Disclaimer- Nope, don't own any of it!

Author's note- second chapter. Thank you to the few who reviewed. This time, it's Rehersal time!

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Chapter 2- Rehersal

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"Well, are we ready to star this?" Aragorn asked, adjusting the knob on his ampilfier.

"We Have to wait for Legolas." Boromir replied, polishing his horn.

"Where is he?"

"Beats me."

"I can't reach the Bass Drum peddle!" Gimli said, trying to reach the peddle with his legs.

"Adjust the chair!" Aragorn said, and he walked over to the dwarf and helped him lower the seat.

"Now I can't reach those drums, up there!"

"Yes you can, stop whining."

"No, I can't!"

"You can! You're just trying to piss me off!"

"No I'm not! I can't reach the drums! I'm to short!"

"I can't help you, then, Shorty!"

"Who are you calling 'Shorty,' eh, Mister?" Gimli asked throwning a drumstick at Aragorn's head.

"You even said you were short yourself! Why are you upset?" Aragorn retailiated by chucking his gutiar pick at Gimli. Gimli sprang up from his seat and jumped onto Aragorn with a mighty war yell. The battle contiued unnoticed by Boromir, who was still polishing his horn.

"There you are, all nice and shiny! Hey, Aragorn?" He asked, still polishing his sword and not noticing the ranger was bit preoccupied. "What do you think will happen when I tell Faramir I'm in a band? Do you think he'll yell at me and tell me to shut up? That's what I think he'll do. Mabye though, he will be nice and congradulate me. What do you think, Aragorn? Aragorn?"

He turned around and noticed Gimli and Aragorn, rolling around on the floor. Each one had a drumstick, and was beating the other with it. In alarm, Boromir blew his horn and ran over to them.

"Stop!" He yelled, trying to pry Aragorn off of Gimli. "This is totaly unreasonable, innapropriet conduct! I demand that you-" Boromir was cut short when Aragorn wrapped one arm around the man's knees. In a second, Boromir was down on the ground with the other two. "What are you doing!?" He asked, snatching the drumstick from Gimli and hitting Aragorn with it.

"Hey!"

"That's my stick!"

Legolas arrived to find Gimli, Aragorn and Boromir, all rolling around on the floor. Both Aragorn and Gimli were beating Boromir, who lay curlled up with his hands ovr his head, with Gimli's drumsticks.

"What is the meaning of this?" The elf asked, pulling the two off of Boromir. "What has Boromir done this time to deserve that?"

"He tried to break up a fight." Aragorn said.

"So you beat him up?"

"Yes." Aragorn smiled at the Elf.

Legolas shook his head. "I heard him blow his horn, so I decided to see what was going on. Aragorn, Gimli, don't beat up people if they try to break up a fight!" He walked over to where Boromir was still laying with his hands over his head.

"Where have YOU been?" Boromir asked as Legolas helped him to his feet. The Elf smiled mysteriously.

"I have found us a manager."

"Really?"

"Yes. May I present, GANDALF!!!" Gandalf walked in and waved at all of them. Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli all looked at Legolas.

"Gandalf??" They asked and Legolas knodded.

"Legolas, you know Gandalf doesn't know anything about music." Aragorn said.

"Niether does Boromir." Leoglas replied, tossing his head in the man's direction. Gandalf had not heard any thing that had just been said.

"Well, let's see what you can do!" He said, taking his seat. Aragorn picked up his guitar, Legolas stood beside the microphone, Gimli returned to his drum set, and Boromir just stood there, not really knowing what to do. Then they started, and Gandalf realized that they were attempting to play Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir."

"On only son's beat down upon my face,
like starts to fill my ears.
I am a salamnder of both time and space,
to be where I have been.
I sit with killers of a gentel race,
the stars have seldoms deen...."

"STOP! STOP!" Gandalf shouted, waving his arms franticlay in the air. The music came to an abrupt halt. "Now," Gandalf said, shaking his head, "I already see some problems. Legolas, you are a great singer, but you have to learn the words. Gimli, prehaps you need a smaller drum set. Aragorn, you're not Jimi Henrix, so stop attempting to play thta dang thing behind your back. And Boromir, that horn isn't going to work, you need a bass. This is not good. I have already booked a gig in two weeks! We have two weeks to get prefected!" The rest of the band starred at him.

"You mean we arn't good?" Aragorn asked, pouting.

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Alright, a stupid chapter, but that is alright. I have to go now. There will be more. Next chapter.... Boromir annoys his brother!!

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