Note: I am skipping ahead, yet again... Now Toki is 17, and Swkisgaar is 25...

I know this is completely un-modest, but I rather like this chapter. :)

Oh, and of course, dethklokfan1, thank you for your review. :)

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Swkisgaar had made a lot of progress in the world of metal. Within 4 years he had gone through 6 different bands, none of which could match his superiority. He had no idea how much progress Toki had made. To the best of his knowledge, Toki was merely a friend to him; Skwisgaar had never taken the time to ask Toki to play for him, for if he had, he would have known that a valuable potential band member had been living with him for 10 years. Toki, however, did not want Skwisgaar to know how he excelled at the guitar. When Skwisgaar had refused to let him in his band, Toki had made a promise to himself that he would have his own band, and that Skwisgaar would not be a part of it.

There came a day when some talented Americans arrived in England, searching for potential band members. Flyers were hung about on the streets. The flyers read as follows:

"Guitarist Needed for Death Metal Band.

Don't try out if you suck.

Try outs are whenever, if we feel like listening to you."

Below the announcement was an address.

It just so happened that there were two exceptional guitarists in the town in which the flyers had been hung. It also just so happened that there were many more guitarists in the town: guitarists who were quite the opposite of exceptional, but did not seem to realize it. The two exceptional guitarists, and many of the non-exceptional found one of said flyers, and each planned on trying out to be the missing piece of a band that seemed quite promising.

The problem Toki had was that he knew he must try out for this band, but did not want Skwisgaar to know about it. Toki was very skilled, but he knew that Skwisgaar was still better. If Skwisgaar knew of the tryouts, he might try out as well. The flyer spoke of one guitarist needed, and Toki did not want Skwisgaar to be chosen over him.

Of course Toki and Skwisgaar did not spend nearly as much time together as they had when they first met, so Toki didn't need to think of any excuse for leaving their apartment, and he couldn't find every single flyer in the town and destroy them. His plan was to be the first to try out, so the band would see how great he was, and hire him, before Skwisgaar even had a chance to learn of the try outs.

So Toki walked down the sidewalk, toward the address printed on the flyer, which he held in his hand. He carried with him a guitar case, in which was his inherited guitar, which was not nearly as stunning as he would have liked it to look, as it was somewhat old compared to a guitar that a professional would play.

When he reached the address, he was surprised to find that it was a hotel. How could a death metal band expect to hold tryouts in a hotel? Toki figured that other patrons of the hotel would probably be angry at the noise, but he was not going to let this stop him from trying out. He walked into the lobby of the hotel. No one was at the front desk, so he looked around.

There was no one at all in sight. He started to walk about on the first floor, searching for a hotel manager, or someone who could point him in the right direction, yet he still could not see anyone. He turned around, so he could make his way toward the elevator, to search the second floor, and he was surprised to collide with a large man.

"Sorries," Toki said, looking up at him, "Um, I don't see anyone else heres, so I ask you," he continued, "I come here to do a try outs for a metals band. Do you might know wheres I go to try outs for it?"

The man looked at him, as Toki continued to look back up at the man. He was tall and had long black hair. Though he seemed a bit intimidating, Toki was not afraid of him.

"We-" the man began, "I- You can try out. I am part of the band... that you want to try out... for." Toki noticed that the man seemed to have trouble choosing what word he wanted to say.

"Okays," Toki said, smiling up at him, "Where do you wants me to go, to do a try outs?"

"Oh," the man said, as though he had forgotten why he was here, "Uh- You can just... Just follow me. We rented the uh- entire hotel. I gotta find Pickles and Murderface. Probably at the bar. Yeah- that's probably where they are."

Toki followed the man down the hallway and toward the hotel bar. Sure enough, there were two men in the bar. Toki assumed they were Pickles and Murderface, whom the man had mentioned, and also assumed that they would be the other part of the band for which he would try out.

A man with brown hair, about to his chin, and a moustache stood behind the counter, drinking directly out of a bottle of alcohol. Another man, with red hair in dreadlocks, sat on a stool at the bar. He was surrounded by empty bottles, and was also drinking directly out of another bottle of alcohol.

"Hey," the man who had led Toki there said, getting the attention of the other two men, "I- uh- this guy here- he wants to try out."

"Heeeey, Nat'en," the man with the dreadlocks greeted him, "You can try out right heeere," he said, looking at Toki, and slurring his words.

"Okays, den," Toki agreed, "I will just plays somethings? Or you does wants me to play whatevers? Or something you wants me to play?"

The red-haired man just looked at him, with confusion spread across his face.

"You can play whatever you want," the other man who had the moustache said to him, looking a bit angry, "Juscht, you know, scheriouschly, if you schuck, don't even bother."

Toki gulped; he didn't think he 'sucked,' but he had never played with anyone else listening, "Okays," Toki said, "Heres it goes." He played the guitar for a few minutes, and honestly felt that it was the best he had ever played. Throughout the time he played, he kept his eyes closed, fearing any disapproval he might see in the expressions of the band.

When he had finished playing, he opened his eyes and looked up at the men.

"Geeze," the one with the moustache said, "That was impreschive. What did you guysch think?" he asked, turning to the other two men.

"Well-" began the black-haired man, "I-uh think that he was uh- you know... pretty good. Pickles?"

"Eh," the man with the dreadlocks began, "I'd say yer good, or whatever..."

Toki continued to look at them. Was this a definite answer?

"Well, uh-" the black haired man continued, but was interupted as someone else walked into the bar.

"Hi," Toki heard a familiar voice, as he turned in it's direction, "I ams heres, to try outs for de... Toki?"

Toki let out a sigh. He was so close. Skwisgaar always ruined everything. "Hey, Skwisgaar," Toki greeted him, trying to keep his voice from showing his disappointment.

"What's yous doings here, hm? Toki?" Skwisgaar asked, "Yous don'ts plays de guitars, just as for likes de toys, but nots likes in de metal."

"I can too play de guitars!" Toki argued, "Just ask dese guys!"

Skwisgaar looked at the men who were standing in the bar, "Does he plays de metals?" he asked, "I doubts it."

"I thought he wasch alright," the man with the moustache answered, "He already tried out; you can try out now, if that isch what you are here for."

"Yeah," Skwisgaar said, "I will shows you hows to play metals. Toki here, you know, he's justs onlys a kids... doesn't knows abouts metal. Just plays it for funs, beings a little kids, jokings around with de gui-tars..."

Toki frowned at him; he knew that Skwisgaar was better than him, and he wanted to just punch him in the face and walk out of the bar. However, he decided he should wait it out. Perhaps Skwisgaar would, by chance, completely screw up, and the band would still choose him. He highly doubted this, but it was worth a try.

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Oooooooh!! What is going to happen!? (Of course you already know how it will end up, unless you've never seen Metalocalypse, in which case... why are you reading this?)