Chapter 22 Let's not Go!

"Get your shorts out of your butt Sora and let's go!" Roxas shouts banging on Sora's door.

"Hold on, hold on!" Sora shouts trying to straighten a potrait of Kairi hung on the wall." It's kinda hard!"

"Stop playing with yourself and come on!" Roxas shouts.

The two were on their way to audition for a spot in Kingdom Idol which was a big deal. Somehow, Xehanort and co. had managed to win the trophy. Twenty times in a row for four years. It's held at least five times a year, and today is the very, very, very, very first one. Well the audition at least.

Meanwhile, Storm is busy trying to figure out how he is going to fix his problem. He could buy it again, but then that would be a waste of money. Or he could try to fix it, but that would cost more time than buying it again. There was the option of making a new one, but he'd have to go back to his homeworld and gather the materials again, which would mean even more time. He hated making descions like this one.

"Sora come on! We're going to be late!" Roxas shouts somewhere in the house to his other half.

They did bother him about that stupid thing today, which he had no interest in taking part of. Sure it was something that would be interesting, but he had more important things to do than be a part of some talent show. If he didn't get his problem fixed, then he would be screwed as the thing is very important to him. Maybe he should ask one of the girls if they had the thing he needed.

Just then somebody knocked at his door.

"It's open!" Storm calls as the person walks in." Oh, hey Nams! Hows it going!?"

"Did Sora and Roxas leave!?" Namine barks in a light blue dress that shines like clear blue water.

"Pretty sure as Roxas was telling Sora to get his shorts out of his butt," Storm replies raising an eyebrow." Why? Double date?"

Namine blushes slightly at the comment.

"Of course not!" Namine shouts putting her hands on her hips." It's the auditions for Kingdom Idol!"

"You're into that?" Storm asks confused.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Namine challenges.

"Nothing just that I'd never think of you as a girl that would particiapte omething like that," Storm replies." Anyway, did they promise you all would leave together?"

"Yes! Four times!" Namine exclaims angry." They can't live without my voice as they are tone dead!"

"Really?" Storm asks even more interested in this." Then how about we make a deal?"

"What knid of deal?" Namine retorts." And what does it involve."

"Well, see I play guitar and can sing pretty good, so I was thinking that we-the two of us- could audition ourselves, and outshine those two idiots. But see, I was thinking that you could help me get a new string for my guitar and maybe a new gutair as the one I have is on its last legs so to speak."

Namine slowly nods her head in agreement.

"Sounds like a plan since I have 400 mil that I wanted to burn on something."

Storm looks at her shocked.

"My fans, and salvry, gives me that amount."

"Aw."

It took about five minutes for Storm to get into his outfit that he was supposed to be in, but he decided to wear his orginal due to the fact of the new one being too itchy. Namine stuck to her old outfit, but Storm made her change it to a replica of his outfit. Only difference is that its a white dress with zippers on the sides for decroration.

"Storm, I'm not so sure about this," Namine replies as they walk through the door.

"C'mon, it can't be that bad!" Storm assures her as a couple wearing something similar to theirs walks by.

"Can't believe they made fun of my dress!" The girl that is apparently French shouts while the guy pats her back.

"Could be worse, we could've have been the tone deaf twins," The guy that is apparently Irish assures her.

Namine looks at Storm who looks at her.

"Well, at least we're not the people before them!" Storm exclaims.

Sorry for the shortness, I kinda goofed off, so now I'm behind. So you'll find out more about this in a flashback somewhere later on. So sorry for the inconvience.