"Aimee, why do you have to be so cold to every guy that tries to talk to you? Do you even know who that was?" Davi asked you as she got into the car. You shook your head and said, "No…and it's not just guys…it's people in general. I don't know. They just make me so defensive…I just noticed we never got to see if there were auditions. Oh well. I think I might want to take up ballet again. I don't know why…this seems pansy but its something where I lose myself and become completely lost. It's kind of a split personality to my bitchy exterior. I don't know."

Davi smiled and said, "Does this mean you're going to have to wear a tutu?"

You smirked and said, "Only if it's black,"

Little did you know that at that exact moment 4 minutes away, the members of AFI were meeting in the theatre to speak about the new talent contest they were doing for the fans chance to get make their impression on the band. They were hoping to get a lot of fans down for it.

So AFI was sitting in the front row of the theatre taking their time to watch hundreds of teenage girls/boys demonstrate their talent. Jade was leaning against the back of his chair. His continued to nod off until something caught his attention. He noticed that chick he saw yesterday and another girl by her side, whose name he didn't know. He looked around and then clenched Davey's sleeve. Davey then turned around and gave a questioned look as Jade pointed to you and Davi.

You were in the entrance staring questionably into the large theatre filled with people. "What's going on in here?" you inquired aloud. Davi shrugged and said, "I don't know. Let's go ask somebody,"

Someone then turned around and said, "It's the AFI talent contest!"

You stared blankly as Davi started screaming, "Oh my god! I love AFI!"

You shook your head, vaguely unknowing to this AFI band everyone is so into…

"Aimee, this could be our chance to show we have talent!" she screamed as she grabbed your shoulders and lifted you up. You stared blankly still and said, "What exactly is our talent?"

She then put you down and stared distantly. Then she cried, "Oh no, we're talentless losers!"
You then glared and said, "Speak for yourself. I have plenty of talent."

She cocked an eyebrow and said, "Oh really?"

You then put your hand on your chin and asked, "Do you still have that Rent soundtrack in the car?"

She then gave you a look of satisfaction, "I like the way you think, Aimee. I always have. Do you think they'll have costumes backstage?"

You nodded and said, "But I bet they'll be locked up or something,"

She shrugged as you ran out to the car and got your CD. You then proudly walked in and waited patiently for your turn but the line was really long. You then told Davi, "I'll be right back. I'm going to try to get backstage."

"Don't get caught."

"That's encouraging," you said as you sneaked off into the crowd. You pushed through the crowd and tried to squeeze in between two big guys and got hit in the eye with one of their elbows. You felt the area around your eye start to bruise as you continued in a blind search.

Eventually you found the room where they kept the costumes and you snatched a long skirted black ballerina outfit. It had a longer skirt than most do, sort of like a can can dress. You are really small so you're really flexible especially when it came to dancing. Plus you were a pretty good singer on top of that. You hoped everything turned out okay. You snatched the costumes and went and changed into yours and handed another one to Davi. She looked at you questionably and asked, "But what could I do?"

"Dance with me. Remember that cool thing we did where you kneel and I do a jump and I land on your hands and I slide down into your arms and then you do a spin like in couples dancing?"

She stared uncomprehendingly.

"Well we're going to do that at the instrumental pause on track 6."

She blinked then said, "Oh, you mean you're going to do Out…"

"Exactly. Now go change into your outfit. I need to go register for this thing," you said as you walked up to the table where you wrote your name on a sheet of paper and wrote your act and told the people what to do for the audio and crap.

You flipped you hair behind your ear as you put the pen behind your ear. You looked around to see where Davi was in the line when you felt a tap at your shoulder. You turned and looked over your shoulder and saw Jade. You squinted and said, "Oh, it's you again. What are you doing here?"

"What happened to your eye?" he asked.

"Answer my question first."

He swallowed and said, "This competition is sponsored by my band."

You cocked an eyebrow and said, "Are you fucking serious?"

He nodded. You swallowed and turned your face away from him as you hid your stupid look. You felt horrible for being so rude but you could NOT let him see your apologetic look. You shook it off and said, "Okay, so you're in this AFI band? So what? It doesn't mean I'm going to be any nicer to you."

His enthusiastic smile turned into a cocky glare. You made a disgusted look as you turned on your toes and tried to walk away. But as you made you first step, you felt a small tug on your skirt and a sharp RIIIPPP sound as half of the skirt fell around you knees. You turned and saw him smiling evilly with his foot on the hem of your skirt. You felt your hidden anger boil in you as your vision blurred. The next thing you knew was that your fist was heading towards his face. You almost hit him when he grabbed your arm and held it behind your back. In instant reflex you head butted him with the back of your head. You heard him scream and grab his skull as ran away as fast as you could. You blended into the crowd as you trotted to find Davi.

When you found her, the first thing she said was, "I like what you did with your skirt. Can I do that?"

You screamed in frustration, leaving her very confused. You shook your head and got ready for your act. You didn't know why you wanted to do it still after finding out it's sponsored by that asshole's band. You bet the rest of his band was just as bad as he was. You rolled your eyes as you got behind the curtains. A lady handed you a microphone but you looked at it with a dull look. "This isn't going to work with our act," you whispered to Davi. You grabbed a headset mic and put it over your hair as you closed you eyes and walked onstage. Even though, technically, your act had already lost. You spun in your skirt and grabbed the side and ran out onto the stage and danced to the music.