The next day Maka woke up... in the living room? She looked around to see her friends and boyfriend sprawled out around the apartment. That's when she saw all the 'concert beer' cans all over the floor. She felt a sharp pain in her and felt the need to throw up. She groaned and laid back down.

'Damn hangover...' She thought.

~Later~

Maka's POV

Soul was laying on the couch trying to conquer his hangover while I made us some lunch. Then I heard a knock on the door.

"Soul, I know you don't feel good,but can you please get that?" I asked politely.

"Sure thing, Angel." He winked at me. I blushed.

"Can I help you?" I heard Soul ask behind me.

"Yes, we're looking for Maka Albarn?" I heard a man behind me. I turned around to see that man who pulled me on stage last night. What's he doing here? What does he want? I looked to see the band from last night. I KNOW THEM! I met them in college at the library.

John: He was tall, a little taller than Soul's height, he was tan, and he had spiky black hair with red streaks, and electric blue eyes. He was an amazing guitarist!

Will: He was shorter than John, probably around the 6'0 foot area, he was pale, he had short strawberry blonde hair, and bright brown eyes. He played the bass.

Terry:He was in between John and Will's height, he was very tan, he had dark brown dreadlocks, and brown eyes. He also played the guitar.

Rocky: He was the shortest of the band, a little tubby, but not much. He was tan and had a slight rosy hue to his face, he had dark brown hair but it was slightly shaved, he had green eyes. He was a BAD ASS drummer.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Hi, remember me? My name's James Rider. Call me Rider, anyways, we're offering you a contract t become famous rock star's." He said calmly.

What?

Soul looked at me with a shocked expression. "I-I umm... W-wow! y-you think I'm that good?!" I exclaimed. I was shocked. I always thought I was just a regular person who sang in the shower, never on stage.

"Kid, the crowd went nuts over you! We had every security guard blocking the dressing room!" He said.

"Here's my card, you've got talent Kid, call me when you've decided." He said and with that he left.

Wow. I'm rock star material? Me? Maka Albarn? DWMA's and DWMC's top straight A scythe meister, a ROCK STAR?! I must be dreaming. I'm a plain bookworm. I could hardly play the piano, the guitar was easy to master... "Maka?" I turned to look at Soul. His expression was full of happiness.

"What?" I asked still a dazed.

"Are you gonna do it?" He asked.

"I... dunno. This is such a big opportunity! Its amazing!" I exclaimed.

He smiled cutely. "Hn, I'm proud of you." He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I smiled back. "Thanks Soul." I replied.

I sat in my room. Should I do it? I mean being FAMOUS sounds so glamorous. But what if its not all its cracked up to be? Then again... Last night was amazing! Singing those songs went straight to my heart! The lyrics... were me! I felt alive, like I never been before! People were screaming for ME. I was in control, I was up there singing my passion, I felt whole... and myself.

I ran down stairs. All my friends were sitting around the living room, they turned to look at me.

"I'M GONNA DO IT!"