Amaya- Alrighty then... Here's the new story that I'm writing with Lee-chan, an AU we decided to write!
Lee- YOSH! Because AU's are YOUTHFUL, un.
Amaya- Don't mind her... she's just having a character-confusion crisis. Nothing much.
Lee- ¬¬ Shut up, un.
Amaya- Enjoy

Disclaimer: We don't own Naruto... god save the world if we did... -evil smirk-

Mommy always said I wasn't good enough. She told me that I should just give up on life. Especially when she forgot to take her pills... maybe that's where I got it from...

A gorgeous woman walked into the club "Desert Moonshine", an electric bass guitar in its case, securely strapped over her shoulder, ad for a guitarist in hand. One of the two people at the counter was a somewhat tall and slightly chubby guy; he had kabuki makeup on, and was wearing gothic strapped-pants and a funky shirt with a dual-colored circle on it. "Can I help you?" he asked, looking up at the woman. She looked around, a little nervously, long black nails digging into the striped strap.

"Erm... I'm here to answer an ad?" she responded quietly, in a soft voice, her free hand playing with the hem of her crimson plaid mini-skirt. The other person next to him, sitting on the bar counter in an ultra-short black leather miniskirt and vivid blonde hair in four pigtails, who had previously been ignoring the girl looked up at her.

"Ad? For a guitarist, right?" the blonde questioned but rolled her eyes when the girl responded with a "yes". "Alright then… GAARA!" A somewhat short man with vivid red hair that would put roses to shame, wearing a matrix jacket with a white sash and a brown leather harness to put something on, walked out.

"You called?" he responded with a flat and monotone voice, thick black paint around his eyes and an ai-tatoo on his forehead.

"Another girl trying out."

The man known as Gaara glanced at her with narrow eyes. "Follow me." She had no clue what band she was trying out for; she saw an ad and answered it. That's all she ever did. And as she followed the man as he walked over to a red curtain, pushing it aside to walk through, she hoped it would be worth while. When she walked through the curtain she was in a much larger room, like rich-kid-school-auditorium big, this one with a stage, tables and band equipment. "Get on stage and play something," he ordered, his narrowed eyes tracking her movements. She nodded, and got on stage, taking her black and purple guitar out of its old, black case and putting the strap over her shoulder. She started playing a quick upbeat rhythm, her left fingers moving up and down the arm of the guitar, moving to different areas as she moved from different notes quickly. The pick moved quickly but with ease and it was apparent she wasn't even playing something memorized, but something she was making up as she went along. The man held up his hand in the karate-chop fashion. "Enough." She stopped, looking down at him. "…You pass. But you don't yet have the bands approval. Do you know who you're trying out for?"

"Erm… no…" she responded nervously, hoping that wasn't the wrong answer.

"Alright, follow me. You're now going to play for the band." She put away her guitar and jumped down, following him. The man walked to the back of the room, pushing aside a black curtain to reveal double doors, opening them. He walked in, expecting her to follow. She quietly followed him into a room that was painted to look like an oasis, and actually featured a pond in the middle of the room. On one side of the room, sitting on a rock, was a blond person with bangs that covered the half of his face visible to her, but she could see two rings on top of his ear and three studs piercing the lobe. The person directly on the opposite wall of them, with ebony black hair and obsidian eyes to match was wearing small rounded glasses while reading "A Tale of Two Cities". The third was sitting opposite the blonde, two girls on either side of him doing things that should have earned them a separate room, with clothes on. "…Ahem," Gaara cleared his throat, making all three guys look up. The blond had drumsticks in his hands and kept drumming in the air, nodding his head to the imaginary beat. Gaara assumed he was listening and continued, "She's the only one today that passed my approval." He turned to her. "Sample something for your band."

"Um… alright…" She took her guitar back out and played something else, just as intricate as the earlier song she had played for Gaara but just as unique. Gaara stopped her again and looked back to the two guys paying attention.

"Well? I believe she even rivals you…'Tach."

The black-haired one looked back down at his book. "A girl cannot fit the position. This is an all-boy band."

The womanizer with vivid red hair to match her Gaara escort looked at the black-haired one. "Why not? What's wrong with her, she got skill and looks."

"As leader, do you approve?" Gaara asked him.

"Hell yes."

Gaara turned to her. "You're in. I'll prepare your contract and paperwork. You have an hour to get to know each other before the limo comes." And he left, shutting the door. The woman put her guitar back in its case, putting the strap back on her shoulder, standing there quietly, not knowing how to break the ice.

"Alright you two, I'll see you both back at the hotel, get a few martinis…" the womanizer told the two girls and they left the room. He turned to the guitarist woman. "Welcome… to Death of Daybreak, the uberly-popular all-boy band. We don't have our makeup on, so…" She blinked in surprise. "I'm Scorpio's Child, Akasuna Sasori. Yo, 'Tach." "Tach" looked up from his book with a look of utter annoyance.

"What?"

"Introduce yourself."

"Hail to the Grave," he muttered before looking back down at his book.

"Heh, He's our band hermit. His codename is Hail to the Grave, real name is Uchiha Itachi," he smiled. "I think you need to disturb Birdie from his imaginary concert." He motioned over to the blond, who now did a 180 so his back was towards them. She walked up and poked him directly in the back of the head with two of her long fingers.

"UN!" he exclaimed in surprise, falling back onto her. She just managed not to fall over and hold him up.

"Erm… hi?"

"…Un?" He looked innocently up at her. A sweat drop appeared on her brow as his hair magically managed to stay in his face. "Hi?"

"Hi."

"… Oh my god you're not asking me to 1) get you knocked up 2) an autograph 3) give you my clothes!" Birdie exclaimed in surprise. "Wait… why are you in our private room? This is band-members only…un…"

"Erm… I'm your new band member…" she did a small wave with her free hand.

"Oh… COOL, un!" he grinned and she returned his grin with a smile.

"Erm... you mind sitting up?" she asked gently, her arms getting tired from holding up the weight.

"EEK!" He quickly got up. "Sorry…"

"No problem."

"Baka…" Sasori growled at Deidara. "Introduce yourself, baka."

"Oh, right! I'm Iwa Deidara, Little Birdie, of Death of Daybreak. Hahah… un." he smoothed out his Gaara-like jacket, the chains and rings and metal jingling softly.

"Oh yea... I should probably introduce myself as well. Erm... I'm Ainao Mitsuki," the woman introduced herself, putting one long-fingered hand behind her head, her ringers running through her black hair, her pigtails and bright purple bangs moving slightly as she moved.

"Nice to meet ya'!"

"You too." Itachi remained reading and out of the conversation.

"How old are you?" Sasori asked her to bring up conversation.

"19," she responded.

"I'm 23," he told her. "Itachi's 19 and Deidara's 16." The guy from behind the counter from earlier came in with a tray of martinis.

"Uh… thirsty, anyone?" he asked, holding up the tray. "Oh, Deidara-chan, I got you a virgin Pom martini." Deidara crossed his arms and pouted, sticking out a pierced tongue at Kankuro and Mitsuki had to hold back a laugh. Deidara took his drink as Itachi took his cup of water, never lifting his eyes from the page and Sasori took a very light pink martini. "I got you the same thing as Deidara… didn't know what you like yet." He held out the blood-red colored glass to her and she took it from him with a smile.

"Thank you," she said as she took a sip of the drink.

"Sasori-danna, I have no idea how your throat can HANDLE all that alcohol…" he stated, before picking back up his drumsticks and starting to drum the air again. She adjusted the strap on her shoulder, taking another sip of the sour martini, before he stopped again.

"Oh, want me to take your guitar? Un?" he asked. "Tomorrow we start touring again. So everything needs to be packed, un."

"Oro?" she blinked in surprise.

"What, un? We need to pack."

"Oh… um… alright..." She took the guitar case off her shoulder, and reluctantly handed it over to Deidara.

"Hmmm… actually… Danna, we're going to the hotel. C'ya, un!" Deidara motioned for her to follow, walking out a back door.

Lee-chan: YOSH! I HOPE YOU TYPE UP THIS CHAPPIE GOOD, AND YOUTHFUL, UN!
Amaya-chan: What...? Don't think I can type up a chappie by myself? sniffle
Lee-chan: WELL your work Isn't appealing to my youthful expectation, un.
Amaya-chan: oo Lemme alone Leeeee > fealing unloved
Sai: Penis.
Lee-chan: I love this man. huggles
Amaya-chan: rolls eyes and huggles Kimi-chibi Mine!
Sai: Penis.
Orochimaru: Kukuku... kidnaps Sai
Kimimaro Follows Orochi
Amaya-chan: TT Nuuuuuuuuuuu
Lee-chan: SAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIII! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Amaya-chan: KIMIIIIIIII!
Orochimaru: UNTIL NEXT CHAPPIE! AHAH! Hissssss... STAY TUNED TO SEE MORE OF THE BEAUTIFUL ME!