A/N: I'm totally not affiliated with anyone. I wanna thank everyone for your amazing reviews. You guys rock. Here's the second installment. Read more, write more. I want opinions. I wasn't sure how to write this awkward gap part between Dave and Lane meeting and the band. So if it sucks, I swear it will get better.

Dave's head had been reeling ever since his encounter with the "little drummer girl", as his Aunt Louise called her. Aunt Louise was his favorite aunt on his father's side. She was a bassist in her day and a big partier. She was always bouncing and wearing her old "duds". She made frequent visits to Star's Hollow, about two or more times a week. She had a little kid. The Barbie-needing Kathy. She was a divorcé and had a live-in boyfriend in Hartford. Though she disapproved of her daughter's doll fetish, she helped her daughter out, by making tiny replacement outfits with band logos on them and occasionally stuffed some padding into the stomach of Barbie's shirt.

She was Dave's favorite aunt, because he could talk to her and admit things he'd never tell his parents. Like how, someday, he wished he could spend a month all by himself, in a cabin, faraway from anybody else, with no TV or internet. Maybe just his music collection, a guitar and a notebook, so he could get in touch with his muse, and really write. It had always been difficult for Dave to write something he could really be proud of.

Zach, had once made him play them one of his written songs, and spent two hours trying to convince him to let them use the song in a set. But no, it wasn't good enough. Until it could even begin to compare to the covers they did, they would not use it.

But lately, his writing hadn't been so forced. He would just sit down and write some lyrics and have them play in his head. He would just easily move them from his brain to his guitar strings. Softly, he would sing along. He felt lighter, like he was not weighted down with so much stress. He'd forgotten what it felt like.

He seemed a bit happier. For the next couple of days, he walked around with a glow. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Aunt Louise. "You look good, Davey."

"Thank you." He smiled and bowed.

"Incredibly happy, that's how you look. Insanely happy," she stated, reading his face. "Ah… you met a girl."

"No. I didn't," he said. She's a band member. And any relationship they may or may not have, that is, if he did like her, which he didn't… Oh Crap. He knew. Well he had known. But hadn't admitted it.

"What's her name? Is she pretty? Is she smart? OH MY GOD… she's musical, too. Most likely a… groupie. A creepy one like Sweet Connie? Didn't peg you for on of those guys… No, not a groupie. A rival band singer or weren't you looking for a… A DRUMMER. She's your drummer! Is she the one whose ad took up the entire Gazette?"

"Yes. That's her," he admitted. He was almost thankful that she'd deduced this all by herself. It saved him the trouble.

"Yeah, you guys are good for each other," she said, knowingly.

"You've never even met her!" he exclaimed, in surprise.

"Yes, but you're both extremely neurotic, yet very rock'n'roll. You can tell by the ad that she's the same way you are. I mean, alphabetical order and footnotes! But her band choice, impeccable and the way she starred David Bowie's name… She's perfect for you."

"All this, from an expression on my face," Dave sighed. She never ceased to amaze him.

"What can I say? The wheels are always turning."

"Hi, this is Dave Rygalski, I'm calling for Lane," he said in his most polite voice.

"Okay, listen kid. First of all, if you ever want to speak to Lane again, you don't call her with that sentence on your lips. Never ever, say your full name! In fact, you may want to disguise your voice and say your Marcia from Bible Study. And I'd wear a mask, while on the phone with her; you never know whose trailing you. And you may want to 67 it too, you never know whose tapping in. Because, once Mrs. Kim gets you, you're just about dead. She will crucify you. Dave, I'm telling you, you're just so lucky that she gave you her best friend's number. But I am telling you this so that in future, when she next sees you and gives you her house number, you don't let her mother bust her. Because if you do that to her, she might just reenact Kurt Cobain's death. And from the way you guys were getting along after the meeting, I'd say you wouldn't want that, and I swear, if you dare even try it, you can be sure that someone in this town, will definitely have something to say on the subject." Dave was stunned. There was a silence and he realized that he was probably supposed to speak now.

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

"Sorry Dave. I don't think I've yet introduced myself. I'm Lorelai Gilmore. I'm Lane's friend, Rory's mom and I run an Inn, the Independence Inn. I saw you at the last town meeting, talking to Lane about the band," she seemed a lot nicer now, "I'm really glad that you, well, exist, because otherwise, Lane wouldn't have her band, and as you may have figured, music is the love of her life. We love Lane and we love to see her happy."

"I like to see her happy too," he admitted, with a smile in his voice, "though, I've never actually seen her sad. I imagine it's terrible…" His thoughts drifted to a small sad little Lane. He snapped back. "So her mom's really strict?"

"You know, she's just so afraid of losing Lane to this crazy, sinful, non-Korean, non-Christian society full of unwashed non-Korean boys. But don't let her scare you away from Lane, she's a great girl, she really is," she explained, sincerely.

"She is," he paused, "So I'm guessing she's not around."

"You guessed right. But I'll let her know you called."

"Thanks."

Luke's Diner was buzzing in the Saturday afternoon sunlight. Lane was a bit sad, but brightened when she saw her friend, Rory and her mother. She loved them both. They were so lively. They seemed to speak her language, besides that of music. It was a good little trio. Books, music and movies.

Rory was just so easy to talk to and Lorelai was just so… free. She was like an extension of her usual best friend. The part of her best friend who wasn't always in the books and could scream about a piece of music. They waved and beckoned her over to their usual table.

"Hey Laney!" Lorelai yelled, with her mouth full, "Did you see the MOJO special last night?" Luke walked towards the table, with another cup of coffee, which he placed in front of Lane.

"It was great! It was focused on how to be a rock star without killing yourself or something… I taped it for you," said Rory.

"Thanks so much!" said Lane.

"Speaking of music, Dave called. He knows about the mom and I think he's fine with it," said Lorelai, "and he seemed to really be feeling the drummer chick idea, if you know what I mean…" Lorelai winked slightly obnoxiously.

"What'd he say?" Lane found it a bit hard to believe that Dave was cool with the fact that her mother might just murder him if she caught him even so much as talking to Lane. Well, he was amazing.

"Well, he called and with this fake-o, 'This is Dave Rygalski' thing. And I told him if he wanted to be allowed to talk to you, he better not talk that way to your mom. I recommended that he change his name to Marcia from Bible study. Then he asked about how strict your mother is and I gave him a basic overview without the gory details and honey, he seems to really want you in this band. He actually seemed willing to incur the wrath of your mother. Something, I probably would have to consider first," she said, "but Dave seems like such a nice guy. I'm totally looking forward to you guys getting famous and touring with U2." Lane glowed a little and sipped her coffee.

"Hello?" Click. Okay, this was so annoying. Someone was prank calling Dave. He guessed it was Zach. Why couldn't he just play video games? Or was it funny to make him angry by making him pick up and put down the phone every few minutes?

Ring. Ring. Ringgggg… No. He was not going to fall for it again. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnggggggggggggg! Okay, fine.

"Hello? Now don't-"

"Hi, is this Dave? This is Lane. You know, Lane Kim? With the ad and the Dead Kennedys shirt? We met outside the dance studio. Well, yeah, even if you don't remember, um, you called. So…" She sounded a little shaky, with some insane idea that he didn't remember her.

"Hi Lane. Of course, I remember you. You're the girl who does a mean air drum solo. Very cool, I'd love to see how you are at lip synching… I'll bet you're a regular Milli Vanilli. Yeah, I wanted to ask you about when you'd like to play with us…" Oh my god. He could just imagine the snickers that would come out of Aunt Louise if she heard him saying "play with us."

"Well, Monday, we have a three hour block of time, when my mother goes out to Hartford to find antiques and track them down. And on Wednesday, my mom has her choir practice and on Friday, she has her usual Bible Study and tea. I'm free all that time and usually on the weekends, but Saturday more than Sunday, for apparent reasons." Wow, Lorelai wasn't kidding.

"Well, I guess Friday would be best for all of us, but we don't really have a practice space. I mean, sometimes we practice at my house but our basement's being renovated and Zach's mom and dad fill up their garage with a load of crap that they don't want to move and Brian… well, you'll see when you meet Brian." Lane smiled. He was so warm. It was like he was welcoming into a secret club. Not everyone could be in this band. This was special. They'd picked her, she was deemed cool enough, god forbid, Moony enough to be their drummer.

"Well, I actually can't play the drums or any other non-Christian music inside the house, while my mother is anywhere within a 10-mile radius, so it won't be possible to practice in the Kim house," she said. Oh my god. I'm so stupid. Like anyone's ever going to care that I can drum to Smells like Teen Spirit if there's a possibility my mom will slaughter them.

Well there was no way she could pretend like her mother weren't the scariest person in her life. "I'm sorry. My mom's a bit… well a lot, overprotective. In fact, she hates boys, rock music, parties, American values and flashy clothing."

"Well, it's just too bad about the flashy clothing," he joked. Inwardly, he wondered whether that would be seen as an implication or not. She laughed, so all seemed fine. "No, it's completely cool about your mom. Just as long as you don't get yourself into huge trouble for being in this. I mean, if this is going to hurt you or your mother…"

"No, of course not. And I can't be pushed around forever, can I?" Lane seemed as if she were trying to convince herself.

"Well, as long as you think it's okay… Because I wouldn't hate you or anything if you didn't." Dave didn't want to be the cause of anything. But then again, she seemed pretty set in her decision. It was she who put out the undoubtedly very expensive ad.

"It's fine, honest."

"Incidentally, how exactly did you learn to play the drums if you weren't allowed?"

"Well, actually, there's this great music store, right by my house run by this really lady named Sophie. She totally let me play on her drums, in exchange for some cleaning. She was really understanding about my mom. And there are always Lorelai's pots and pans. I mean, I always sort of wanted to play the drums. I mean, I was in jazz band. I played brass, but I was always kind of jealous and partially angry at the percussion. I mean, some of them can't even hit two cymbals together and there they are playing. I swear I got so sick of this one girl, just staring at her boyfriend the whole time! She totally missed her cue, forcing me to improvise." she paused. "Oh my god! I'm so stupid. I mean I should've thought of it earlier… I think that if I asked Sophie, really, really nicely she'd let us practice in the music shop. I mean, we can't let my mom hear, but its close and it would probably be free."

"That sounds perfect. So, I'll call you to check about the music shop and we'll shoot tentatively for Friday?"

"Yes!" Dave felt a bubble of affection for Lane. Her voice matched how he felt.

"Right, I can't wait," he said. He felt pretty safe admitting his feelings just a little bit to Lane. She was the nicest person he knew, she would never make him feel stupid intentionally.

"Yeah, so I gotta go… My mom's going to be home soon."

"Wait, Lane. I need your number. So I can call you about…" he lost his train of tangible thought, "band stuff… yeah, that's it." Lane gave him her number. She was so happy. He was just so sweet and nice and willing to put up with her insane mother and he couldn't wait for the next rehearsal… but no, she couldn't. She was a professional. Dave was a professional. Crush or no crush, she would play in the band and she would not let her stupid fall-for-anything-with-good-hair mentality do anything to ruin it. It didn't matter that he liked music or that he was willing to put up with her secrecy. She would not let her feelings get in the way of the band, especially before she met them.

Dave grinned as he lounged on his band. He had just written a song. It was about a girl that made a man stop in his tracks because he'd never seen anything like her before. He'd known right away that she was different. That she was special. She was like a force that made people stop and watch her.

It was a love song, and Dave had never written one of those. He'd tried, but having not been able to put his emotions into a melody, he gave up.

He didn't like most of the girls he knew. They had their makeup overdone and listened to Britney Spears. They were always so up. And Dave didn't much like heights. But she was so light. So carefree… so rock'n'roll. And it was crazy. He'd just met her. Talked to her twice, but somehow…

He slipped his mother's Bangles CD into the changer. He used to think it was really girly to listen to them, but this situation called for it. Look at me, I'm actually listening to my mom's favorite 80s band, Dave thought as the song, Eternal Flame, poured in on all sides.

Turn around, give me your hand, darling

Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand? Do you feel the same or am I only dreaming…

The music was loud. And Dave was lying on his bed humming along. I am so far gone. He thought.

A/N: That's it for this chapter. I know it kind of sucks, but I swear it will get better. This is a hard chapter to write, because it's mainly character, but as soon as I get more stuff happening, it should be better. And sorry for the Milli Vanilli reference. I think there was a reference like that in Keg! Max, but honestly, I wasn't thinking about that.

Also, the Aunt Louise thing, I'm not sure about. I thought she could be like Dave's Luke/Lorelai figure who bugs him but just wants what's best for him too. Let me know how you feel about her, please. Also, how well did I portray Lorelai, I think I might've made her a little over the top.

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