I do not own anything especially the songs, "Good to you" by Marianas Trench and Jessica Lee, "The World Calling" by There for Tomorrow, and "So Cold" by Ben Cocks(Ben Cocks is a female).
Morning
"We will be playing 'Good to you', 'The World Calling', and 'So Cold'. It will be in this order: 'The World Calling', 'Good to you', and 'So Cold'. Kukai, Nagi, and Ikuto play first then leave once done. After them, Amu will play for the second song on the piano. At the end, all of you will play. Also, after the concert, you'll be having a photo shoot with the same outfit as you have on during the concert. Any questions?" Nikaidou Yuu explained the order of the concert.
"No," Kukai, Nagi, and Amu replied; Ikuto replied with his silence.
"Great, I'm leaving you all to begin practicing," Nikaidou left the room. The room consisted of two couches, an arm chair, a coffee table in the middle, and five doors. The first door led to a hallway, and the rest of the doors led to practice rooms. Ikuto leaned against the wall, Amu was sitting on one couch, and Kukai and Nagi sat on the other. Nikaidou had been sitting in the arm chair, but he left.
"Before we begin, Amu, what instruments do you play?" Fujisaki Nagihiko asked Hinamori Amu.
"Bass guitar, piano, and well… lungs I guess," She answered uncertain.
"Pft! Lungs aren't an instrument," Ikuto took his weight of the wall.
"They are!" She poked his chest.
"That hurts, you know!" He put a hand to where she poked at.
"Guys, just go to your practice rooms. It doesn't do us any good if you're just complaining and not practicing," Nagi put his hand between them.
"Well, it does do us some good," Kukai contradicted him getting off the couch.
"How so?" The gentleman raised a brow at his idiotic friend.
"It gives us some entertainment," That idiotic friend grinned.
"Well, does it do some good for the concert?" He scoffed.
"It does. We get stressed very easily, and you know what cures that… Entertainment!" The optimistic man gave his signature thumbs up.
"We haven't even begun to practice!" Nagi exclaimed.
"But just thinking about it makes me stressed," Kukai whined.
As Nagi and Kukai were having their debate, Ikuto began to feel agitated. He couldn't tease his little Strawberry while they could just bicker like a married couple.
"We'll all just go to our own practice room," The blue haired man stomped to his blue practice room, irate at the fact that his teasing was cut short.
"What do we do now?" Kukai and Nagi pondered as they stood where they were.
"Go to your practice rooms, I guess," Amu walked to her red and pink room.
"Well…" Kukai and Nagi looked at each other, wondering if they should continue their bickering which would have gone on for at least an hour.
"Just go to your rooms already!" Amu and Ikuto yelled at them, no longer containing their anger.
"Fine…" They sulked to their own rooms. Kukai's was green, and Nagi's was purple.
All the practice rooms had their instruments, a couch, and a mini refrigerator. When Nagi practiced his piano, he would just sit on his piano seat and play, but occasionally he would drink from his water bottle which was from the refrigerator or get up and get another bottle. When Kukai practiced, he would sit on his drum seat and play, and occasionally, like Nagi, he would drink from his coke or get another can.
When Amu would practice, she would sing, play piano, play on her bass guitar, or drink from her water bottle.
When Ikuto did his practice, he would be so immersed in his music he would not notice anything else.
They had been practicing until it was dark. Nagi had left first, not bothering the other's practice, and Kukai left after him. They both left around 8:30.
..::Memories::..
"*Yawn* What time is it?" She looked at the clock in the corner of the room. It said it was 9:23.
"That can't be," Amu exclaimed, looking at her watch. It said the same time.
"Argh! I have to hurry home before Mom worries. I already bet the rest has left," She thought aloud. "Well, it's not bad if I check." She opened Kukai's and Nagi's. Seeing no one there, she moved on to Ikuto's door. No knowing why, she opened the door slowly, finding the engrossed celebrity.
The shocking sight of this serious musician took her breath away. It took her a minute to notice that she was standing there gaping at the man who teased her like no tomorrow.
"T-Tsukiyomi-kun, when will you be leaving? The rest have already left," Amu waved her hands in front of his face. Taken out of his trance, it only took him a nano-second to realize what she had said.
"What time is it?" He asked her.
"Well, it's about 9:30," She told him.
"I'll be leaving," He packed up his instrument and put on his jacket. "Are you hungry? If you are, we could go and eat dinner together?"
"W-W-What y-you mean a-as a d-d-d-d-date?" Instantly, her face turned a velvet red.
"It could be if you'd like," Ikuto tilted her face upward as he was a few inches away from her face.
"N-N-N-N-NOOOO!" She pushed him away from her.
"I'm just kidding. We could just eat at a ramen shop I know. It will be short," He chuckled. "You seem hungry."
"Well, I am hungry. As long as it's not a date and you don't do anything rude to me, I'll go," She answered as they both began to walk to the elevator.
"That hurts," The man pouted as they entered the elevator. He pressed the button that had a one and star on it. They were on the twenty-ninth floor.
"I couldn't care-" Before Amu could finish her sentence, the elevator stopped, and it became pitch black.
A small shriek echoed throughout the hall.
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