Thank my friends mom for inspiring me to upload the next chapter! She's blasting all 80's songs, some I know, some I wish I never knew...Ugh...

Chapter 12.

April 15th, 1984

Sunday.

"So…We just spent about fifteen minutes of introductions and greetings," Bak stated dryly. "I'm glad…But I think we need to wrap this up quickly, I have other bands to audition." Bak broke the murmuring of each group of bands.

Who were all too engrossed in their own conversations to actually notice that they were only wasting time.

Once Bak uttered those demands, each group immediately muted and complied too his request.

He swiftly looked down to the watch wrapped around his wrist and noticed that it was a quarter passed 12 o'clock, they actually did spend over fifteen minutes with idle chit-chat.

Waste of precious time.

"Were waiting." Bak deadpanned, looking to each of the band members up on the stage in front of himself, and the rest of the people inside the bar.

"Are you guys ready?" Allen squeaked into the microphone, still feeling his nerves getting the best of him.

And he didn't like acting irrationally, or sing, while his insides twisted and turned around erratically inside of him.

Especially since Bak, the owner of this bar, was staring up at him so expectantly and with such an analytical and serious expression, he felt as though he was on trial, and it really didn't help his nerves at all when he noticed that the band called "The Noah's" took Bak's side at his V.I.P table in front of the stage and sat expressionless and oddly serious.

His knees shook like he was having convulsions up on center stage in front of everyone and he also felt like he needed to sit this one out—or puke.

At least, that's what he wanted to do.

But how could he now when they were already up on stage?

He would have to make a run for it and—

"Allen." The red-head called for the lead singer's attention.

Both Allen and Kanda turned to look over their shoulders at the smirking red-head that held his own microphone close down towards his smiling face.

"It's cool dude, just breathe, it's like you're gonna pass out or summin'," Lavi commented. "But it'll be clutch if you do, then I can go all Superman and shit and carry you all the way to the hospital!" Lavi grinned at his idea.

But soon inwardly winced when he felt Kanda's cold glare turned on and directed straight at him.

Allen shook his head and returned looking straight forward and ahead to the stage.

Despite him getting mildly creeped out by Lavi's words, he couldn't stop the amused smile from appearing on his face.

"I'll make sure not to pass out then, Lav." He muttered, and did what he was told by the red-head and took three large gulps of air into his lungs and breathed out calmly.

"Let's do this." Allen said in determination as he pulled closer to the microphone and stood with his posture straight and held his head up high in confidence.

His eyes blazing in a mixture of both anxiety and resolve, he was going to do this whether his body screamed for him not to.

"Whoooo! Rock em' baby!" Lavi enthused loudly, raising his drum sticks in the air above his shining and messy red-head and tapped them together loudly, three times total.

Just as Lavi smashed onto both his right hand and left side tom drums, Kanda erupted the amplifiers on the stage in a stream of loud and electrifying screeching chords as it echoed throughout the entire bar, Lenalee at the exact moment struck down onto her bass guitar in three loud and pumping strums. As the intro progressed, and the bands playing was soon starting to slow in tempo and after Kanda's fast guitar solo during the intro of the song, Lavi smashed the cymbals above his head and slowed down the pace.

That was when Allen finally made himself known to the others observing him, and the band that was watching them from in front of the stage.

"Girl…It's been a long time since we've been apart," Allen sang slowly into the microphone, his body swaying. "Much too long for a man who needs love,
I missed you since I've been awaaaay…" He held that note longer while still keeping his tone in the same pitch.

Kanda strumming various chords lightly.

"Babe, it wasn't easy to leave you alone,
It's getting harder don't run along!" Now he raised his voice.
"And if I had a choice I would staaay!"

Lavi's drumming picked up, kicking off the chorus of the song.

"There's No One Like You!
I can't wait for the nights with you," Allen paused briefly to take a small breather before carrying on. "I imagine the things we'd do!
I just wanna be loved by yoooou…" As he held that note longer, Lenalee joined him in the back ground singing, mixing their voices perfectly as they sand the next line.
"No one like you!
I can't wait for the nights with you!
I imagine the things we'd do!
I just wanna be loved by yooou…!" Yet again he held that note longer, before he pulled away and waited for Lavi's heavy drum bass to end the chorus, and for Kanda's guitar to hold a long E minor chord as it ended along with the chorus.

"Girl…There are really no words strong enough," Allen dropped his voice to a purr. "To describe all my longing for love!" It was there that he started raising his voice.
I don't want my feelings to sprain…" He breathed deeply. "Oooh babe!
I just need you like never before,
Just imagine, a cut from the storm!
To take all my sorrows awaaay…" Allen yet again held the microphone closer to his body as he raised his converse shoe and planted it onto the stage light in front of him as the chorus once again took place.

"There's No One Like You!
I can't wait for the nights with you,
I imagine the things we'd do!" There was a short mili-second pause between Kanda's riff and Lavi's heavy drum beat, until Allen picked up again, a smile alight on his face.

"I just wanna to be loved by yoooou…
No One Like You!
I can't wait for the nights with you," At that point, Kanda starting raising his guitars volume in pitch. "I imagine the things we'd do! —" Again Kanda struck down sharply onto his guitar, face serious as he relaxed his fingers on his fret board on his Mugen.

"I just wanna be loved by yoooou…!" As Allen sang the last part of the chorus, he smiled as he looked over to Kanda.

Who then began furiously striking his guitar strings, creating a whole dramatic and beautiful sounding riff.

Then as the guitar solo was slowly, but surely, raising its head, and Kanda was only looking stone faced as usual, the whole crowd inside the bar were awe-struck that the rhythm and tempo of the guitar solo sounded exactly the same as it was in the original song, but Kanda added his own flare to the solo, his own electricity, and his own chords, adding to the climax and elevation of the already extraordinary solo, that would soon come to an end.

Much to Lavi's chagrin, he always loved the way Yuu played that guitar solo.

Kanda raised his Mugen in the air beside him as he moved his fingers rapidly on the fret board, he lost his pick in the middle of the guitar solo, but he still played on through. That is, until he knew it was up, and he ended the solo with a loud and hollow A chord.

"No One Like You!" Allen sang once the solo was up. His smile never left his face even when he began singing more furiously and heavy. His voice still sounding strong.

"I can't wait for the night's with you!
I imagine the things we'd do!
I just want to be loved by yoooou!
No One Like You!— " Kanda guitar was raised in the air beside him as he struck down onto a high pitched note. "I can't wait for the nights with you!
I'll imagine the things we'd do!
I just want to be loved by yoooou…!" As Allen held that note longer, the guitar, the drumming, and the bass soon came to a slow end, and finally, Allen let go of the note he's been holding onto and pulled away from the microphone, he took a deep exhale of breath and smiled brightly as he looked behind himself over to his band members.

Lavi shot him a wink and a thumbs up.

Lenalee clapped her hands as she curtsied cutely for the people in the bar watching.

And Kanda huffed, crossed his arms, but nodded his head either way, in show that he was praising the band's playing.

Allen couldn't help the grin from spreading its way across his face as he turned back towards their small little group of audience, he felt too excited at accomplishing their song without any mistakes.

"Well? Was that good? Or did I go too far in singing the outro?" Allen asked sheepishly, he thought he sounded brilliant, but he definitely didn't want to toot his own horn.

Like a certain long-haired guitar player who thought highly of himself and smiled smugly every time someone looked remotely perplexed and amazed that he was capable of playing such amazing guitar solos.

Soon after, Bak rose from his V.I.P chair in front of the stage and clapped his hands together, a serious expression still on his face, so the only dead give-away that he was entranced and still astounded at their performance, was the bright and happy look that reached his eyes but not expression, his blue eyes showed that he was amazed.

And Allen wanted to break out into a random dance on top of the stage and cheer in victory because of it, but he sufficed with grinning from ear-to-ear in delight while singing "Hallelujah" inside his head.

"That was…Very…" The old man started to say from beside Bak.

Who Allen learned quite recently, that his name was Sammo Han Won, a 75-year-old Asian man.

How and why he's still alive and kicking—while listening to heavy metal and rock music—Allen could only guess that Rock music runs through his veins.

And he had to admire the man, for having the same inspiration that he has to keep living in the harsh decade they live in now.

Bak interrupted Sammo's compliment—or criticism, Allen wouldn't know because Bak raised his hand out towards Samme's aged and bearded face—with a stern expression, laying both his hands onto the table top he has been sitting behind throughout their entire performance, he looked towards Allen, then nodded his head.

"That was astounding, in other words, I feel like there is no need to keep auditioning other mediocre 'bands'," He used his fingers to mime quotes in the air on the emphasis of 'band'.

Simply because the people he auditioned didn't even deserve that glorious title by how shitty they played.

No offence to the other 'bands'.

Just as Allen opened his mouth to stream out his "thank-you's" and "you will never forget it's", he was cut off by Bak.

Who he guessed had the habit of cutting people off regularly in a rude way.

Bak gestured to the band beside him at the stage, The Noah's, who were unusually quiet and scrutinizing throughout their entire performance.

Allen noticed, that they hadn't even clap once or praised them after their performance, not that Allen expected them to or any of the sort, but it would still show good professionalism, and that they weren't stuck-ups or show offs, as Allen was soon starting to believe that they were.

"It's up to the main act to decide whether they want you to open for them or not," Bak said, nodding his head. "It's not only up to me or Sammo to decide." Bak then sat back down and bridged his hands together as he looked towards The Noah's expectantly.

Sammo—who was still holding back his snappy retort—bit the inside of his cheek for the fact that he did not get to say a single word before he got rudely interrupted, and sat there quietly as he also looked towards The Noah's.

The band seemed to be considering and mulling it over as they formed a tiny circle inside their seats in front of the stage as they began whispering in hushed tones, and harshly arguing with one another as they pointed fingers and swore under their breath at each other simultaneously.

But soon, and after heavy deliberation, Tyki Mikk pulled away from the group first, a delighted looking grin on his tanned handsome face; flashing his perfect white teeth as he dug around for something inside his form fitting black jeans pocket, while a lighter was already held tightly in his other hand.

"That was a pretty ace performance. I would like—"

"—We would like, Tyki…" Road interjected, glaring at the back of her uncle's head.

Who only shrugged with a cigarette held between his teeth. "Whatev', our band decided that your choice enough to open a performance for us, but let's just get down to the 411 and business talk, shall we?" Tyki purred as he lit the cigarette and blew the smoke out from his lips. "We've come to play here every weekend, whenever we're not busy touring or signing shit and fuckin' around on the side," Tyki blew out another cloud. "And when we ARE signing shit, we get busy, and don't have time for our performances here, so we would like for you guys—" He pointed to the stage and the group standing on top of it. "—to be our fill-ins for the nights we miss." He finished, grinning with glee.

Even when his band mates were shouting behind him, and swearing loudly in his ear, all of them were shouting that, 'they-didn't-agree-to-jack-shit-about-that-last-bit'.

But Tyki ignored them passionately as he looked back towards the bars co-owner, Bak Chan, "If boss man here doesn't mind that is." Tyki replied as he scratched his cheek with his pointer finger, smiling weakly at Bak.

Who Tyki didn't even give the bar owner a warning of his latest idea, up until now.

But soon, the lead singer for The Noah's, deflated his taut muscles in relief when he saw Bak Chan nod his head, with that serious expression still plastered on his face.

His 'business face' as Tyki has come to title it.

Bak nodded. "I'd like that. I have no other preparations whenever they deke out from their performances here." Bak stated, glaring spitefully at the group of Noah's, who only looked away, whistling and grinning mischievously to themselves. "So, if it's okay with your parents Allen, and they agree that you can stay out late, then you can come and play for us." Bak stated sternly as he nodded his blonde head.

Allen gaped and blushed furiously in both anger and embarrassment.

Kanda and Lavi both burst out into mock laughter as they practically doubled over behind their instruments.

Kanda's laughter was actually more along the lines of snorts and coughing fits more than anything else, while the red-head's laugh was boisterous and hearty sounding.

Allen glared over his shoulder at the both of them.

Which both of the older teenagers didn't even notice, for they were still laughing their arses off.

Allen looked back to Bak and shook his head furiously. "I'm fifteen, not eight," He stressed. "And I think my drunk foster father wouldn't give a good two shites about me coming home late."

Since he's almost always out every weekend anyways, and probably doesn't even notice me missing sometimes. Is what Allen also wanted to say, but bit the inside of his cheek to stop that harsh—but true—statement from pouring out of his mouth.

Bak snickered, making Allen glare menacingly at him, hip cocked to the side in offence.

Bak soon waved away the glare with ease. "Heh…Erm...Sorry, my bad, your just short. Is all." He stated, trying hard to pull his serious face back on, but with the short teenager glaring at him, the corner of his lips were constantly twitching. "Heh…" A chuckle slipped passed his lips.

"What?" Allen shouted, more furious than before. "It's called growing, I'm still growing! And I'm not that short either!"

"Sure, you're not," Kanda replied sarcastically, after he was done coughing out a lung. "Just like how you're not from Europe and that your hair doesn't remind me of someone dropping bird shit on your head."

Lavi, at that harsh retort, did a comical, "Ba-dum-dum-tish!" onto his drum set and the audience, even Bak, starting erupting into laughter.

Bak, being more kinder towards Allen, stifled his laughter behind his hand.

While everyone else, laughed like no tomorrow.

"I'm going to murder you in your sleep you piece of shite!" Allen bristled, turning around to glare maliciously at Kanda.

The guitarist only shrugged. "Just stop talking, every time you open your faggot mouth, it suddenly makes me wanna barf." Kanda retorted.

"Why you…" Allen trailed off.

There are a million and one insults that he would like to shout at Kanda, but now, they were completely lost in his enraged state of mind.

Kanda smirked. "What? No come-backs? British dweeb, don't start shite you can't finish." The long-haired teenager countered, crossing his arms over his chest in triumph.

"Graaaah!" Allen shouted.

War cry echoing throughout the bar as the lead singer lunged towards the Japanese teenager.

Who stood by the left hand side of the stage.

The white-haired teenager clawed furiously at the scowling face of the guitar player.

Who took a fighting stance and raised both his fists in the air.

They were stopped in their fight, when Lavi suddenly lunged forward and tackled the short white-haired teen to the stage floor boards, trying desperately to calm the situation.

While Kanda only ran forward and tried ripping the red-head off of the brat to finish their fight.

Lenalee sighed into the mic in front of her lips and smiled down at Bak and the rest of the group below stage.

Who were—unfortunately—watching the little bands dispute with shock clear in their expressions.

"We'd like to thank you." Lenalee stated nervously up on stage.

The entire audience then turned their incredulous expressions towards the Asian girl up on stage.

"And I also want to say sorry for their generic behavior, they don't usually act like big koozebanes." Lenalee said, sighing heavily in disdain.

She was lying through her teeth.

They always seemed to end the day in arguments and fist fights, that it was a complete norm for all of them nowadays.

But at that moment, at that time, and with other bands and even the bars owners sitting right in front of the stage, it was a very different situation all together and she was pissed.

Very pissed.

They needed serious help with band dynamics if they ever wanted to get respect as a band, and if she wanted to continue being in the band at all.

They had to learn a thing or two.

"Get off me you arse!"

"OW! Let go of meh' hair!"

"Fuck you! Get bent zeek!"

Who thinks a high Lavi is the best? I do, who thinks a jealous Kanda is quite entertaining? I do! And who thinks Allen singing is fucking stellar? Me me!

This is where I left off in the previous story, I put it on hiatus from this chapter. But not anymore! This time, its different. I'm more determined. Now! Keep the reviews coming people! I feed off of your reviews!