Musique

Musique; French word for music; noun; an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.

Chapter Two: Starstruck


Starstruck, baby could you blow my heart up

Lady GaGa "Starstruck"

OK I'll admit it. I was KindaSortaJustABitYetTotally psyched to see if he would come again. First off my dears, this was strictly business. Second, I could totally sell something of his off of EBay. Third, EBay equals money. Money equals Sakura Happy.

And when I'm happy Ino lets me do the Happy Dance. Insert a big billboard, flashing red lights that just blind you and a Sakura Chibi.

No one and nuh-thang can take away my Happy Dance.

These are the reasons I arrived at the club three hours in advance.

9:01 P.M

I take a seat in the Office. The Office is where all the DJ's, Bands, and Bar Employee's usually hang out. Take note some of the Bar Employee's are labeled as PotHeads. They are labeled as such for a reason, you fool. With the exception of Tenten, I have walked in on a PotCircle. As in; Bar Employee's gather in a quaint, darling little circle and get high off their ass. But anyway yeah, all the cool people hang in the Office before their Shift. To which one of the Bar Employee's, and my dear friend, Kankuro has re-named Shanks. Aren't you a clever boy?

Rollin up to the club on the weekend

9:17 P.M

The Bar Employee's waltz in, Temari, Kankuro and Gaara Sabaku. Truth be told when I started I didn't get they were related. It took me three hours to realize this. My first reaction; Denial. Then Horror. Then slowly, Acceptance.

"…no effing way."

"Sakura, please refrain from using that sort of language."

"Don't go all Holy on me Kankuro! There is no way you two are related. No. Friggin. Way."

"Actually, Temari too…"

"…I need a gun."

"No you don't, you're Sakura, you like fluffy animals and lollipops. No guns for you."

"That isn't possible."

"Sure it is, when a Daddy loves three women, and decides to cheat on the one he's married to-"

"Asdfghjkl."

And that is how I learned the Sabaku History.

Temari starts doing her nails.

Gaara is adjusting his fingerless black leather gloves.

Kankuro is reading a Playboy.

9:24 P.M

I pass out from nail polish fumes.

9:58 P.M

Kankuro awakens me with the sweet seductive smell of my Big Slice Lollipop. Peach flavored.

"Asshole, you found my stash!" I lunged at him, knocking him to the tiled floor.

"Sakura if you wanted to be on top of me this bad, you could have just asked-"

"KANKURO-"

"Shortie, if you want to beat Karin for the Golden Record, you might want to catch her shank."

"Shank."

"Yeah, shank. Kankuro-lingo for Shift. We've been over this before Sakura."

"Shank. Heheh."

"Very mature."

Karin and I, being the only two DJ's, have a contest. The best DJ at the end of this month wins The Golden Record. It contains a box filled with the best records in the entire universe. The Music Gods treasure chest. It was an impossible dream.

The people vote for whoever is the best DJ.

People vote for Karin because, A. They feel sorry for her. B. She wears skanky attire. And C. She just clicks the damn shuffle button.

No one really knows about C. They think it's her actual taste in music. As if.

Stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin

10:05 P.M

Through the next hour Karin plays;

Dirty Little Secret; All American Rejects

Sexy Back; Justin Timberlake

Love Lockdown; Kanye West

Ne-Yo; Closer

Got Money; Lil Wayne

Yeah; Usher/Ludachris

Low; Flo Rida

Forever; Chris Brown

7 Things; Miley Cyrus.

Oh. My. God.

Miley Cyrus.

Oh Karin. Only you.

Miley Cyrus would be perfect if this was the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards. But for a night club? Big No-No right there babe.

SEVENTHINGSIHATEABOUTYOUKARINANDMILEYCYRUSTOO.

Their hair. Their voice. Their fashion cho-oice. You hate your weight. You hurt my eyes. You make me laugh. You make me want to die. The Seventh thing I hate the most that you do.

You won't let people kill you.

Insert applause for My Parody.

Brava Sakura!

As I walk past Karin, who is blowing kisses to the crowd as she stumbles off the stage in her seven inch heel stilettos, sequined blue mini skirt, and white sequined tube top that almost pops because of her double D cups, I send a frantic text to whom else?

My darling bestest friend Ino.

10:57: Saku-kins: Karin Played 7 Things.

10:58: Ino-cakes: R u kidding?

10:58: Saku-kins: we wish.

10:59: Ino-cakes: we?

10:59: Saku-kins: Me, and the crowds bleeding ears. Cheers!

10:59: Ino-cakes: lmao k bi babe.

Fantasize on the track that you're tweakin'

11:05 P.M

No sign of You-Know-Who.

Was Playing "Dangerous" by Akon

Playing Currently "Right Now" by Akon.

Yeah, Akon? IjustwantedtosayIloveyou.

11:15 P.M

Was Playing "In the Ayer" Flo Rida, "HandleBars" Flobots, "Whatever You Like" T.I

Currently Playing "Lollipop" Lil Wayne.

Oh shizbitz. Tall, Dark and Handsome just walked in the door.

That's my cue loves.

11:39 P.M

He's. Dancing. With. Karin.

Currently playing "Womanizer" Brittney Spears.

IsItABadThingThatWhenIFirstHeardThisSongIThoughtItWasAMan?

Whatever. He's not that good looking anyway.

He's wearing a black sleeveless v-neck shirt. That looks really soft. I can see his muscles. Sakura like. Hold back on the drool babe, you're getting it on the oh-so-expensive music equipment.

Eye contact. Serious, and major eye contact.

Oh my.

He's walking over.

Blow my heart up

11:43 P.M

Currently playing "T-shirt" Shontelle.

He's kissing me.

French kissing me.

He's groping my ass.

He's looking into my eyes.

I can't breathe.

He seems to sense that, and pulls away.

"You intrigue me. Mon Cherie. But this can't last."

Passionate kiss. Until he pulls away, sucking on my lower lip.

When I open my eyes, he's gone. I look over.

He's back with Karin. Dancing.

11:56 P.M

He's gone.

I can't help but wonder how long this will go on.

And why Karin for god's sake?!

And of course, this would only happen to me.

I'm off duty. With a salute to my fans, I throw my black velvet hate into the crowd, and walk out the door.

What will Sakura Haruno do now?

What any other girl would do.

Call up her best friend and bitch.

Because that always makes everything and anything better.

I'm so starstruck

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Dedicated to Kevin, my darling best guy friend, who I can bitch to about anything and he makes it better 'cause he's ASIAN. Second favorite song, out of the way. Check it out and Review!