DISCLAIMER:

This is the first chapter of my third story, for this one I create a complete AU, there was no Total Drama of any kind, or at least the characters didn't take part in it.

In this AU, the characters are students or graduates from different high schools, and almost everyone had some kind of musical ability. I try to keep the personalities of the characters, but the stories, relationships, and backgrounds may change, I hope you enjoy it.

Total Drama belongs to Fresh TV and his creators, and associates companies. I don't own anything from the properties used in this fic.

Brothers reunion.

"I can't believe you are saying this now, Harold," shouts Trent raising his arms.

"Listen, Trent, the problem is not the song per see. The real problem is that there is no place for my mad beatboxing skills in this song, man you can do better than this, Gosh!" Harold reply pointing the finger at him, frustrated.

"I put your part in the 1st and 3rd verse and the chorus, but there is no way to put beatboxing in the transitions," explains Trent glaring at the thin man, he then takes a plastic bottle from the table. It was a scorching day outside, that didn't help the attitude of the fellow bandmates.

"Come on, guys, calm down a little, I am sure we can reach an agreement," Cody said, trying to hide the apprehension on his chest.

They were in their 'studio' the house they rent as their private place to practice and compose, here is where the Drama Brothers began to take by surprise the music scene in Toronto, being the more popular high school band for the last two years. Still, these past weeks, there were more and more problems in every practice.

"Stay out of this Cody, these days, they are always fighting," said Justin, looking at them over his sunglasses, not caring about the fight, "they will eventually get tired."

"Of course, none of you are passionate enough to have the interest in improving this band, Idiots!" said Harold, scowling, "especially you, Justin."

The eye candy shrug, trying not to get more involved in the fight.

"We will not improve with more beatboxing. We need to increase our horizons, not limit us to beatboxing," Trent said, looking at Harold, then drinking from his bottle.

"There is were our opinions dissent, my dear friend, beatboxing is what we need to increase our horizons, not with traditional musical instruments, we are our instruments, we should use our voices," Harold looks fiercely at Trent from behind his thick glasses.

"No, a band is about the harmony of voice and instruments, that's what made the Drama Brothers, Harold. Tell me, what do you want?" Trent asked, losing his patience.

"Guys, all of us are tired, let's talk about this tomorrow, ok? So nobody says something we could regret later," Cody walk between Trent and Harold, trying to defuse the situation.

"No, Cody, let's talk about this once and for all, tell me, Harold, what do you want? You have been dying to say it all day," asked Trent frowning.

"My only desire is to improve this band, we are already at our limit, if we're going to grow we need to change how we understand music," said Harold in a louder voice.

"And again you are suggesting to become a cappella group," said Trent, his voice sound tired, "How many times we should discuss this?

"Hehe, it looks like that 'Yoko Ono' you are dating is giving you ideas again, H-Bomb," said Justin, taking off his glasses and glaring at Harold.

"Never dare to disrespect my goddess again, Justin, and yes, she is a genius. She is aware that we are hitting a wall in our career and also …" Harold said the last part in a lower, almost inaudible voice.

"Repeat that Harold," shout Trent, looking daggers at him, hearing what H-Bomb whispered.

"I said that also your songs are not good anymore, Trent, all the songs you have composed in the last four months are garbage, they have no soul. Did you want to hear it? There is it, GOSH," said Harold, his muscles tense and the veins in his neck pulsing.

Trent looks with sadness at Harold, but before he could say anything, Cody interrupted them.

"Let's stop here, Harold, what you say is unfair, Trent put all his heart on these songs, and Justin leave Harold's girlfriend out of this," said Cody, "we are friends that love to make music together, why are we fighting like we hate each other?" he was between Trent and Harold, glaring at Justin.

"Cody stop this, you say it, we were friends that loved to make music together, but is clear that's not the case anymore," said Harold, adjusting his glasses.

"No, Harold, you don't mean-" said Cody with wide eyes.

"Let's break up," said Trent with a sad smile on his face.

"Nooooooo! Come on, guys, you are not serious," said Cody looking first at Trent and then at Harold.

"It's been a while since the last time we agree on anything, but Trent is right. The Drama Brothers are no more," said Harold going out of the room.

"Nooo!, Harold wait," said Cody running to the door.

"Sorry, Cody, he is right, is for the best that every one of us looks for themselves from now on, good luck you two," said Trent as he goes out, his voice unemotional.

"Justin, we have to do something," Cody tells the eye candy, his voice full of anguish, his group, their group, was broking down in front of them.

"Sorry Codmeister, but if it's what they want, I can't say anything, after all, I can't sing or play any instrument, it was fun while it lasted," said Justin, patting Cody shoulder before also going out.

"But I want to continue making music," said Cody, his eyes filling with tears.

"Cody, bip bip beep bip, bip bip beep bip" said Justin.

"What?" exclaimed Cody shocked,

"bip bip beep bip, bip bip beep bip"

bip bip beep bip, bip bip beep bip.

Cody turns off the alarm, it was already 8:00 am, and again he had the same nightmare, its been already three months since the Drama Brothers break up, and he still can't believe it.

The Drama Brothers, it was the name of his band, it was only a garage high school band he formed with his childhood friend Trent, his neighbor Justin, and his friend from middle school and fellow geek Harold.

The band was only for fun, but after a few weeks, they began to win notoriety as one of the best high school bands, in their first year they even participate in some competitions and won, after 20 months some say they could go pro.

But then all ended, Harold began to date a beautiful girl that Justin called Yoko Ono, and it was undoubtedly a proper nickname because she breaks them apart. Now the summer was coming, he graduated from high school, and on his last summer, he cannot play on his band.

Cody stood up, wash his face, and look at his reflection in the mirror, he smiles at the handsome, brown-haired boy with teal eyes and a sexy gap on his teeth (ok maybe is not sexy, but sometimes you need to pamper yourself.)

After the mirror ritual Cody changes his pajamas, he put a yellow shirt with a collar and a red and blue strip, jeans and black and white sneakers, groom his hair with a line in the middle. He winked at his image in the mirror before putting cologne and going out of his room.

It was now breakfast time, like every Saturday, his parents were not at home, so the maid Olivia is his only company while he eats. His family was not millionaire, but his father was dean in the University of Toronto and his mother, a famous psychologist, so they earn enough to give Cody have a high-class lifestyle.

He takes his phone and sends a message to Trent again.

"Trent, stop ignoring my messages, that's not cool man, let's meet today at 17:00 pm at Grind Me in the mall, what do you say?" write Cody and send him a message.

"Mr. Anderson, there is a letter for you on the mail," said Olivia, giving Cody a silver envelope, it had a seal with the initials WB.

Just then, he receives a message on his mobile. It was from Trent.

"Sorry, buddy, I didn't mean to ignore you, let's meet at five," wrote Trent in the message.

Cody was happy, he would try again to persuade Trent in reform the Drama Brothers, he and Trent met each other on the daycare when both were four and had been friends since then. And Trent LOVES music, so if he pushes enough, maybe he would agree.

Cody then read the letter and felt a flame burn in his chest, forget the maybe. He WILL convince Trent to reform the band today. It's destiny.

Cody goes out to the mall a pair of hours earlier to take the bus, when a blue VW kombi walk 2012 park at his side, the van had some dents and an image of people surfing on the beach painted at its sides.

"Hey, Cody, where are you going?" greet the blond girl who was driving the van.

"Yo Bridgette, I was going to the mall," said Cody, smiling.

"Come in, I will give you a ride," said Bridgett, also smiling.

"No problem, I don't want you to go out of your way for me," he replies nervously.

"Not a problem, I am going to see Geoff and the mall is on the way, come on don't be shy," she opens the door.

Cody lowered his head and resigned get into the van.

Bridgette was a friend of Cody from high school, well, in fact, was the girlfriend of a friend, but she was the kindest person he ever met, a great surfer, but also she was a little clumsy on earth, this was extensible to driving.

"And tell me, how are the Drama Brothers doing these days?" Said Bridgette smiling and speeding up.

"Bridgette, we disbanded in April," said Cody, upset.

"What? Did you disband? Why? You were so close to going famous, I even heard you on the radio," said Bridgette, invading the other line and forcing a car skidding out of the street.

Cody blanched as he sees the car out of the way, but try to keep the conversation, "we had creative differences, so we decide to try each one our way."

Bridgette goes over the sidewalk and hit a trash can, "who put a trash can in the middle of the street? It's dangerous," the blond girl shouted, then continue with the conversation, "anyway, it's a shame. Geoff, Brody, and I formed a band and wanted to compete against you," said the surfer pouting.

"Well, I'm trying to persuade Trent to form a- BRIDGETTE RED LIGHT!" screams, Cody.

Bridgette runs the red light, the sound of tires squealing at her side.

"Again? why did they put that traffic light on my blind spot," said Bridgette, angry, "so you're reforming the band?"

"Not exactly, I haven't talked with Harold since May, and Justin can't perform, so is only Trent and me right now," said Cody, he was not lying he was close to persuading Trent.

"Hey, that's cool, I hope you can compete against us on the stage, beware of our band 'Malibu'," said Bridgette before stoping the car, "Geoff wanted to call it 'Dudes and the Dudette,' but it was terrible. Well, we are here."

"Thanks, Bridgette," said Cody going out of the van as fast as he could.

"No problem, any time you need, we live close by so if you need wheels, just call me," said Bridgette winking.

"Thanks, fair lady, see ya around," said Cody making finger gun at the surfer.

Bridgette chuckle before speeding up, almost hitting another car as she went away.

"I don't think I have enough lives to drive with her more often, I need to get my permit soon," said Cody, glad to still be alive, as he goes into the mall.

Cody was waiting for Trent in Grind Me, a popular coffee shop in Toronto, drinking a vanilla milkshake, he was not the coffee type preferring sweet drinks. He didn't wait much, Trent arrives 5 minutes after him and buys an Espresso, his usual drink, joining him at his table.

Trent looks as always, short disheveled black hair, green eyes, and his mysterious and contagious smile. He wears a green T-shirt, a brown leather jacket, blue jeans and an old pair of black converse.

"Hello man, it's been a while," said Trent smiling.

"Hello, I'm glad you could come, man, How are you?" said Cody.

"You know, just graduate, and I'm still deciding what to do with the rest of my life," said Trent sipping from his cup.

"I was sure you would be going to be a professional musician," said Cody, disconcerted.

The green-eyed guy shakes his head, "I don't know, out there are thousands of people trying to go pro, and I'm not sure I have the talent to do it," said Trent looking at his reflection in his coffee.

Cody jaw dropped, "What did you say? Trent, did you hit your head or something? You are one of the best guitarists I ever know, you have a great voice, and your songs are awesome, how can you say that?"

"Thanks, man, you always know what to say to cheer me up," said Trent sipping his coffee, now smiling again.

"That's why we should make a band again!" said Cody making finger pistols at the cool guy.

Trent almost spits his coffee. "That again, Cody? I told you just a hundred times I don't want to form another band, at least not right now."

"I know, but listen to me, I already learn how to play the bass besides the keyboard, so if you sing and play the guitar, we almost had a full band. Think about it. We could reform the Drama Brothers," Cody's eyes sparkle as he speaks.

"Sorry, man, but my answer is still no," he said, looking with sad eyes at the geek.

"And what if I show you this," says Cody, taking out the silver envelope.

"Oh! You also receive one of those?" said Trent surprised, "Yes is tempting, but sorry, my decision still stands."

"But why? You more than anyone love to compose and make music, Why are you so adamant in not forming a new band?" asked Cody, frustrated.

"Because I have been thinking about it, and maybe Harold was right, I don't have the same passion that I used to have to compose and play music, I simply can't find the inspiration to do my best, is frustrating," Trent put his arms on the table resting his head on them.

"But there must be something we can do to help you out of this, ehm, music block?" said Cody putting a hand on his shoulders.

"I don't know, man, it's been months-"

"Sheesh! Did you hear that?" tells Cody to interrupt Trent.

Both keep silent and hear a sweet and melodic voice coming from the mall, it was not from the mall's speakers, or from a radio, it was a live performance a capella.

"That voice," Trent stand up as if charmed and began to run into the direction of the voice, with Cody running close behind him.

They found a girl singing in the center of the mall, there was a crowd formed around her.

She was of about their age, her skin white as snow, lips red as blood, her hair black as ebony in an updo hairstyle tied with a pink ribbon, and black eyes. She was wearing all in pink, blouse, skirt, shoes, long gloves, and even her lipstick was pink.

But what was fascinating was her voice, she sings beautifully, it was a song about rowing in a river with crocodiles, but it didn't matter, Cody and Trent keep there listening, charmed.

Her voice was like a professional singer, but what touched them was the feelings, you could sense her love and joy for the music in every word, only a few people they have heard had such a beautiful tone.

"She is beautiful," said Cody with a big smile, then he felt the hand of Trent in his shoulder.

"Cody, we found it, or rather we found her, this is what I was searching all these months, her voice is perfect, is what my compositions were lacking, with that voice I can make music again," Trent was smiling excitedly, his emotion passing on Cody.

"Man, That's mean-"

"Yes, Cody, with her, we can do it. Let's form a band," said Trent showing his trademark smile.

Author notes:

Cody, at last, convinces Trent to reform the band, will it be as easy as they hope? Will the mysterious singer join them?

This chapter had some experimental elements, I tried to make my descriptions shorter, so if you have some comments, please tell me. I hope you enjoy it.

As always, thanks for reading and I hope you like it.