Black Neko Hime: This chapter may not match ppl's character in the story. So to all of the ppl who will be angry: sorry. Yeah I changed a lot of stuff. I made Ami the big sister. She's 21.

Disclaimer, the dream breaker: Black Neko Hime doesn't own Shugo Chara, a karaoke bar, or any licensed stuff…

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Amu's POV

One minute we were running all over the mall using our "5 finger discounts" the next we were in a karaoke bar. How in the world it happened I can't even remember. Well I remember HOW I just don't remember WHY. Oh well If we're gonna break the rules might as well break 'em all, right?

The lady sitting next to us was admiring the stage and looking like she really wanted to go up there. "Why don't you go up there and sing?" I asked her.

The lady sighed. "I don't have much of a voice." She looked back at the stage then back at me. "Why don't you try?" The woman looked like a middle aged foreigner, more specifically American. Her hair was brown with gray streaks. She was kind of woman you'd expect to sit on her couch with her hair in curlers smoking. Saying over and over to herself, 'What did I do with my life.'

I was brought back to reality when I heard Utau laughing. She started choking then fell off her chair. "Thanks." I muttered sarcastically to the red-faced blonde rolling around on the floor.

Then a guy in a pair of jeans, brown leather jacket, blue shirt and brown hat tipped to the side runs up on stage. "Hey Hey Hey , Minna!" I guess he's the MC since he's got a mike and he's actin' like he owns the stage. "We're gonna try something we've never done before. Black Neko Karaoke Bar-and-Grill is going to start a band!" The crowd went wild! When I say the crowd went wild, I mean they went WILD! People started clapping, screaming and younger people ran desperately toward the stage. It was like a mad house! Seriously! The MC was screaming into his mike trying to be heard over the people who had tossed dignity to the wind. At least Utau had pulled it together and wasn't acting like an animal.

After a while bouncers came in and saved the MC who was being attacked by people climbing on the stage to show their stuff or beg their way into a band. "You know, Amu, this could be a good opportunity for us…" Utau said. I was starting to think the same thing.

I turned to the lady next me. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Only if you promise to try out." It was the same lady who had suggested I sing.

Well, I guess I only have one choice. I stood up. "Well, then. Fine, I'll try out for the band. Now, can I use the phone?" She smiled and handed it over. I guess she decided for me… I dialed the number. "Mom, Before you get all gooey on me, I gotta tell you something. I heard that you sent the cops looking for me. Like I'm lost or something…. Remember, I told you I was going karaoke with my friend… Which one? Uhh..Utau… You know, the blonde chick who waits with me after school. … Yeah. Anyways, we're trying out for a band. Tell dad I love him… Wait. AMI'S WHERE!?! Okay, bye!"

"Everyone who wants to be in this competition needs to get in line!" The MC informed. I handed the woman her phone back. She smirked at me. I looked at Utau. She looked seriously ticked. "Why do I have to try out?" She asked glaring.

"You don't have the guts?" I asked, my voice full of fake innocence.

"I've got the guts." She replied stubbornly. "Amu, you really are a—"

I cut her off by walking toward the line. I knew she was right behind me because I could feel her hate waves. I won the battle.

There were people giving everyone in the line songs to sing. Utau's song was "Nobody's Home" by Avril Lavigne. Next I was assigned a song. Utau smirked when the tall lady told me the title. I knew the song well but still… How stereotypical…

Then a tall, klutzy, brown-haired girl with brown eyes got in line behind me. She was wearing a yellow sweater. It was the kind that shows one shoulder. Her faded denim skirt went just past her knees and she had on these adorable shoes. They were a jean material and had brown leather straps. She looked really pretty, but I grimaced and turned away just before she noticed me.

"A-A- Amu-chan!" My big sister screamed. I sighed. Could she ever whisper when guessing a person's identity? Doesn't she ever worry about being wrong? I turned to face her. I guess the fact that she's ALWAYS right doesn't help too much does it?

The woman who was giving people songs and words to the songs stood in front of her. She was looking really irritated. "Onee-chan, please pay attention…" I said, sweat dropping.

Ami, my onee-chan, looked at the woman and smiled. "Hello." The woman huffed and gave her the song sheet and moved on. The big red anime irritation mark was still on the back of her head. Ami looked down at the paper. "Yes! Look, Amu, look! I know this one!" I looked at the song. Oh. My. Gosh. Do you hate me?! I asked God. It was Hilary Duff's song "Play with Fire." Also known as Ami's new favorite song. Needless to say it was stuck in my head from her constantly singing it.

The song started playing in my head. I started rubbing my temples. "Utau, do you happen to have a gun?" I asked. "'Cause I need somebody to shoot me…" She looked at me as if I was crazy. Then she looked up behind me. I guess she just saw the reason for my distress because her normally composed face looked suspicious and slightly nervous. "My sister." I said. Now she was eyeing me even more. Great… Thanks Ami…

**************** 3 hours later********************

Utau's POV

We'd been standing in the female vocalist line for three hours. Only TWO girls got call backs so far. I was beginning to wish I DID have a gun… but not for me. For all these wannabes wasting space in front of me. I didn't have to worry about the no names because if you're absolutely horrible they call you off the stage. Poor little Amu… About to make a fool of herself in front of everybody—even her sister will see it. Too bad my family isn't here to see my victory… I thought, sighing. Twenty minutes later I climbed on stage to sing.

The music started and I started singing.

"I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,

She felt it everyday.

And I couldn't help her,

I just watched her make the same mistake again."

I sang my heart out. The MC dude told me to go backstage. I had a call back! Next was Amu's turn. Maybe she'd get lucky and sing back up for me. I'm the best! I thought. I knew… I believed…

Amu's POV

I know Utau's not going to expect this. I thought as I climbed the stage. Then I silently said, "Ami don't tell Mom!"

I was sitting on the stage when I started singing. My right leg was stretched out on the stage. My left leg was crossed over it. My left hand was on my left knee and I was leaned back. My right hand was on the stage supporting me.

"Boys call you sexy (What's up, sexy)
And you don't care what they say
See, every time you turn around
They screamin' your name

I rolled my eyes as if it were real. Like I was telling my life story. I stood up and put my hand on my hip. Looking at my sister I continued.
[Verse 1]Now I've got a confession hahaha
When I was young I wanted attention hahaha
And I promised myself that I'd do anything hahaha
Anything at all for the boys to notice me hahahaha
I dropped my arm to my side and stood the way I naturally do. They way my mother always says not to—with my legs far apart. My body's symmetry was perfect minus the arms. One hand gripped the mike the other pointed at myself as I said:
[Bridge]
But I ain't complaining
We all wanna be famous (I did a sweeping gesture including myself with my audience)
So go ahead and say what you wanna say
You know what it's like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
'Cause see when I was younger I would say
I tore the rubber band out of my pink hair and cameras started flashing like crazy. I was used to flashing cameras. Though they weren't normally pointed at me… I don't do this kind of thing often. But I was thinking anymore. I was just existing in the music.
[Chorus]
When I grow up (I put my hand next to my head and raised it higher)
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have Groupies
(I pointed at people in the audience including my sister. They ran on stage)
When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean (I bushed my shoulders and rocked my hips to the music)
Number one chick when I step out on the scene (I held up 1 finger)
[Hook x2]
But be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
But you just might get it
But You just might get it
I tapped my sister on her shoulder and she bent down. I sung this part to her like I was telling her a secret. Of course the mike was there….
[Verse 2]
They used to tell me I was silly
Until I popped up on the TV
I always wanted to be a superstar
And knew that singing songs would get me this far

[Bridge]
But I ain't complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say (I did the open and closing thing with my hand)
You know what it's like to be nameless (I pointed at someone in line. In retrospect the lady looked ticked when I did… (a/n: ya think?))
Want them to know what your name is
'Cause see, when I was younger I would say

[Chorus]
When I grow up
I wanna be famous (I flipped my hair)
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies
When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars (I did my hands like I was turning a steering wheel)
I wanna have Groupies (I gestured to my hand picked ones)
When I grow up
Be on TV
People on me
Be on magazines
When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick when I step out on the scene (1 finger)

[Hook x2]
Be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it ohh (close my eyes and hold my hands like I'm making a wish)
You just might get it ohh
You just might get it ohh

[Verse]
(There was a hyper brunette in my crew and I went over to her like I was gossiping. I pointed at a group of glaring girls by the bar)I see them staring at me
Oh I'm a trendsetter
Yes this is true 'cause what I do, no one can do it better
You can talk about me
'Cause I'm a hot topic (I gestured to my new clothes all from "Hot Topic and the Vans store.")
I see you watching me, watching me, and I know you want it (I pointed to a guy with blue hair and winked. The black haired girl next to him glared.)

[Chorus]
When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

[Chorus]
When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies
I got off the stage and started walking through the crowd. Or should I say switching through the crowd…
When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have Groupies
I stood on top of the bar and people swarmed around me.
When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick when I step out on the scene
(I did the 1 finger) (a/n: whenever this line is sung Amu puts up her index finger)
[Hook x2]
Be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

[Chorus]
When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have Groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick when I step out on the scene

[Hook x2]
Be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
(I started jumping up and down)You just might get it
You just might get it

I did the same pose that I started with and the music finished. My audience erupted in applause, cat calls, whistles, profanities, and people asking for pictures and autographs.

I guess this means I won.

Utau's POV

How did she beat me!?! I know she's a little tramp that's how. The little prostitute…

The MC took the mike. Her big sister was still on stage grinning with pride and saying. "That's my little sister!" She was telling everyone.

I still have a chance, right? I got a call back. I told myself.