When the young blonde started heading over to the dark haired man the only thing anyone could think of was "who the hell was that?" or " whoa what a good set of pipes"

Either way people were surprised and somehow felt compelled to give applause to the young man.

"So Mr. Mustang. What do'ya think? Is my voice worty of you efforts to help me to my goal?" Edwards slurring was starting to fade and it was obvious that the alcohol was starting to lose its effects on the boy.

"That…that was amazing. I've never heard something as amazing as that…interesting choice of song I must admit but otherwise you've proved yourself to be worthy of my efforts." Roy tried not to show that he was almost going into a sort of fan boy mode over the amazing ness of the young alchemists voice. Suddenly Edward got an extremely glazed look on his face and he quietly muttered "Roy. I'm tired…can you take me home so I can sleep?"

"Oh sure" Roy snapped out of his 'I'm a conniving evil bastard' mode. The fact that the kid was drunk didn't change the fact that he was a kid, it was acceptable from him.

As the two were heading out the door a man with sandy blond hair, a dark suit and sunglasses walked up to the pair. Once they noticed him they turned and he introduced himself. "Hello. My name is James Bracken. I couldn't help but notice the amazing voice of your son si-" the man started

"He's not my son." Interrupted Roy

"My apologies sir. I was wondering if you two might be interested in coming to my office so I might be able to help you pursue a singing career. His voice truly is amazing. It would be a pity to waste it on simply talking." James passed a business card to Roy.

"I'll talk to him about it when he's sober. All right? I think we might take you up on you generous offer."

Ed POV

Two months have passed since that night at the bar…it's amazing how far Roy has helped me come. I mean, two months after first being found and I'm already at me first concert. Who would've thought it would be so easy. I thought for sure I would have some problems.

Roy's sitting across the room from me on the other loveseat seeing as I'm taking up all the room on this one. He was tapping his pen on the table…which was making me feel sorta' twitchy. I looked at the clock, half an hour left 'till the concert starts. I can feel the stress building up…it's not much but it's there. I look up to face the man sitting across from me…I remember back to the times when we hated each other… it was funny really. After I got Al's body back he started to hang out with Winry in Rizenbul. (A.N. not sure if I spelled that right. Sorry if I didn't) so I found myself wandering around the city aimlessly. Eventually running into someone I knew, usually it would only involve a short conversation, but the one time I ran into Roy he offered to treat me to a drink. After that we became rather close. He could always make me laugh. I'd never really noticed how funny my rants were until he imitated me doing one. Mind you at the time we were both rather drunk…not to the point where we couldn't talk without slurring or anything…just a bit tipsy.

Then after my PLS started to act up again he was one of the first to come to help me get over it. The attacks don't come so often anymore usually it's just some mild pain anything more than that unless I'm really stressed out or scared. We've come a long way from hating each other, and I'm glad to have someone I can actually call a friend.

Roy looks up at me with the usual look on his face. The one that says 'I know you've been staring at me…what's going on?' I smile.

"You're a good friend, you know that?" he gives me a funny look.

"Don't tell me you're getting sentimental. You've got your first concert in less then fifteen minutes. We can't have you crying over how good of a friend I am." He laughs