Author's Note: Sorry I didn't get this up sooner. I've had a bit of a bad week, I'm afraid, especially since my relationship just fell apart. But while I'm still a bit upset, I have hopes that I'll get into a better relationship next time around. So here's chapter 2 for you all. Enjoy!

~Voltalia

He decided to park at the back of a Motel 6 and sneak along the back in order to catch whoever might've been staying there totally off-guard. It was pretty late at night, so to speak, so the poor lighting allowed him to go all the way up to the front undetected. After all, he figured, almost all of the potential fans were probably asleep anyway and this would be a great way to wake them up. Better safe than sorry...

"Alright, now to plug the guitar into this speaker..." Greg muttered as he was doing so in the front parking lot.

When he was done, he quickly looked over the hotel rooms that were immediately facing him. He then began strumming at the strings of his beloved electric guitar, which he called "Kathy" after an unrequited crush of his. Before long, what resembled an amateur musician's take on a rapturous melody began playing and he and Kathy couldn't bear to stop. The music emerged with imminent success, but all the guests that just woke up were not amused.

"Hey, turn that down, you jerkoff!" someone yelled from outside a motel window.

"Can't you see we're trying to sleep?!" another person shouted without showing himself.

After that remark, Greg sighed dejectedly. Somehow, nobody here seemed to have appreciated what he was trying to do. Still, he kept playing only to progressively strum softer and softer until the sounds that ensued could barely be heard anymore. Great, just great. He looked over the hotel rooms again, this time in desperation for a miracle to occur. He was so focused that he didn't seem to notice a faint pink aura suddenly materializing out of the corner of his eye.

"Goddamn it..." he mumbled, figuring it was a part of a police siren. His first night in this small town and he was already in trouble with the cops.

However, he had to look again when the aura became significantly brighter and found himself face-to-face with one of the most beautiful women he had ever met in his life. Where had she come from? Surely, he was hallucinating or something.

"Hey, man!" the would-be rocker shouted at her. "What are you doing out here?"

"I'd ask you the same thing." this mysterious woman answered, slightly confused herself.

"Well, I was just trying to get these guys' attention is all."

"Really? I could hear your mating call from three miles away. That was so cool!"

"Mating call? What are you talking about?"

"That song you were playing. You were using it as a mating call, no?"

"What? No, I was just trying to play a song for these guys so I could be famous."

This woman, Rose Quartz, tilted her kinky-haired head to the side. "Oh. I see. So can you tell me your name?"

"Yeah, I'm Greg Universe."

Rose Quartz gasped. "You're a child of the Universe?"

"Not really. 'Universe' is just my last name."

"Okay, well, I'm Rose Quartz."

"Rose Quartz, huh? What a strange name for a pretty lady."

Greg had expected Rose to take offense to that last statement, but oddly enough her facial expression didn't seem to change nor she did seem even the slightest bit angry. Maybe she had gotten used to it after a while, but who knew? At least she seemed to be taking a fancy to him. With that out of the way, she shrugged and said, "Anyway, I'd like you to come home with me."

"Are you sure?" Greg asked. "We just met."

"Oh, absolutely!" she perked up. "I hope you like what we've done to the place."

"We?"

"Oh right. I've got friends living with me. Please stop by. You'll love them!"

The would-be rocker thought about this for a minute and then said, "Alright, if you say so."