A: N/ Hey, no one bothered to read and review, I had 45 hits and not a single review…where's the fairness in that?

Awww…come on someone, please review me! I'll probably update 'The Prince And Princess Of Swords' either today or tomorrow, same for 'The Perfect Day'.

Anyway, a quick review of last time:

"What do you mean no? Are you forgetting that I practically own you? You can't say no to me. You're having those girls in your next song, like it or not." She said harshly.

"I can say no if I want to. I don't like it, so I'm not having it. You can shove your record label where the sun doesn't shine. I quit."

"you'll regret it Li. I'll hold a space for you, when you come crawling back I mean." She put he phone down.

Li sighed.

"Whoops." He said aloud.

ON WITH THE STORY!

"Wei!" He shouted.

There was a shuffling noise, and a Wei, the butler, emerged from the kitchen.

"What do I do? I just quit my record label!"

"Well, maybe you can follow your dream."

"What, playing my guitar? On my own, as yet another solo artist? No thanks."

"That's not your dream Li. You've told me before, your dream is to be in a band, where you get to play."

Syaoran's eyes widened with surprise. He'd forgotten that he'd told Wei that.

"I have no friends."

Wei sighed. "Put posters up, asking for musicians. You can easily form a band that way, and maybe make some friends along the way?"

"Wei, you're a genius."

"Thank you sir." He walked back into the kitchen and continued making dinner.

Li meanwhile, in the living room found a newspaper, a pen and some paper. He wrote a letter to the newspaper with his ad and a cheque. He began sketching out his poster.

He drew a bass guitar, drums, decks, an electric guitar, keyboard and a boy and a girl singing. Just to show that he didn't care what sex was in the band.

Auditions will be held next Friday. The day today is Monday. I think that's enough time.

He got some colouring pens (he had them because Diana often came round with her niece, and Syaoran found her adorable.) he coloured in his poster, put a stamp on his letter and dashed out of the house.

He posted his letter, in a big red post-box. He took his poster to the library, made a hundred copies. Which set him back £10.

He took his poster to every shop that he could see, they put it up for him, and for a week it was around £3 per shop.

Then he took to putting the posters on parks, houses, fences, and walls and even handed them out to people passing by in the street.

Then a thought struck him, he was only fifteen, he didn't want an eighty-year-old man to audition-crap! Because he was so rich, he had been home tutored his whole life.

He returned to the library, and this time he ordered a thousand copies, he had to wait for around an hour and the paper had to be refilled numerous amounts of times.

After paying the lady £200, he felt like being nice to her as she had to keep changing the paper.

He walked out of the library and walked into the nearest high school. It was Tomoeda High. He walked into every classroom and handed the teacher a large wad of the paper.

He did this to all the close schools. He returned home, and tired from his walk, fell asleep on the sofa.

Meanwhile, at Tomoeda high, an emerald-eyed girl was transfixed on the paper that the teacher had handed to her.

"Tomoyo, lets go to the audition tomorrow."

A:n/ There you go, another chapter even though I've got no reviews…cries