What Dreams Are Made Of

A/N: Hey guys! Anybody guess who Raeven is???? C'mon, it's not that hard... DISCLAIMER: see chapters 1-2.

Chapter 3: The Disastrous Concert - May 15, 2006
 "Okay, that was creepy," Matt commented as he was driving. "Did you notice how she looked familiar?"
"I thought she sounded familiar." T.K. agreed. "I was thinking that maybe... but no."
"Maybe what?" Matt asked interestedly. "C'mon, little bro, spill."
"I was thinking that maybe... shwakri." T.K. mumbled.
"Sorry?"
T.K. sighed. "I thought she was Kari."
There was silence in the car. Then Matt said, with difficulty, "That's ridiculous. Don't ever tell Tai that."
"I don't plan on it."

"Raev, stop pacing around like that," Jakobs Fidel said tiredly, watching Raeven as she paced around their hotel room.
"I can't do this anymore, Jakes!" Raeven cried finally, throwing up her hands and falling back onto her bed. "He didn't even recognize me!"
"Who?"
"T.K.! And Matt," she added as an afterthought.
"Should they have?" Jakes asked logically. "It's been, what, seven years?"
"Eight," Raeven responded distractedly.

"Mommy, why are we going on a vacation now?" 8-year-old Kari Kamiya asked.
"Yeah, Dad, it's the middle of the school year!" 12-year-old Tai added. "Not like I care, but still, it is still a little sudden."
"Don't ask questions!" Yukio Anaka snapped, slamming a fist onto the steering wheel for emphasis. "All right, Daddy!" Kari yelped. "Where are we going?" Tai asked. "What did I just finish telling you, Taichi?!" Yukio snapped again. Tai glared at him from the backseat. "Yukio, calm down, you're going to get us pulled over." Aiko Kamiya said tiredly. "Tai, stop pestering your father." "I just wanna know!" Tai exclaimed indignantly. There came the sounds of sirens behind them and Yukio swore loudly and colourfully. "Yukio!" Aiko snapped. "Tai, Kari, make sure you're buckled up." "Yep." "Yes." "All right, Yukio, floor it." "WHAT?!" Tai yelled even as the car suddenly took a turn into Indy 500 speed.

Raeven was shaken out of her memory by the phone ringing. She eyed it apprehensively then picked it up. "Hello?" she said.

"Well, hello, Hikari." She hung up.

"Well, Raev, who was that?" Jakes asked. "It was a pretty quick and one- sided conversation."

"N—n—nobody." Raeven answered quickly.

"Was it Damion?" Jakes asked suspiciously. "Wh—wh—what would make you think that?" Raeven stammered.

"Oh, just the look on your face." Jakes said in mock lightheartedness.

The next evening, Matt picked up T.K. to get to the arena on time, but they came upon another scene of chaos. "Matt! You're here! Where's the amp for my guitar?" Kenji yelled, looking desperately in each packing crate strewn around the room.

"Don't look at me, Kenji! It's your amp!" Matt yelled back, taking out his guitar. "Aw geez! My string's snapped!"

"How do you lose an amp?" Kito wondered aloud.

"That's what I'd like to know," Matt commented, fishing around for an extra string.

"I can't find the extension cords for my keyboard!" Yoko yelped.

"Is it really that necessary?" Kito asked.

"No cord, no board." Yoko snapped.

"Oh."

"I'll... be in the sound room," T.K. muttered and slipped back out the door, colliding with Raeven, who was on her way in. Looking especially beautiful, T.K. noted, in her casual attire of flared dark green sweat pants and a white tank top, her hair pulled up into a careless ponytail.

"Oh, sorry." Raeven said, laughing slightly as she slipped past him, followed shortly thereafter by a scowling Jakes.

"Yeah. Sorry," T.K. said distractedly, even as he tried to walk forward while looking backwards, causing another collision, but this time with the head of the sound operations.

"T.K.! Head outta the gutter and come help us! I got a bad premonition about tonight."

Things just got worse from there.

"Can we postpone our part?" Kito was asking, as T.K. popped with the requested extension cords and lapel mikes and wireless mikes and stuff for the stage.

"No, why?" The stage manager asked.

"Um..." Kito hesitated. "Matt's kinda sick."

"He's not sick." T.K. supplied, setting the mikes out on the table in the right spots. "He's a little inappropriate at times, but he's not sick."

"Not that kind of sick," Kenji said grimly. "We mean like tossing your cookies, competing with Oscar the Grouch for greenest creature, high fever, chilly and irritable kind of sick."

"Oh no."

"Her mike's not on!" T.K. called as he desperately tried to locate the switch for Raeven's mike.

"Whaddaya mean, her mike's not on? It's gotta be on!"

"Well, it's not!"

"It's halfway through her third song! How can we not have noticed her mike wasn't on?"

"I don't know, but it's not on!"

Then of course, that just wasn't enough disaster for the evening, so halfway through another song, after Raeven's mike got turned on again and startled her half out of her wits, a backup singer tripped and fell backwards off the rising stage, making a huge racket and having to be taken to the hospital with a broken arm. Some crazed fan somehow made it past security and interrupted yet another song, this time a more slower and solemn song, screaming about true love and being together for all eternity before Jakes finally made it up on stage to drag the fan off, screaming hysterically. Scary thing was: it was a girl.

There was an awestruck silence before Raeven tried to improvise her way through the rest of it. It went pretty well... Until the part where she was supposed be elevated directly to the backstage part of the second floor, but the lifting part of the stage broke down abruptly, almost causing her to fall off into the screaming mobs of madness, but instead only had her try and climb her way up to the second floor backstage. And then she fell down an entire flight of stairs, crashing into poor T.K. Oh, was there flames going backstage after that. In a rare moment of lost temper, Raeven screamed at anybody and everybody.

"Temper, temper, Raev." Jakes said teasingly.

"I'll 'temper, temper' you, Jakobs Fidel!" Raeven snapped, sparks shooting from her eyes. "What is going on here?!"

"Whoa, someone's having a breakdown." A familiar voice came from the doors leading backstage. The group turned around to find 20-year-old Taichi Kamiya standing there, supporting a pale Matt.

"T—T—Tai?" Raeven asked, face blanching.