AHH! I'm SO sorry that I haven't updated in forever! My computer died out on me and I had to re-write this chapter more than 7 times! SEVEN! Argh, it made me so mad.. But alas– I hope you guys enjoy this and I'm terribly sorry it's so late– I'll try updating faster!

I am not a one-trick pony

I am not a one-trick pony

For you I will not dance

For you I will not prance

-One Trick Pony, Nelly Furtado

"Who's CD is this track going to go on?" Gourry asked as he sat down at the dinner table with a bowl of hot noodles cupped in his hands. His legs went cross-legged under the small, traditional Japanese table.

Zelgadis sighed into his large mug of tea. "I haven't the slightest idea.." He mumbled, taking a long sip. He sat across from the blonde, in his newly furnished living room. On the walls hung large, famous, depressing photographs and paintings in black and white. A fireplace was in the corner of the gold, red, and white room.

Gourry looked around and a looked of wonder filled his face. His eyes travelled around the room before landing on a paticular photo. It was of a woman. Her gaze was thrown over her shoulder and a single tear of black fell from her gorgeous eyes. "Zel.. Are you ever going to take those photos down?"

Zelgadis looked over the rim of his tea and a smirk appeared on his face. "No." He said simply. Placing his mug back down to the table. "I happen to like that piece." He nudged his chin towards the photo Gourry had been googling.

"Oh." Gourry placed his bowl of noodles back ontop of the table. "Are we writing this? Or do I have to write it with Amelia?"

"I was thinking about having Amelia and Lina head over to your place and use your studio, just to hang around and see if we can come up with anything.."

"Okay." He took another large bite of his noodles and titled his head. "So, who's CD is this track going to be on."

Just count to ten.. "I've already told you, I don't know."

"Oh." Gourry slurped another long noodle. He chewed on the noodle for a good ten minutes before he swallowed. "So who's CD is this going to be on?"

Argh.

"So, who's CD is this going to be on, Lina-san?" Amelia asked as she snuggled into the large lazy-boy chair. Her hair was thrown into a loose bun, and she wore little make-up. Her pajama's were large against her body– a white tank top and pink sweats with little red hearts.

Lina sat across from her with the newspaper in front of her. "I'm not too sure." She mumbled, turning the page. Lina herself was leaning in a chair, getting pampered. Her toes were being painted and a woman was massaging her shoulders. A white fluffy house-coat was cloaked over her petite figure, and that's when she realized– she'd want to be no where else.

Amelia didn't answer her manager and friend, but instead curled up into a tight ball and leaned her head on her knees. Her mind was being invaded by a dozen thoughts per minute, and she couldn't help but think of new congs and the way she would be able to put them into words.

"Amelia– were you listening to me?"

"Pardon?"

Lina sighed. "We should get going and head over to Gourry's place soon. We have to start writing that song soon. I mean, we DO want this to be a big thing."

Amelia wanted ever so bad to be able to roll her eyes at her manager, but decided it'd be much better not to, and not to meantion safer. "Do I have to change?" She asked as she stood up.

Lina shook her head. "Don't even bother.. I'm just going to throw on a pair of pants and shirt– then we'll head out there."

Amelia nodded and stood up. She then walked over out to the entrance of her apartment, grabbed a jacket, and waited for Ms. Lina in the hallway. Again, she was left alone with her troubling thoughts.

Zelgadis sighed as he wandered around the studio. He finally took a seat and lifted his legs onto the chair sitting next to him. Gourry was alone in the recording part, where a thick glass seperated them both. He hung his head back against the chair and decided that he no longer wanted to do this.

He no longer wanted to sit through many hour trying to explain how he wanted the song to be written. He no longer wanted to hear Amelia Wil Tesla Seyruun to sing with Gourry Gabrieve... And he defiantly no longer wanted to sit down with Lina Inverse and try to explain why a love song would be that much more important.

A doorbell just had to come and ruin his thoughts, didn't it?

Zelgadis groaned to himself as he stood up and wandered over to the door, and out of the studio. He only had to walk down a hallway and through another door before he was in the front entrance of Gourry's house. His lonesome steps clicked with an echo as he walked towards the giant oak doors. His fingers wrapped around the handle and suddenly, he stopped.

Did he want to open the door? Did he want to let them in? Something inside of him told him– that if he opened this door right at this moment, his life was going to change forever. If he opened this door, he was going to come out of this experiance a changed man... He was going to–

A second ring corrupted his thoughts and he sighed under his breathe before opening the door. Lina and Amelia stood in front, with Amelia in nothing but a tank-top and sweats– which must have been freezing because rain was pouring outside. He suddenly felt guitly for making them wait longer than five minutes.

He moved to the side to allow them in, in his silent usual way. Lina barged in first, following by a shivering Amelia.

"It's about damn time Zel! Where the hell were ya anyway! In the can? And where the hells Gourry– lets get this over with!" Lina yelled as she turned around, looking for the enterance to the studio, and when Zel pointed to the white door at the side, she barged on in– and in minutes you could hear her taking her anger out on poor Gourry.

Zelgadis shook his head. The poor guy just never had it... was Amelia's teeth clattering that hard? He looked over to the small girl who didn't say anything the moment she walked in, and realized it was because she was still cold. Her thin arms were wrapped around her, and her teeth clattered in a loud-manner.

He was washed over with a wave of pity and guilt– so strong, he spoke to her, "You need to take a hot bath."

"Oh no-non-nonsense." She waved her hands. "It's alright Mr. Zelgadis, I'm fi-fi-fine.. Rea–real-really."

Zelgadis shook his head. "You need one, you're shivering like Gourry when he found out Lina was coming."

Surprisingly, she laughed. Or maybe it was because she was just trying to remain polite? Who knew. But she did sigh. "Alright.. I'll take a bath."

Zel nodded and began to lead her up the stairs that were directly behind them. She stopped after taking two steps up, and Zelgadis turned around and noticed why. She was shaking too much to even begin to move.

Zel looked around to his left, and then to his right. He slowly walked down the steps and when he was in front of her, he felt his face start to redden. "Can-Can you move?"

Amelia looked up and shook her head, tears starting to rim her eyes. "No."

Zel sighed, before looking around once more. He swallowed before squatting down in front of her, and scooping her up into his arms. "Mr- Mr Zelgadis?" She sputtered out.

He choose not to say anything as he began to walk up the marble stairs, careful not to slip. She sighed to herself as she leaned in against his chest. He was so warm..

When he made it to the bathroom he walked over to the rather large tub, plugged it, and began to fill it with warm water. He did all of this sitting on the edge with Amelia in his arms, who was still shivering.

When the water was filled enough he let her step down away from him slowly. "You're going to have to change yourself..."

"Th-Thank you."

Zelgadis choose to ignore it as he walked out and left her alone with privacy.

"Zel– where the hell were you? And where's Amelia!" Lina yelled out from her seat on the leather couch in the studio.

Zelgadis sighed before walking over to the main board and sitting down. "I was helping Amelia.. I think she's coming down with a bad cold."

"A cold? Well where is she?"

"Taking a bath."

"Ah.. Alright." A sudden spark ran through Lina's eyes and a smirk made itself known on her face.

"And now Lina, I didn't get in with her." Zel mumbled, red blushing up his face.

"I didn't say that..." Lina spoke through clenched teeth, a smirk still plastered on her face.

Zelgadis rolled his eyes before looking over to Gourry, who was looking back and forth between Zelgadis and Lina. "Did you guys start on anything?"

"Nope. We were waiting for you and Amelia."

Zel sighed. "Why didn't you at least start on a melody?"

Gourry shrugged. "I dunno..."

Amelia stepped out of the large marble tub and immediately shivered. She looked around for a towel and spotted one mere inches away from her. She grabbed the pink fleece towel and wrapped it around her petite yet curvy body.

She then looked down at her soaked clothes and sighed. There would've been absolutely no point if she just bathed to become warm– and then put on wet clothes? No, that would've wasted Mr. Gourry's water, and she didn't want to do that.

She walked over to the door, intending to call Mr. Zelgadis for any extra clothes. But when she opened the door she was met with a large white housecoat, laying across the rich wood. She looked left, right, down before her small fingers reached down and picked up the heavy material.

It felt nice.. She took a step back and closed the door before letting the towel go. She took the large white coat and plunged her arms through the whtie clouds.

Oh god, it was heaven. The texture, the feel, the heat. It was everything she'd wanted as a child. It was warm..

Amelia bent down and picked up the pink towel and wrapped it around her hair. She looked over across the room and smiled at her reflection. Then it dawned on her that she'd better make it downstairs into the studio before Lina threw a fit..

She walked out of the bathroom and slowly down the steps. She didn't stop walking until she went through the door. She'd never been this far.. Never. Amelia took a gulp and started walking.

She knew that she was close when she heard Lina yelling to Gourry about him being dumb and not able to read the letters on her shirt. Amelia plastered on her smile as she opened the door in a slow motion.

Lina's face scowled. "It's about damn time woman!"

"Sorry.." Amelia walked over and took a seat next to Lina. "So– did we start?"

"No we didn't cause you were taking so damn.. Lo.. Long." Lina's scowl disappeared and large grin was built on. "Nice housecoat."

"Oh- yes. Thank you Mr. Zelgadiss– for the coat!"

Zelgadis choose not to saying anything once again and started to talk on what the could do in order to make the single that much better. Amelia, at first, didn't understand why he was ignoring her. Until she noticed that Lina kept darting her eyes at her chest. Amelia suddenly froze..

She looked down slowly, and noticed, that over her heart- was a very large, red Z.

And she kinda liked it there.