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Author's Note: Don't ask me why, but I thought this up while I
was at an extremely boring concert. Btw this is written
really lazily - sorry. ^_^;; There's two Author Cameos! ^_~
Ash struggled to adjust his cap while Misty's face was swallowed
with a look of displease.
"Ugh, why don't you just get rid of that thing?" She
snapped, making an attempt to reach her hand out in aid.
Ash dismissed her help with a frustrated wave of his hand.
"No, I like my hat - I'm fine the way I am."
Misty sighed and looked around her. "I really don't think
we're going to fit in here" She told him, becoming
concerned with her appearance. She already knew Ash was a
disaster.
Ash smiled despite her thinking. "Nah, we'll be fine. It's a
concert Misty, not a fashion show!" He laughed along
reassuringly as Misty grumbled in disagreement.
They had been queuing patiently outside Viridian City Arena for
what seemed like a short time, but they could already see a long
line of people behind them.
Misty scanned the people around her once more. Everybody seemed
to be swamped in BAM t-shirts and caps, BAM flags and banners;
and if they didn't have anything BAM related, they were dressed
like, well, BAM fans. BAM was a rock band. Brock's rock band.
This was one of the reasons Ash and Misty weren't dressed up, and
looked like they were desperately lost.
They had been getting looks of disgust mixed with puzzlement all
day. Misty had already threatened three people's lifes today, Ash
challenging about the same to battles. They were beginning to
regret ever agreeing to come.
Brock had left them four years ago. Misty was fifteen, Ash was
thirteen, and Brock was nineteen. They hadn't even heard he'd
become a musician until a few weeks ago, when they had visited
Pallet Town. Apparently Brock had visited Mrs. Ketchum when they
weren't there, and left them tickets for his next concert. Along
with both of them being utterly surprised, Misty had afterward
scowled because he hadn't upgraded them to VIP. Ash said he'd
definitely upgrade Brock and Misty to VIP when he became a
celebrity. Misty had laughed.
In their own silence, Ash and Misty overheard a group of girls
standing in front of them in the queue talk.
"Brock's just so gorgeous I made an even
bigger banner this time."
Another girl began to speak in a quick and excited voice.
"I-I got his autograph on my arm once, but it faded after a
while..."
Ash and Misty exchanged looks of shock, as the they group looked
closely at the girl's bare leg. "These girls are
crazy." Misty murmured.
Ash shook it off with a quick laugh. "I bet Brock's a happy
man though."
Misty quickly snapped out of her shock and growled. "This
better be good. I'm not gonna listen to girls drool over Brock
all day." She turned to Ash, but he had his attention on the
people behind them.
"He's a genius, man! Without Brock, they'd be nothing."
Ash leant forward towards them. "Brock, a genius?
He's smart enough, but you guys must have the wrong guy here"
Ash began chuckling to himself.
Ash winced and narrowed his eyes at her. "Like you wouldn't
of done the sa-"
"Ash! We're moving!" Misty jumped up in a state of pure
joy.
Ash grumbled once more, sitting up. "It's about time."
He then fitted on his hat, which Misty had cunningly removed in
his time of weakness.
The crowd ahead of them was shifting forward, even if it was at
an annoyingly slow rate. They finally reached the gate, where
they presented their tickets and were thoroughly searched - much
to Misty's rage. "What, you think I have a gun up my
top?" She snapped at the security guard.
When they finally got past that traumatic experience; they saw
everyone around them was rushing up ahead. Ash quickly turned to
Misty and nearly jumped with excitement. "Come on Misty!
Let's go, we gotta run!"
Misty looked around her. "I don't-- ARGH!" Ash had
already grabbed her hand and was tugging her along behind him.
"I can run myself!" She shouted, as she ripped her hand
from his.
Ash laughed as he sprinted as fast as he could, Misty just behind
him. They were even passing people who seemed to be complete BAM
fanatics. The concert was an open-air one, and the stage stood in
all its glory right in their path. "Look, we're gonna be
first there!" Ash shouted, running even faster. Misty fought
to keep up, until he skidded to a halt.
They walked up, with great satisfaction, to the front against the
barriers. "We've got such a great view, can you believe
this?" Misty said settling into a state of happiness. She
gaped at the massive scale of everything in her sight.
It was only a few minutes before the two was two hundred, and
they were surrounded by chattering fans. All they could manage to
see behind them were crowds and crowds of people. It suddenly
dawned on them, just how big Brock's band were. There were now
Television cameras on stage, as all the band's equipment was
being set up.
Ash and Misty were becoming bored after what seemed like an hour,
until they heard sudden shrieks and yells. "What?" Ash
said in total confusion, looking up at stage.
A unfamiliar man was walking to the left side of the stage.
"They're here! They're coming out!" They heard someone
shout from behind. Before Ash and Misty could even think another
thing, the crowd lunged forward, and a group of girls somehow
squeezed their way in front of them.
"HEY!" Misty screamed, barely hearing her own voice.
"Hey -- where's" She said to herself.
"Ash?" He had completely disappeared from sight, and
Misty could barely see ahead of her. The girls were blocking her
view, and she could just about make out a man holding a guitar -
if she jumped.
The microphone was making sounds as if being tapped on. Misty
decided that wherever Ash was, he could take care of himself. She
was eager to hear Brock singing, and if he really deserved all
this attention. She'd never really considered him to be all that
talented musically - let alone a musical genius.
"Hello Viridian!" It was Brock alright, greeting the
crowd; with thousands of cheers in reply. "Great, how 'bout
we start off with this one"
Another roar of the crowd echoed through the air as a drum beat
started - obviously familiar to everyone except Ash and Misty.
The sound of an electric guitar sounded following that, and
everyone got excited as Brock started to sing. People around her
were jumping, but Misty stood still, memorised by his voice.
She knew that Ash, wherever he was, would have his mouth as wide
open as hers in shock. Even though most of the songs consisted of
controlled shouting, you could hear the smoothness in his voice;
especially when he began singing some slower songs. Over all,
Misty was impressed. She wondered if she'd get to speak too him
the crowd around her didn't make it look too promising.
Her happy thoughts were interrupted however, by the girl in front
of her: "This is the song, let me get my banner"
A second later, she whipped out an monstrosity of a banner,
blocking the entire stage from Misty's view. She could hear
collective moans from behind her, even though the band was
striking up a new song. She took action.
"Hey, you!" She poked the girl in the back.
"What?" The girl replied, beaming at Misty with a
bright face. "Hurry up, he's gonna ask me on stage! He
always does it for this song."
"If you want to see the rest of the concert, I suggest you
that thing out of my way." Misty warned her angrily, tapping
on the banner.
The girl simply gave her a look worth the word: 'Whatever' and
turned around.
Misty's face became twisted with fury. She reached a quivering
hand out to get the girl's attention again, but this time she
forcefully pushed Misty away. "Back off!" She shouted
at Misty.
Misty fell back against the people behind her. "Ooh"
She whispered inwardly, unable to contain her state of rage any
longer, she knew what was coming herself. She stamped down so
hard on the girl's foot, that she doubled over. Then she took a
length of the girl's hair and pulled her head back. "Put the
banner down NOW!"
It was a rather quiet song that was being played, and the brawl
was noticed by people in a 10 row radius. It was only then, that
Brock had stopped singing, and took the microphone out from its
stand.
"Hey, I like the banner." He said down to the crowd.
The girl shrieking now from pain, was overcome with joy, with an
ecstatic look on her face she screamed, "I love you,
Brock!" Brock chuckled, but then a another look came to his
face.
"Hey, I think I'll get a girl up here" He said
through the microphone. A clump of hands raised up from the sea
of people, as Brock leant forward towards the barrier.
Misty was so preoccupied, she hadn't realised what was happening
until the victim of her torture ripped free. "Me! Ask
ME!" The girl screamed desperately, trying to make her hand
go noticed.
Misty looked up to see Brock's hand outstretched. "Make way
for the red-head." He said with a grin on his face. The
crowd of girls parted reluctantly, shooting looks of nothing
short of hatred at Misty.
She turned around to see the girl's look of devastation. Misty
giggled maliciously. "Ha!" She swung herself around
elegantly and grabbed hold of Brock's hand.
He pulled her up over the barrier, and Misty stood up with him on
the stage. Misty gazed, at the endless crowd of people, feeling a
little short of words. The sky was getting darker now, yet still
streaked with shades of blue. The lights coming from the stage
glimmered on everyone's faces, as they all continued cheering.
"What 'cha doing?" Misty asked taken aback, as Brock
pulled her arms around his neck and placed his own around her
waist.
"Dancing -- you're the lucky girl." Brock told her
jokingly, chuckling lightly at her expression.
Misty made a sound of disapproval, still allowing a twisted smile
onto her face. "I knew you'd get like that with all these
girls." She said, as they both began to sway to the
continuing melody. All the girls on the ground were looking up at
them dreamily.
"And look at you," She added suddenly. "You're a
mess! You'd think with all that money you'd get yourself some
decent clothes." Her eyes reached around him, from his
loosely styled hair, sticking on its end from sweat, to his
hardly correctly fitting clothes, barely hanging from his clammy
skin.
Brock's face took on a slightly guilty look, as he combed a hand
through his hair. "Sorry," He said smiling.
"Suppose I do look pretty bad compared to you."
Misty flushed at his perfectly timed complement, which calmed
her. She hadn't even considered him being simply polite. She
listened to the music for a moment, feeling so relaxed she was
almost tempted to lean further forward against him. Then she
smiled at a thought. "You're a great singer, by the
way."
"You guys enjoyed it?" He asked her. "I didn't
even think you'd come."
Misty then remembered Ash. "Oh, I lost Ash I wonder
where he is." A tint of concern was in her voice.
Brock made a muffled sort of laugh. "Don't worry, I saw him
crowd-surfing a while ago."
He then took a drastic change in the dancing routine, and taking
Misty's hand -- he twirled her out from him and back in again.
"And now for the final touch..." He added, and brushed
his lips on her check. Misty giggled at the gesture, and he held
her hand in the air and let her take a bow. "I'll see you
later, Misty." He told her, before guiding her back over the
barrier.
"See ya, Brock." Misty dropped back into the pit, which
was filled with envious girls; half wanting to brutally murder
Misty, and half wanting to become her best friend.
Despite this, she was glowing for the rest of concert. Maybe it
was because she was in undoubtedly the best position in the
entire place. Right in the front row, with Brock always taking a
moment to sing her some lyrics; or make some kind of face at her.
She couldn't help but relate with the girls all around her.
However Brock had changed, it was for the better. He had some
kind of charming quality now, she knew would have been handy
years ago. The days of dragging him away from anyone of the
opposite sex were long gone. Now it was psychopathic fangirls
being dragged away from him.
After a number of encores, Misty found herself cheering wildly as
the band did one last song. They seemed to be leaving the stage,
and after a prolonged wait, the crowd began to disperse.
She waited until the pit was empty, and a few odd clumps of
people were lingering around her. She looked around for a sign of
Ash, but saw none whatsoever. Thinking that he might have left
already, and was waiting outside, she decided to leave. She had
started to walk out from the pit when two heavily built men stood
blocking her way.
"Excuse me, are you Misty?" One of them asked her. They
were dressed like Security Guards, and Misty assumed this was
what they were.
Misty raised an eyebrow. "Yeah why?"
They parted, making a path between them. "The band would
like to see you."
Misty giggled, beginning to walk between them. "Okay."
She found it amusing that all she was doing was seeing Brock, yet
it sounded so much cooler coming from them. She wished someone
has been there to hear it.
She then thought of Ash again, right before they led her up a
small set of stairs. "Um, have you talked to a guy? A guy
called Ash?"
She looked at the dim expressions on their faces curiously.
"Hmm. The guy with the hat?"
"Yeah."
"He's in the First aid van." One answered sternly.
Misty's face was struck with shock. "W-What happened?"
They turned and continued to lead her up the stairs anyway.
"It's what happens when people get too rough."
"Rough? He is alright?" She asked them eagerly.
"They're taking care of him, he's fine." She was told,
as they opened a door for her.
She swallowed her concern, and forced a smile. "Ah,
Thanks." She murmured passing through.
This was quite pointless, she thought to herself as they passed
through empty rooms - the next one looking worse than the last.
They only emerged out onto the street at the other side, she
guessed this was the quickest to get outside.
She heard herself exhale loudly in amazement, there was a double
decker bus waiting on the road. She took a step towards it, but
jumped when she heard a horn sound behind the her.
There was a jet black limousine, parked right behind the bus.
Misty laughed as a door opened and Brock stepped out, gesturing
her to come in. After she was seated comfortably on the cushioned
seat, Brock closed the door after them.
"Nice." She grinned over at him, her eyes scanning
every aspect of the limo.
Brock shrugged. "We usually go on the bus, but they had this
one - hold on a minute." He said, and the window beside him
glided down, revealing two girls.
"Brocky -- aren't you coming in the bus with me?" One
of them asked him, leaning as close to him as possible.
The other jerked her friend out of the way. "And me too,
Brock, I was going to give you a massage..."
Brock flushed, laughing nervously. "Heh. Misty, meet Roni
and Erin."
Misty's curious expression turned into a smile. "Hi."
They stared at Misty, ready to pounce. "Who's she?" The
taller one, Roni spluttered. Erin looked like she wanted to ask
the same question.
Misty reached her hand out. "I'm Misty, like Brocky here
said." She replied sweetly.
There was a moment of silence, until Erin dived through the
window. "LEMME AT HER!" She shrieked. Roni stood
cheering her on excitedly from behind.
"Girls, girls! Erin, calm down." Brock took hold of her
flaring arms, and Erin stopped abruptly. She stood back moodily,
glaring at Misty. Both girls then decided to leave the scene.
"Gonna pay for that one later." Brock mumbled to
himself, shaking his head. The window slid up again and Misty was
backed up against the opposite door. "Sorry, about that
Misty -- we'll go now." Brock had turned forward, suddenly
addressing the chauffeur.
Misty edged slightly over again. "Ha, I love doing
that." Misty said, grinning at her own brilliance.
Brock's expression lightened at her reaction. "Yeah
um, maybe you should stop before you get yourself killed."
Misty turned to him and laughed. "Maybe you shouldn't get
such psycho friends." She replied teasingly.
Brock took a bottle from beside him, offering to pour Misty a
drink. "Erin and Roni are good girls," He told her,
pouring into Misty's crystal glass. "They were my very first
groupies."
Misty laughed again, her glass shaking in her hand as the car
jolted. "I bet you're loving this."
"I'm here for the music - okay?" He assured her, still
grinning.
Misty brought the glass to her mouth, and exhaled happily.
"How'd you get into this, anyway?" She asked him.
"I mean, I never heard ya sing before."
Brock settled his drink down on the holders provided, and
slouched in his seat. "I met the guys a few months after I
left you two. They were looking for a lead singer, so I told them
I'd try it out went on from there."
Misty crossed her legs and frowned. "So what's all this I'm
hearing about you being a 'Genius' then?"
Brock seemed even more embarrassed over this than the groupies.
"Heh, you write a few songs and that's what people start
calling you..." He said before laughing nervously.
"I did like your songs, you know." She told him
playfully.
Brock smiled at her. "Which one's your favourite then?"
"I don't know, you didn't have one about me." They both
laughed, Misty laughing a little harder. "I did hear that
one about Ash, though."
Brock clinked his glass off hers. "Let's just hope he didn't
hear it."
Misty was about to drink again, but something stopped her.
"Ash -- Brock, I heard he got hurt you know, maybe we
should back." She looked out her window wearily.
"Where're we going anywhere?"
"Your choice." Brock declared proudly.
"But--"
"Ash's on the bus." Brock continued on normally.
"I introduced him to the guys, and they just started
talking. I think one them trains Pokémon"
"You were talking to him?"
"Yeah, he got into a fight with the Security Guards after
crowd surfing." Brock smiled painfully. "He's
fine."
Misty leant back in her seat, sighing. "It's impossible
looking after that boy." She mumbled, and took a gulp from
her glass.
"Maybe you shouldn't be looking after him." Brock said,
turning towards her. "He's what, seventeen now? If anything
he should be looking after you,"
"Well it's hard when it's just the two of us." Misty
replied. She turned her head across to the window, looking
outside. Brock didn't say anything back, and they both sat still
as the car continued moving.
"You're angry at me for leaving?" He asked her calmly.
Misty shifted on the cushioned seats below her. "No. I just
missed you." She said just as calmly.
Brock didn't know quite what to say, until it became obvious.
"I missed you guys too."
She turned and gave a smile he hadn't seen all night. The she
started laughing. "Yeah right! And when exactly were you
missing us, in your limo? Getting a massage?" She joked,
hitting him playfully.
"Hey, it's not as---" But Brock stopped talking when
the car slowed to a stop. "What's the matter?" He
called out to the driver.
"Something wrong with engine, I'll see to it now Sir."
A man's voice called back.
"Some service you got here." She muttered.
"Nevermind it. Where're you want to go next?" He asked
her.
Misty swayed forward slightly. "I dunno, I'm kinda tired"
"So the club's a no then" Brock mumbled.
"How about a restaurant - are you hungry?"
"Well--"
"Come on, I'll take you to the best one in town!" He
said cheerfully. "What do you say?"
Misty's eyes twinkled in delight as she looked at him.
"Well, alright then." They both sat back for moment,
feeling strange that the car wasn't moving. "I am kind of
starving."
The car started again, thanks to the driver's work and they
drove, indeed to the best restaurant in town. Misty felt again
conscious about her appearance; except this time for a different
reason. Brock comforted her by showing her what he had on. He had
managed to change after the concert, but it wasn't much,
especially compared to the tuxedos and dresses the guests in the
restaurant were boasting.
They took a table in the middle of the room, with positively
everyone staring at them. Misty would have been lapped the
attention up if she wasn't wearing what, well, she was wearing.
The night started with Misty goggling at the prices, and then
Brock, when he saw how 'cheap' they were. After that, Misty
started telling Brock everything he had missed: Ash winning
badges, Ash losing badges, people they met; and Gary-related
stories. Brock in turn, told her all a few stories of his own.
"So that song's about a girl who you run over
accidentally, and then nursed back to health yourself?"
Misty laughed as Brock nodded. "You can write a song about
anything." He told her casually. Then his mouth formed into
a lop-sided smile. "I could write a song about you any
day."
"Please, Brock. That sounds like a really bad line."
Misty scoffed, bringing a chunk of beef to her mouth.
Brock laughed at himself. "Heh, usually works you
know."
After they had both stuffed themselves, namely Misty, with
starters, main course, deserts and the most expensive champagne
available; they made their way out, back into the limo.
"3 A.M. - Wonder if Ash is back at the hotel." Misty
said, as Brock sat down beside her and the car began moving.
"You guys staying at a hotel?" Brock asked her.
"Yeah, somewhere just outside town." She answered,
before Brock instructed the driver again.
After a while of a quiet driving, Brock turn to her again.
"You have a good time?"
Misty nodded. "Yeah, I--" But this time, before she
could finish, the car started making loud noises, and then
stopped completely.
Brock cursed and leant forward to the driver. "Is it the
engine again?" He asked frowning.
"Yes sir, it's gone completely. I'll have to call for
help."
"Alright." Brock said. Misty looked out her window and
discovered that they really did need help. They seemed to be in
the middle of nowhere.
"Where are we?" She asked.
Brock shook his head. "No idea." They both slumped
backwards with complete exhaustion at the situation. "This
would make a great song, you know." Brock joked, as they
both laughed weakly.
"Thought that was only a line." Misty replied lazily.
Brock looked around at her. "You said it first, not
me."
She simply smiled, and leant across the back of the seat towards
him. Brock looked down at her, as she reached her lips up to his.
She leant slightly back a second later. "Only a kiss,
right?" He said.
Misty frowned, taking it completely the wrong way. "Only
a kiss?" She spluttered. "That wasn't good enough for
Mr. Rock Star?!"
"I di--"
Before he knew it, she had sprung forward, kissing him as
passionately as she could. Brock was barely replying from shock,
but hardly retaliating. "Good enough?" She finally
said, using her hands to bring his face away.
Brock bit his lip. "Ah No."
It was a only a few minutes before they were both kissing each
other madly, arms around each other. Brock had fell onto his
back, Misty leaning over him.
Suddenly they both heard a whooshing noise, and a strong draft.
"Hey, Brock!" Ash had opened the door nearest to them.
Brock's view was upside down, and he leant his head back. Brock
and Misty looked at him, frozen with shock, and hopelessly
wishing they had locked the door.
"Ash?!"
"Brock, can I see the limo? Can I get in?" Brock and
Misty's faces changed from shock to confusion as Ash hopped
excitedly on the spot.
"Ah, sure Ash." Brock said. "Try the other
door." He and Misty tidied themselves up desperately,
sitting up separately.
"Oh Man! This is so cool!" Ash looked around
the limo, his eyes falling on everything in the slightest bit
luxury. Brock and Misty were watching him, their mouths wide
open.
Brock leant forward towards him, leaning his elbows on his lap.
He managed to speak. "H-How did you get here?"
"Oh the bus came cause your car broke down." Ash
answered nonchalantly. "I wish I could drive this thing,
wait until Gary hears about this!"
Ash turned his head towards Misty and smiled. "Oh, hey
Misty. Didn't see ya there."
Ash was telling Misty about his night on the bus. "--And
then I told him about that battle I had, you know, the one
against Gary. I beat him good." Ash added on in a satisfied
way. "I even got a massage from these two girls, really
nice."
Misty raised an eyebrow. "You mean, Erin and Roni?"
A smile of the memory broke onto Ash's face. "Yeah, that was
their names. They kept calling me Brock, though."
Misty laughed. "Suppose they were just imagining
things." She said, smirking to herself.
They carried on walking, until Ash spoke again. "Hey, you
think we should get tickets for the next one?"
Misty slowed, thinking for a moment. "Why not? I bet
Brock'll have some new songs by then."