Digimon World Tour

Digimon Adventure 02, Digimon Adventure, Digimon Data Squad, etc. 1999-2014 Toei Animation, Akiyoshi Hongo, Studiopolis, Saban Brands, etc.

Chapter 1: Auditions

Matt

All right, so there are those of you who know me already. This should be a quick recap. My name's Yamato Ishida, but most folks call me "Matt". I'm the lead vocalist and bass guitar player for The Teenage Wolves. As of 2013, I'm 18 years old. I've always been something of a rebel, not one to really follow the crowd. I had my whole summer at camp planned out until Mom dropped my little brother T.K. on me. The rest is history. My crest, hard to believe, is the Crest of Friendship, and I really think it's helped me out with my popularity. Girls are attracted to a loyal guy, and I've tried to stay loyal to all my friends. Especially Joe. He's gonna make a great doctor, especially when he figures out how to cure himself.

Anyway, my search for my new bandmates started after the school year ended, in March of 2012. The first person I chose was my brother T.K. I mean, what could be a better way for estranged brothers to bond than to be in a band together? He insisted on bringing Kari along, which was cool. I guess. I mean, she's Tai's sister, and I think Tai's an alright guy.

T.K.

Hey, guys. My name's Takeru Takaishi, but most people just call me "T.K.". The initials don't mean anything, it's just shorter for Takeru. Anyway, I'm one of the lead vocalists and electric guitar players on Matt's band, which is really cool. Looking back, it's hard to believe I was once just this little kid who was scared out of his mind. Boy, did I grow up quickly. My life's changed so much. I've seen death, despair, and loss; and I've had to remind myself daily about my crest's value. These challenges I've faced have helped me grow as a person and as a DigiDestined. I've made it my goal to stay positive and optimistic, but it hasn't been easy. For example, there was this one time Kari got sucked into this parallel universe. One moment, it looked like she was staticy, then she fainted. I was scared to death. Next thing I knew, Patamon, Gatomon, and I were called into this monochrome ocean and then had to fight off Airdramon. Since then, I renewed my vow I made during that battle with Piedmon to protect her. I guess you could think of me as a knight in shining armor.

After Oikawa died and we saved both worlds, I started writing a novel about our adventures. It took me two months to finish it, but I got the rough draft down. Well, it's more like a stream of consciousness, trying to remember all of what I'd done. I would've started editing it sooner, but I decided to hold off until I could write more objectively. Really good writers have to take personal emotion out of their works for it to be really valid.

Matt called me up and suggested I join his band. "But Matt, you know that's going to cut into basketball practice. I just made the Varsity team," I argued. "Look, we can adjust the schedule. We can have band practice after basketball. Besides, I know that chicks dig guys in a band," Matt slyly countered. "Oh? All right then." I hung up and then tuned Matt's old guitar. I won it with a double-sided coin, along with his baseball cards, which I sold to get another Fender Stratocaster. I must've spent weeks learning from Matt, and he was a great teacher.

We decided to hold tryouts on a Friday, after school. Kari got her tryout first, just to get it out of the way.

Matt

My best friend and closest rival's sister getting a free pass to join the band. This ought to be good. Eh, I guess I gave T.K. a pass too. After all, he is my kid brother.

Kari

Hi, my name's Kari. I'm Tai's little sister and nearly didn't get a Digimon partner. But I'm so glad I did. Gatomon's one of the closest friends I've ever had. I've been trying to get away from my brother so I can become stronger, and the band is the first step. I mean, I'll still be with my friends, but I can branch out a little on my own.

T.K. said I could be the first to tryout. I approached a makeshift microphone while Matt put on a pair of sunglasses. "Name?" Matt asked. "Kari Kamiya," I cheerfully answered. "Hi, Kari. What performing experience do you have?" "Well, I can sing, pretty well. At least, I think so." "...Yeah, we'll be the judge of that. What will you be singing?" "Um, gee, this is a tough one... don't want to be too contemporary. Do you guys know 'Woman in Love'?" "Streisand? Sure thing. Need any musical accompaniment?" T.K. asked. "Of course, I'd love some. Thanks." T.K. got up from his seat, looked through Matt's sheet music, and found something. Who knew he had Streisand? "Coming on strong, I see. Well, good luck," he whispered in my ear before he sat down and started playing. I cleared my throat and prepared myself.

["Woman in Love" (Acoustic Guitar Version)

Written by Barry and Robin Gibb

Performed by Kari Kamiya (Lara Jill Miller)

Backing Vocals by T.K. Takaishi (singing voice by Michael Cunio)]

T.K. starts playing the introduction on his acoustic guitar as Kari nervously looks to him. He silently encourages her as she begins. Streisand she clearly is not, but the original artist would approve.

Kari:

Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone
It's a lonelier place
I kiss the morning goodbye
But down inside
You know we never know why

The road is narrow and long
When eyes meet eyes
And the feeling is strong
I turn away from the wall
I stumble and fall
But I give you it all

I am a woman in love
And I'll do anything
To get you into my world
And hold you within
It's a right I defend
Over and over again
What do I do?

Kari looks nauseous. Matt gives her a thumbs-up as she regains her composure.

Kari:
With you eternally mine
In love there is
No measure of time
We planned it all at the start
That you and I
Live in each other's heart

We may be oceans away
You feel my love
I hear what you say
No truth is ever a lie
I stumble and fall
But I give you it all

In the original, Streisand holds a note for about 10 seconds while singing the line "I stumble and fall / But I give you it all" (with "all" the note being held). Kari doesn't make it nearly that far, as she nearly passes out, stopping just in time to catch her breath. And if the name of T.K.'s "singing voice" sounds familiar, it should be. He's from the group Under the Streetlamp. After all, you can't expect Mr. Erholtz to sing two parts at the same time, even if this is only a fanfiction.

Kari:
(T.K.: I am a woman in love
And I'll do anything
To get you into my world)
And hold you within
It's a right I defend
Over and over again
What do I do?

I am a woman in love
And I'm talking to you
You know I know how you feel
What a woman can do
It's a right I defend
Over and over again

(T.K.: I am a woman in love)
And I'll do anything
To get you into my world
And hold you within
It's a right I defend
Over and over again...
What do I do?

T.K. ends the song, strumming the last note as Kari comes to her conclusion. Matt slowly claps his hands, very much enjoying the effort.

Matt

"You started off shaky, but you pushed yourself. First off, you've got my permission to date my brother any time you want. Second, I think with a little bit of training, you could really blossom. Want to join?" I asked. Kari looked absolutely thrilled. "Oh yes! Yes, I would. Thank you so much," she said. "My pleasure. Come over here and join us." She excitedly walked over with T.K. as we welcomed in the next person.

This one looked like your average, typical, surly teenager; the kind who didn't care at all. His brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and he kept having to brush some of it away from his eyes. He wore a white T-shirt under an orange button-down shirt with blue jeans. I thought I could see some slight blood stains on his clothes, matching the dog tag he wore around his neck. He came up to the microphone. "Name?" I asked. "Marcus Damon, a name you should look out for," he answered, clearly pointing to me. I raised my eyebrow. "Oh, a tough guy, huh? So, why should you scare me?" He pointed to himself. "Because one day, I'm gonna be the ultimate fighter!" "Big whoop, my brother could beat you in a fistfight hands down," T.K. claimed. That didn't make Marcus too happy. "Oh really? Care to put your money where your mouth is, hotshot?!" he challenged, with flames in his voice. I had to cool this one down fast, so I stood up. "Yeah!" So, he jumped off the stage and charged towards me, roaring like a lion. I prepared myself, but he was too fast. I got a gut punch while I aimed for his face. He smiled triumphantly. "First rule of a fighter: always keep 'em guessing," he bragged. Kari tried breaking it up out of sheer concern. "Guys, these are auditions. This isn't a fight. Come on," she pleaded. "Ha, you're wasting your time," Marcus went on, continuing to lay on the punches. He got up to my face, and punched me in the eye. Kari's voice got serious. "I said that's enough!"

T.K.

Kari went behind this brawler and kicked him in the spinal column. That made him stop beating up Matt as he fell to the floor. "Man... where'd you learn to fight like that?" he finally asked Kari, after catching his breath. Her face went back to concern, as she was instantly sorry. "Oh no... I'm so sorry. Are you OK?" she asked, offering her hand. Marcus accepted her hand and got up. "It's OK. I guess I deserved it. I just didn't see that coming from a girl." "Well, you'd be surprised what three years of dance lessons can do," she cheerfully answered, with a smile coming over her face.

We finally got him back up on stage. Marcus didn't apologize at all, but I brushed it off. I hoped it wouldn't go any further. "So, what instruments do you play?" I asked. His answer was pretty short and quick. "Drums." "Drums? Wanna show us?" So, he got to the drums, tapped his sticks in the air, and then laid out this awesome drum solo. It was amazing. He was pounding those drums and cymbals like my brother's face. "Wow. Wow. Amazing! Awesome! That, that, that's just great!" He kept playing. "You can stop now!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, and he finally stopped. "So, you like it?" he asked. "Yeah." "You should really hear me when I'm in action. I've been listening to Foreigner. Dennis Elliott's the best." Matt found a compress and put it over his eye. "I heard your solo, but that doesn't give you any right to punch me," he called out to his attacker. "You did ask for it," Marcus countered. Matt just growled, and I tried to keep the peace. "All right, enough, you two. You're both the prettiest. Now, Marcus, we'll put you in the band if you apologize to Matt and you promise not to do it again without a good reason," I offered. He took me up on it. "Yeah, sure. Sorry, Matt. I guess." Matt just shrugged. "I guess that'll have to do for now," he said, just accepting it for what it was. For Marcus, it looked to me like it was completely mutual. "Hey, do you know 'Reaction to Action' by Foreigner?" "Sure."

["Reaction to Action"

Written by Mick Jones and Lou Gramm

Performed by The Teenage Wolves

Lead Vocals: Marcus Damon (Quinton Flynn)]

A microphone is set up to extend to the drums, where Marcus makes himself comfortable. He taps out the beat on his drumsticks and then gets to work as the band starts up. It seems that Marcus knows who he's singing it to: Kari, who is playing tambourine.

Marcus:

Hey!

Alright

It's hard getting through to me
I'm truly elusive
I got my own point of view
I am one of a kind
And I tell you l'il girl
I'm fascinated by you
See, there's something about you
That makes all the difference
Like the night is to day
Well, I can get along without you
But I know that within you
You've got what I'm missing
And I'll find a way

Marcus/Band:

To get reaction to action

Marcus:
Hey, say the word that would thrill me

Marcus/Band:
Yeah, I need reaction to action

Marcus:
Aw, just one look that would kill me

T.K. glares at Marcus disapprovingly, giving him a look that makes it clear with no uncertain terms that his girlfriend/best friend is strictly off limits to him.Marcus shrugs it off. Man, this guy is worse than Davis.

Marcus:
You got a way of drawing attention to you
You know you stand out in a crowd
But the way that you play
With any man's affections
Should never be allowed
See I consider myself
The one who will show you
I'd go as far as to say
Girl, I ain't leaving here without you
But you better understand
There's only one rule in this game we're gonna play

Marcus/Band:
And that's reaction to action

Marcus:
Maybe like a word that would thrill me

Marcus/Band:

I need reaction to action

Marcus:
One look that would kill me

Marcus/Band:
Give me reaction to action

Marcus:
It's getting late, I'd better make a definite move

Marcus/Band:
Reaction to action

Marcus:
And after that baby, it's up to you

As T.K. and Matt jam out with their guitars, Kari nonverbally makes herself unavailable and lets him know that he doesn't have a prayer with her, even going as far as kissing T.K. on the cheek before calmly making her way back.

Marcus/Band:
I need reaction to action

Marcus:
Just a word that would thrill me

Marcus/Band:
I need reaction to action
(Marcus: (spoken) You know what I'm talking about)
Give me some reaction to action

Marcus:
You got a look, you got a way that'll kill me

Marcus/Band:
Reaction to action, reaction to action, action
(Marcus: (spoken) Baby, don't think about it, just react)

Band:
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action

Matt

"OK, you're in. Just don't try hitting on Kari, all right?" T.K. asked. Marcus put his drumsticks up. "You don't need to tell me, I've just found out the hard way. She's all yours, buddy," he said. I grinned. Guy reminded me a lot of Tai.

Now that we had a drummer, we could really hold the auditions. Our next contestant came in. He had blonde hair, fair skin, a green T-shirt, white pants, and what looked like very expensive shoes. Even from just walking up to the microphone, he knew he was hot stuff. I wasn't too impressed, and neither was Marcus. "Name?" I asked. "Thomas H. Norstein," he answered. "Any musical experience?" He started counting off on his fingers. "Acoustic guitar, Fairlight, organ, piano, percussion, bass... you name it, I'll play it." ""Multi-instrumental. Impressive," T.K. started, but Marcus cut him off. "Whatever. So, where you from, Tommy boy?" he asked. "I prefer Thomas, thank you, and I'm actually half-Austrian. I'd actually like you to test my vocal ability first, if it's all right with you." He stepped over to the piano and sat down. Then, he cracked his knuckles. "You'd need an orchestra to get the full effect of this song, but I think I can do just fine with a piano," he explained. Then, he took a cleansing breath and started playing.

["Ammonia Avenue"

Written by Alan Parsons and Eric Woolfson

Performed by Thomas H. Norstein (Crispin Freeman)]

Thomas begins playing the song on the piano. His skill is that of a virtuoso, although considering who this is, that shouldn't surprise anyone.

Thomas:

Is there no sign of light as we stand in the darkness?
Watching the sun arise
Is there no sign of life as we gaze at the waters?
Into the stranger's eyes

And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek, and we shall find Ammonia Avenue

If we call for the proof and we question the answers
Only the doubt will grow
Are we blind to the truth or a sign to believe in?
Only the wise will know

And word by word they handed down the light that shines today
And those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray
Yes, those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray

Then, he begins his attempts at the long instrumental part of the piece. "This is where the full orchestra would come in," Thomas explains. He shortens the piece to compensate, then goes back to the main song.

Thomas:

When you can't hear the rhyme and you can't see the reason
Why should the hope remain?
For a man will be tired and his soul will grow weary
Living his life in vain

And who are we to justify the right in all we do?
Until we seek, until we find Ammonia Avenue

Through all the doubt, somehow they knew

Now, Thomas comes to the exciting climax.

Thomas:
And stone by stone they built it high
Until the sun broke through
A ray of hope, a shining light Ammonia Avenue

As he ends the song, Kari and T.K. gasp at the amount of talent he has, then give him a standing ovation.

Matt

T.K. and Kari just had to give him a standing ovation. Marcus was a completely different story. "What was that, huh? This ain't some audition for the glee club, Rich Boy. This is for a rock and roll band." Rich Boy gasped. "You mean that had no effect on you? I thought The Alan Parsons Project had an effect on everyone!" "That was a project? What, he didn't finish it?" "He did," Thomas growled. The two stared at each other with daggers in their eyes. This was going to be fun.

While Kari tried breaking up the fight, another person came in. From what I could tell, he was about 20, tall for his age, stocky with a bit of muscle (maybe 15%), brown hair, and blue eyes with glasses. His outfit was just blue jeans, white socks, tennis shoes with some grass stains, and a black T-shirt. He brought in his own guitar in a case on his back.

Greg

'Sup? My name's Greg Logan, and I'm originally from Atlanta, Georgia. My parents and my little brother Gary moved here to Odaiba, Tokyo, Japan when I was 12. Dad's been trying to get all of us to learn Japanese, but it hasn't been easy. However, a few weeks of using Rosetta Stone for three hours a day helped, not to mention that a lot of people know and speak English.

I got up to the mic. "Name?" the spiky-haired teen asked me. "Greg Logan." "Hmm, that's a strange name. Where are you from?" "Originally?" "Yeah." "Atlanta, Georgia, America. Been here for eight years. Now, you're Matt, right?" "Yeah." "Nice to meet you." Another teen wearing a bucket hat spoke up. "My name's Takeru, but you can call me T.K. This is Kari." "Hi." One look, and I was hooked. Her smile beautifully complimented the white and pink turtlenecked shirt and pink detached sleeves. "Eh... hi," I choked out as I stared at her.

Kari

Why is everyone staring at me like I'm a piece of meat?

Greg

She started to look uncomfortable, so Matt snapped his fingers at me. "Yo! Greg! Yes, that's Kari, our backup vocalist. I know, she's beautiful, but she's a lot more than that." Another blonde got up from his piano and offered his hand. "Oh, so you're auditioning for this band as well? Pleased to meet you. My name is Thomas H. Norstein." I accepted it. "Greg Logan. Hi, Tom." "I actually prefer Thomas." A guy with a ponytail caught my attention. "Yeah, yeah. Are you here to rock, or are you here to 'impress' us with your 'multi-instrumentalism'?" "Nice to meet you too, didn't catch your name." "Marcus Damon, and don't you forget it." "Believe me, I won't," I said. Turning to Thomas, I quietly added, "As much as I'd like to." He nodded his head.

"Anyway, what's your talent?" Matt asked. "Talent? Oh yeah, I play electric guitar. Been playing for six years now." I took out my guitar from my case and set it up to an amplifier. Then, I tuned it with my SN-1 tuner. T.K. looked interested. "Is that an SN-1?" he asked. "Uh huh. Got it cheap off of Amazon." "Nice. So, what are you going to play?" "'Don't Dream It's Over' by Crowded House. Do you guys know that?" They got up and went into their positions. That was all I needed to know.

["Don't Dream It's Over"

Written by Neil Finn

Performed by The Teenage Wolves

Lead Vocal: Greg Logan (Doug Erholtz)]

As the drummer taps out the beat, Matt plays the introduction on his bass as the song starts up. Greg approaches the mic.

Greg:

There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me

(Matt/T.K./Kari: Hey now, hey now)
Don't dream it's over
(Matt/T.K./Kari: Hey now, hey now)
When the world comes in
(Matt/T.K./Kari: They come, they come)
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win

Now I'm towing my car
There's a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof
In the paper today, tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V. page

Greg/Band:
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us

Greg:
We know they won't win

As we come to the instrumental bridge, I've got a pretty good feeling that Greg will fit in just fine with this group. Greg comes back to the mic, with plenty of concentration and determination.

Greg:
Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and release

(All: Hey now, Hey now)
Don't dream it's over
(All: Hey now, Hey now)
When the world comes in
(All: They come, they come)
To build a wall between us
You know that they won't win
Don't let them win
(Matt/T.K./Kari: Hey now, Hey now)
(Matt/T.K./Kari: Hey now, Hey now)
Hey now, Hey now
Don't let them win
(Matt/T.K./Kari: Hey now, Hey now)

Don't let them win

(Matt/T.K./Kari: Hey now, Hey now)
(Matt/T.K./Kari: They come, they come)

(repeat until fade)

Matt

I high-fived everyone. "Great job, Greg. I think you're just what we're looking for," I told Greg. He just let out a beaming, yet masculine smile. "Thanks, man." I invited him to sit down, and he joined the others, making sure to avoid Marcus.

We waited about half an hour for the next person to come in. It was a girl, this time, wearing a turquoise-turtlenecked T-shirt with a broken heart on the front, with short button-fly blue jeans, red wrist bands, white socks, red steel-toed sneakers, and buckles around her waist and leg. Her hair was in a spiked ponytail, almost looking like a pineapple.

Rika

All right. The name's Rika Nonaka, and I don't take crap from anyone. I live for a challenge, which is why I took up the keyboards. A world of infinite possibilities lies in those 88 keys, and I want to master all of them, letting nothing stand in my way. I'm what you call a perfectionist with the mentality of a man. I'm not afraid to show my feminine side, but I will destroy anyone who tries to exploit that.

My steps were bold and decisive as I approached the mic. This one older boy with glasses just drooled at me. I snarled at him. Nobody ever gets a cheap shot at me. The older boy with the spiky hair asked for my name. "Rika Nonaka," I confidently stated. "Where are you from?" he asked. "Shinjuku." "That means you took the train here. Interesting." "Yeah, so? I haven't got all day, ya know." "OK, OK. Sheesh. What instrument do you play, Ms. Nonaka?" "Keyboards." "And what will you be performing for us?" "'Mr. Know it All' by Kelly Clarkson." I walked over to the keyboards, turned it on, and set it up.

["Mr. Know It All"

Written by Brian Seals, Ester Dean, Brett James, and Dante Jones

Performed by Rika Nonaka (Melissa Fahn)]

Rika starts playing on the keyboards as she silently counts herself in. Her delivery matches the song quite well, but also matches Rika's personality: negative, independent, grouchy, dark, and cynical. Marcus joins her on the drums.

Rika:

Mr. Know It All
Well you, you think you know it all
But you don't know a thing at all ain't it
Ain't it something y'all
When somebody tells you something about you
Think that they know you more than you do
So you take it down, another pill to swallow

Mr. Bring Me Down
Well you, you like to bring me down, don't you
But I ain't laying down
Baby I ain't going down
Can't nobody tell me how it's gonna be
Nobody's gonna make a fool out of me
Baby you should know that I lead not follow

Oh you think that you know me, know me
that's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely
'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me

You ain't got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me

Matt

I had to stop her there, so I put my hands up. "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" I called. She wouldn't stop, so I had to walk over to her keyboard and turn it off. She stopped and angrily glared at me. "What's your problem?!" "Look, I get it. I think I can tell just from this song something about you. You remind me a lot of myself. Your skill at the keyboard's great, and your vocals check out, but... there's something about your song choice that I don't like." "That's not what your Craigslist ad said," she shot back. She tried to walk away, but I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back in. Kari looked concerned as usual. I calmly looked right into her eyes, and tried to stay as calm as I could. "Now Rika, we're gonna try something else here. 'Listen To Your Heart' by Roxette. I'll even let you be lead vocal. If you mesh well with the band, then you're in. If it doesn't go well by the end of the song, you're out. Got it?" "...Fine." "OK, do you even know that song?" "It just so happens that I like Roxette." "Good. Come on up, guys."

So, we set up for the number. Greg, T.K., and I strapped on our guitars while Marcus sat behind the drums and Thomas sat at the piano. "Boy, you don't take any prisoners, do ya, Matt?" Marcus quipped. "Mind if I get your number?" Greg asked Rika. Rika showed her teeth.

["Listen to Your Heart"

Written by Per Gessle and Mats Persson

Performed by The Teenage Wolves

Lead Vocal: Rika Nonaka (Melissa Fahn)]

Thomas plays the introduction on the piano as Rika joins in and the band awaits their cues.

Rika:

I know there's something in the wake of your smile
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah
You've built a love, but that love falls apart
Your little piece of heaven turns to dark

The other instruments soon join in.

Rika/Band:
Listen to your heart when he's calling for you
Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why
But listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye

Rika starts to relax, put her guard down a little, and really get into the song. You know, have some fun with it. The others are starting to enjoy her more, too.

Rika:
Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yeah
They're swept away and nothing is what it seems
The feeling of belonging to your dream

(Band: Listen to your heart) when he's calling for you
Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why
But listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye

Greg lays down a guitar solo.

Rika:
And there are voices that want to be heard.
So much to mention but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic, the beauty that's been (Kari: the beauty that's been)
When love was wilder than the wind.

Rika/Band:
Listen to your heart (Kari: Take a listen to it) when he's calling for you
Listen to your heart, (Kari: Take a listen to it) there's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why,
But listen to your heart before, ohhhhh

Listen to your heart (Kari: Take a listen to it) when he's calling for you
Listen to your heart (Kari: Take a listen to it), there's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why,
But listen to your heart, before you tell him goodbye.

The band starts settling it down and wrapping it up. Rika plays the keyboard solo and ends it.

Matt

I high-fived and fistbumped everyone. "That was spectacular, guys. I really think we've got a winning band here," I said. "Yeah, that went really well," T.K. added. "Yeah, we're gonna kill the competition!" Marcus chimed in. So, I led the team into a wolf howl.

Author's Notes:

This is a more music-heavy chapter, but these are auditions, after all.

Yes, two of your favorite female DigiDestined are together in the same band. There will be romantic situations a-plenty, especially since Greg eyes both of them. Which will he choose? Will they want to be chased? What will T.K. do about Kari?

And Marcus and Thomas are in the same group again. Should be interesting. Next chapter, we're introducing the Digimon.

No, Matt and the Teenage Wolves will not be an 80s tribute band.