A/n: Yay! Its finally done! Sorry it took so long to update, damn school. I was listening to Bright eyes and Rilo Kiley while I wrote this, you should listen to them too.

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"My lucky number is four billion. Doesn't come in handy when you're gambling. Come on four billion…fuck! Seven! Not even close! I'm going to need more dice…" One person says before drifting off into other particles of conversation.

I'm sitting next to Sasuke in a semi-circle with some other people who I vaguely recognize from school. The people whose faces I know but I don't really 'know' them. We're just talking and throwing a few jokes around.

The party is in a small hazy basement of a big house in an upper class neighborhood. I was afraid I wouldn't fit in, but I seem to blend pretty well. Everyone here is really laid back and mellow. And half are probably stoned out of their minds by the way they're acting, but I don't have a problem with that. I've seen Kankuro and Temari high plenty of times; though I haven't tried it much myself.

Sasuke leans over and whispers in my ear "Having fun?" the feeling of his breath on my skin sends chills through my body.

"y-yeah…" I manage to stutter out.

"Good. Lets go outside for a breather. It's full of smoke in here."

"Alright." We stand and exit the semi-circle. And go up the stairs and out the front door into the front yard. About 9 other people, that I sort of know and Sasuke seems to know them more then I do, are out there talking loudly. Sasuke and I walk up and jump into their conversation.

"Hey this party blows! Lets ditch this thing." A girl who looks like a senior from school complains to everyone else.

" Well Daylight Tragedy is playing down at Liquid Recordz. How about we go see them?" the guy turns to us " You two wanna come?" Sasuke turns to me a questioning look. This sounds like fun. Like music is always great, and with Sasuke just makes it all the more fun.

"Sure, why not."

"Ok! To the banana-mobile!" Everyone follows the one tall guy with a lip pricing dangling some keys to a bright yellow car, everyone files in. somehow we squeezed all but 2 people into the body of the car; and the other got into the trunk.

"How can they breathe in there?" Sasuke asks harshly raising as the car pulls away and out of the neighborhood and onto a dimly lit curvy road.

"Ph…they'll be fine! We do this all the time and besides, it's not that far." For a while we drive in silence, just sitting and staring at each other; until the person in the passenger seat popped a CD in.

(Sasukes POV)

I can easily recognize the first few haunting notes of 'Don't fear the reaper' by Blue oyster Cult. And as the band starts singing, the people in the car join in for an off-key sing along. They're missing some words and are off beat but at least they are trying. I just sit back and lean my head against the window listening. Gaara, being the smallest, is oddly situated laying on top of everyone else and his head is sort of in my lap, his eyes trying their hardest not to meet mine.

"…Seasons don't fear the reaper… Nor do the wind, sun or the rain… We can be like they are…come on baby…don't fear the reaper…we'll be able to fly…"

The sound of this song bring to mind a picture of the beach boys on heroine. My hand strays to Gaaras head, slowly I start to twirl the little red strands of silk around my finger, then untwirl it, and twirl it again. Gaara doesn't make any move to protest, so I continue as I stare out the window and think.

Liquid recordz is a stage/cd shop for local bands to perform and get a start in the music scene. I don't go there very much anymore, not like I did over the summer. And Daylight Tragedy is a pretty well known local screamo band. I know the singer and drummer, Brian and Alex, so I try to go to as many of their local shows as I can.

The song started winding to a close, the volume of the nearby voices intensified, practically screaming out the final verse, though the band sounded calm threw the speakers."…came the last night of sadness, it was clear she couldn't go on. The door closed and the wind appeared. The candles blew and then disappeared. The curtains flew and then he appeared saying 'don't be afraid'. And she had no fear, and she ran to him. And they started to fly. She looked backward and said goodbye. She had become like they are…she had taken his hand…she had become like they are..." (A/n: That song is great, I had to put the whole verse :P)

A breif odd silence passed through the car. Then a delicate start of 'Lover I don't have to love' by Bright eyes washed over the speakers. I really like this song, but can't listen to more then a minute of it, as we pull into the liquid records parking lot.

Everyone files out of the car, and the trunk is popped to let the addictional two passengers out, they gasp and praise the fresh cool air. As everyone stands around the car talking me and gaara head in, it's not like we know them that well so it's not rude to leave. And screw them if it is, I'm not waiting on their slow asses if it costs me a good spot. It's the usual crowd at this show, the 'alternative' crowd. But I'm here for the music, not the people, so I don't pay them much notice.

Gaara is trailing me like a little puppy, bumping into my back a few times when I stop short and then mubling apoligizes. To me it seems really cute.

I find us a spot in the middle of the crowd sort of near the stage, we throw a few conversations around akwardly. Gaara seems really nervous, I wish I knew why. He keeps figeting and avoiding eye contact. I want to try and loosen him up a bit, so he'll have fun."So have you listened to much daylight tragedey?"

" a few songs. Not many."

" Oh."

Silence between us againg. Not so much akward as aggravating. I want to talk but gaara just doesn't want too. Maybe he'll be more talkative after the show.

In a few more minutes the band come out and onto the stage, the crowd cheers for them; their voices all blend into a loud annoymous roar. Brain picks up the miicrophone and addresses his followers. "Hey, thank for coming out to our show tonight. So how many of you peopl know who we are?"

Another roar follows, though not as loud as the first.

"Well why did a bunch of people who don't know who we are come to our show? Hopefully you'll know and like us when you leave here. We're going to open up with Fire Flies." And as the band starts up the crowd explodes with ethusiasm with yelling and stupid dances. I can barely decipher the lyrics over the music and the yells.

A little into the show

" And this song is for our friends, who died in a drunk driving accident. Don't drink and drive please, it kills." 'A night to remember' started and people seem to really love this song. Lots of them are yelling along the band. I like this song too but I can contain myself.I look over to gaara, and he seems to be enjoying himself more now, I guess he just needed a little time to let go of all the tension.

Then halfway through the song a small group of people start ramming into everyone, pushing them out of the way to form a circle in the middle of the crowd. This stickly girl with short black hair shoves into gaara, pushing him into my chest. Then about 15 jump into the cirlce and moshing. Not very violent moshing though. It seems more like they are having sezuires while figting each other and just swinging their limbs around in an anamilictic disply.

It's very amusing to watch.

For a second I contemplate jumping in too, I bet that would surprise Gaara. But I don't, I am so collected all the time its hard to let go at all. I'm always trapped inside myself and this wall of doubt and lies I have built up over the years I and can't even let go at all to have a little fun. My spirits sink thinking about how pathetic I am, I could almost drown in my angst at the thought.

No.

I'm not going to let stupid things like this get to me down tonight. Tonight I am going to enjoy, and try to have fun.

"Its over! It's over! It's over!…" Brian screams to the crowd as they screm back the memorized lyrics. And I screm too. I screm at the top of my lungs, my voice blends with everyone elses into that loud annoymous roar again. Surprisingly Gaara joins me in screaming, even though he's right behind me, his voice is like a whisper lost in the storm. Right then I make a decision, and I grab his hand in mine, holding it tight. His eyes widen and he looks at me, btu makes no attempt to pull away.

I'm glad.

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A/n: This chapter is only half as long as I wanted it to be, but I wanted to get up, so yeah. REVIEW! And listen to that song by Blue Oyster Cult, cause it's awesome. If you want to listen to daylight tragedy, search for them at thanks to my wonderful reviewers.

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