A/N: I have no knowledge of anything involving concerts. This is totally made up.

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Gaara had heard somewhere that the telephone was an instrument of the devil, put on earth to interrupt long, hot baths. He ignored it the first fifteen times it rang, but on the sixteenth, he finally got up out of the tub, grabbed a towel and, wrapping it around his waist, answered the phone.

"Satan, why must you do this to me?" he said emotionlessly into the phone.

"GAARA!" he winced and held the phone away from his ear as his best friend/roommate/bandmate, Ai's voice boomed out at him. "Gaara, where the hell are you!" she continued in a somewhat normaler tone.

"Well, I was in the bathtu-"

"Did you not remember that you were supposed to be at the Amphitheatre half an hour ago! Did you not remember that we had a gig tonight! We're on in less than twenty minutes!" Gaara might as well have been hit with a sack of bricks.

"Oh shit." He said, hurriedly trying to dry off with one hand.

"Oh shit is right! Your stuff is already here, I got it up while you where at the Coffee Shop. I've got the Fuck Van, take the bike." She said, using her affectionate nickname for the van they owned, that looked like it would be a rapist's choice of vehicle.

"Have I told you how awesome you are at all today?" Gaara asked thankfully.

"Tell me when you get here." She said before hanging up. Gaara scrambled around their apartment, putting on various articles of clothing while toweling his hair. He emerged from the apartment less than 90 seconds later looking slightly unkempt, but the important thing, he mused, was that he was dressed. Zipping up his leather jacket, he got on the seat of the motorcycle, revved it, and sped away. The wind rushing through his still damp hair alerted him immediately that he had forgotten his helmet. In too much of a hurry to go back, he drove straight ahead.

'Well, let's just pray I don't get hit tonigh-' but Gaara was unable to finish this thought as a Hummer came out of nowhere and almost plowed into him. The driver leaned out of the window and yelled something that Gaara couldn't make out, but he turned around a flipped him off anyway. His brain immediately registered something off about the guy. He turned around again, way too rushed too figure it out at that time.

7 minutes later, he jumped off his motorcycle and ran through the back entrance, thankful that he'd had enough presence of mind in his frenzied state to not forget his pass, because he had no time to try to work things out with security.

"Gaara!" Ai cried out in relief the second she saw him. "Thank God, I was beginning to think you got hit by a truck."

"Hummer." He panted in correction, as she led him towards their dressing room.

"What! Baka!" She said hitting him on the head. "You almost got hit by a Hummer!"

"Vocalist abuse!" he called to no one. The only other person in the room was Sasori, their alternative drummer, and he could care less about them right now. He was in his 'zone'.

"I do it because I care." Ai said grinning. Her smile faded as she noticed the moisture on her hand. She felt Gaara's hair. "Kami, your hair is wet. I swear, if you get stuffed up before we go on I will kill your sorry, late ass-"

"Yeah, yeah I know." He said, chuffing at her empty threat.

"You could show a little more urgency, we only have about 10 minutes."

"Ah, we're fine." He said, grabbing the bag of clothes Ai threw at him. "Wait, what? When you called you said we were on in less than 20!"

"That was to get you to hurry up, and it worked."

"Yeah, and it also almost got me hit me hit by a fucking H2!"

"Ease up, Gaar-Gaar. If you were supposed to have died tonight, you would have."

"That's reassuring." He said, blushing slighty at his nickname. "And don't call me that."

"Call you what?" she said innocently. He mouthed the word 'bitch' at her back as she turned. "I heard that." She said walking towards her guitar. He opened his mouth to protest. "Don't argue." She said before he could. "Get ready already!" she half-yelled, obviously amused by her comment.

Grumbling, Gaara did, and walked over to in front of the mirror. He leaned over to apply his eye liner over the not quite black but still very dark circles that surrounded his eyes. Looking in the mirror, he knew what was weird about the guy that had almost hit him: He had no pupils.

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