stand up.
"I'm not into the si-whoa... Where are you going, Taylor?"
"I-I'm going to sing, since the rest of you are pansies!"
"Ha! Bitch you can't even stand up straight, how the fuck are you gonna sing?"
"Fucking watch me, Jashin bastard," shuffling around the boys I wobble forward, hearing Hidan catcall from the booth. I'll show that obnoxious piece of shit. I see a man standing off to the side with a clip board and make my way over to him, a shy smile set on my face.
"U-umm... Is this where I sign up to sing?"
I see him turn his nose up at me, his beady eyes sizing me up. I almost growl at the sneer that appears on his fat face, "You sure you wanna go up there?"
I could see it in his eyes. Once again, my unattractive body gets me underestimated. It's not like I'm hideously disfigured, so why do people view me as if I am?
"Yes actually. You see, my friends, those lovely gentlemen over there," pointing back to the table with my teammates I slip a sickly sweet smile onto my lips, "want me to sing them a song. So you don't mind, I'm going to take this mic."
Inwardly squealing with delight at how pale he gets the moment he sees who I'm with I jerk the mic out of his pocket and give him a mocking bow. I hear Kisame holler something to me, but I'm not paying attention to him, getting myself into character before entering the stage. This is what I'm good at.
~third person~
It takes the blonde girl several minutes to get to the stage. The group of men she accompanied here all watch her go, making sure no one approaches her or that she doesn't hurt herself. Speaking for the first time tonight, Itachi shifts his gaze to the man standing off to the side of the stage, "He's going to give her problems."
"Don't underestimate that girl. She seems rather resourceful," Kakuzu raises his glass, sipping it generously as he watches their newest member begin speaking to the fat man in charge of the karaoke. If what he's been seeing is true, then the only girls he's been letting up have had to bribe him. The way his nose turns up at her sloppy request makes it obvious. Her body type is not to his personal liking. Deidara growls darkly, watching with a seething eye as he turns her away, "That man is disgusting, un. I think I'm going to-"
He doesn't get to finish his sentence because Taylor raises her arm and points straight at them, a smile on her face that screams promises of death. The manager shifts his gaze over to them and Hidan flips him off, laughing his head off.
"The fucking bitch used us as bargaining chips!"
"Hn," it seems her resourcefulness even amused the stoic Uchiha.
Kisame chuckles, raising his voice above the crowd, "Go get em, tiger!"
It takes several more minutes before the girl makes it onto the stage, her expression completely blank as she shuffles to the front of the stage. Her hair is parted on either shoulder and her eyes sharpen. Not once meeting their gaze, she lowers her head, bending forward just a bit before opening her mouth widely.

What came next sent was so unexpected that Hidan spit his drink all over the floor. The open sound started pouring out of Taylor's mouth it was hypnotizing. The song is unfamiliar to this world, but she knew the words well. She had to perform it for a theater class once.

"Hoooooo whoooooaaaaaa…. EHHHHHH EYEHH YEAHHHHH… WHOOOOOAAAOOOAAA OOOOHHHHHH YEAAHH YEAH YEAHH! I need a… tough lover, yeah eyeah! I need a... a tough lover, WOOOOHOOOO! I need a… a tough lover, yeah eyeah. A tough lover. Yeeeeahh yeeeah, and when he kisses me… I get that THRILL when he do the wiggle I won't keep still… I want a tough lover," just as her voice broke through the stunned crowd Taylor begins stepping down the stage, taking moments to shake her body as the song progresses. Not paying any mind to the men sitting at the back corner staring with jaws open, she gives everyone the show of a life time. This is what she's good at and there is no sense in giving a half-ass performance, her teachers would skin her rear if she didn't perform to the best of her ability. Burlesque has always been a favorite movie of hers and back in high school she got the chance to perform 'Tough Lover' for her final. Her voice itself isn't identical to the goddess herself, but Taylor has strong vocals, the grit behind her voice having a much higher tone. Grinning as the end of the song gets close, she approaches her table of criminals, slowing the song down considerably. The alcohol making the girl brave, she swings her hips around Hidan, grinning devilishly as her mouth widens to hit the high notes. Twirling around Taylor snatches the straw hat off of Itachi's head and swings it down, ending her note leaning against the table.

"A tough lover. Uh huh!"

~Back to Tay~

I heave a deep breath in, feeling quite pleased with myself and all of the applause going around the room. Getting off of the table I take a step forward and bow, my equilibrium still off considerably from the liquor, "Thank you! Thank you!"

"What the FUCK was that?!"

"I knew you had a big mouth, but DAMN! That was insane, un!"

I giggle stupidly at the compliments. I've never been good at taking praise, it's a flaw my chorus instructor insisted I fix. Rubbing the back of my head nervously I shrug my shoulders and look the other way, a dark red shading my face, "I-it wasn't THAT good. I was a singer back in my home. I did it for fun, just a hobby I happened to be decent at…"

"Don't be so modest, Taylor. That was incredible. I have never heard a voice so strong," Itachi holds his hand out for the hat I snatched in my temporary high, not even blinking at the compliment I receive. Apparently I'm not the only one surprised by his words, considering Kisame is giving him a look of disbelief. The only one not phased in the slightest is Kakuzu, but he has a calculating look in his eyes that makes me nervous to think about. What could he be adding up in his head at a time like this?

"Tell me, Taylor. Have you ever considered singing for profit?"

I should have known.

"No… that would defeat the purpose of a hobby," whatever Hidan gave me is making me bold. I feel my gaze shift to his without flinching. I know in the back of my mind I won't win this fight with my life. Kakuzu takes his money more serious than his own life. So, after a long stare down I consent, wobbling in front of Deidara and Hidan in order to get back in my spot next to Kisame, "But I will. If you think it'll be good for the team."

"You will make the organization a fortune."

"Yeah, yeah…"

Running around the room belching one of my favorite songs is exhausting. Especially if your mind is already fuddled by alcohol. I feel my eyes start to droop and a yawn escapes my mouth.

"Can someone take me home? I'm sleepy," I bury my face into Kisame's arm to emphasize exactly how tired I am. I don't pay attention to a few voices start groaning, I could see a new adventure waiting just over my conscious and who am I to keep it waiting?

Kakuzu can wait until tomorrow to start making profit.

Double update! This isn't a full chapter. Like I said before, this story was originally for fun, but I thought I could work with this. Now Taylor isn't completely useless to the Akatsuki. She will make ALL THE MONEY! MUWAHAHAHAHAHA! No but seriously. Her voice isn't like Christina's. The only resemblance is how strong she can sing. Her voice is higher than Christina's and she has a reverberating grit behind it.