Hey here's chapter 4. You know what to do. Enjoy.

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Chapter 4

Team Avatar was in Mako's red 2014 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray on their way to the BBR music shop in the Dragon Flats Plaza in downtown Republic City. (If you google image "red convertible corvette', it's the first image below the picture suggestions).

"I can't believe we actually have a chance, guys." Bolin exclaimed from the back seat. "Team Avatar actually has a chance to get out of the garage."

"I know." Asami added. "It's unbelievable." She paused. "I actually remember the day we became a band."

"I remember, too." Said Korra, turning in the passenger's seat to face Asami. "We all met in high school during band club and were best friends ever since."

~~~~~~~FLASHBACK ~~~~~~~

It was the last period of school on a Friday. Band club was messing around with their instruments and talking about their favorite music and such.

Mako was tuning his red Squire Stratocaster. He wore a white Sublime t-shirt that had a sun with a face on it. He had on worn out, black faded blue jeans and a matching black leather belt. His shoes were dirty red, worn out Adidas sneakers with black laces. His jet black hair was short and styled into a minnie fohawk that complimented his piercing golden eyes.

His brother was quite different from him, though. He had handsome green eyes. His hair was short, above ear length, with long black sideburns that thickly lined his jaw. He wore a green t-shirt that read 'No Sleep Til Brooklyn.' He had on baggy, light grey jeans with holes in the knees that were pulled down a bit to show his Irish green boxers. His sneakers were Green Goofy Boy Nike's that had seen better days.

A girl of about 18 with long, flowing black hair and jade green eyes walked through the door and set up next Bolin and Mako. She wore knee high, black riding boots, faded black skinny jeans that were tucked into the boots with a thin black leather belt. She wore a black Rage Against the Machine t-shirt with the sleeves intentionally cut off. Over her shirt, she wore a dark grey leather jacket with the name 'Asami' written in white cursive text on the back.

"Hi, I'm Bolin and I play bass guitar." Bolin smiled widely and held out his hand for the girl to shake.

She grabbed his hand and shook firmly. "I'm Asami and I play lead guitar." She looked up to the tall and brooding figure in front of her. "Who's this?" She held out her hand for Mako to shake.

He shook her hand. "I'm Bolin's brother, Mako. I play guitar and sing." He said in a deep voice.

"I've never seen you before." Bolin said rubbing his sideburns.

"I'm new here." She said. "Moved here to Maine from Washington, state." She stated

"That's quite a ways." Mako added. "How do you like RP high so far?"

"The classes are"—She was cut off by someone barging through the door carrying a pair of drumsticks in her right hand.

She walked to the solid, ocean blue drum set on a small stage behind the group of three. She sat on the stool and began to adjust the set to her liking… Angrily.

She looked up for a moment and caught the gazes of pale green, amber and green eyes staring at her. "What?" She asked rather annoyed.

"Why are you always angry when you come in here?" Bolin asked which earned him an elbow to the ribs from Mako as to say "She's on the top of the boxing team, she can kill you."

Korra looked at the boy with a scowl before she spoke. "I'm just an angry person." She replied rather calmly.

"There has to be a reas-OW! Stop that, Mako." Bolin rubbed his aching ribs.

The girl stepped off the small stage and made her way over to Mako. She stood in front of him, staring into his very soul. She had tanned skin, big cerulean eyes and long dark brown hair, styled with blue hair clips, into three ponytails. Two in the front and one in the back. She wore a white tank top with Green Day's Nimrod album cover on the front. Over that she wore a faded grey jean vest covered in splats of white paint. Her blue jeans were baggy and had a blue, makeshift rope belt holding them up. She wore black leather combat boots that were peeling at the heels and toes.

She continued to stare at him then spoke. "Are you the guy that fell off the roof at Iroh's party last week?" She smirked and pointed at him

"… No." He lied. He got really drunk and attempted to jump in the pool from the roof, but slipped and broke his collarbone.

"Yeah you are." She continued. "I know that because before I drove you to the hospital, I made out with you." She face-palmed. "Now I remember. Your name is Mako." She held out her hand which he shook. "I'm Korra." She looked to the other two. "You're his brother, Bolin." She pointed to Bolin. "And you're… Who are you?" She asked the raven haired girl.

"I'm Asami." She shook Korra's hand

After a long conversation, they four of them were best friends and knew everything about each other. Mostly regarding music, though.

Their favorite song is I Love Rock 'n Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. They all love expressing their feeling through their music. Stuff like that.

They stayed after and decided to play a song they all new. American Idiot by Green Day. Korra would be on drums; Bolin on bass guitar, Asami on lead guitar and Mako would sing and play any small parts on the guitar if needed.

Don't wanna be an American Idiot
Don't wanna nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Well maybe I'm the faggot america
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along in the age of paranoia

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Don't wanna be an American Idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
It's calling out to idiot America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue.

"Wow, guys." Exclaimed Bolin. "That was amazing. We should start a band."

"That's a good idea." Korra said. "We're already great friends. So… Why not?"

~~~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~~~~

The four friends walked into the music store and saw a wide variety of instruments and equipment. Mako walked up to the front desk where a tall man with long black hair and a ripped white t-shirt stood.

"Can I help you, young sir?" The man asked unenthusiastically.

"I would like to sign up my band for an audition for a spot at BB Records." Mako asked as he leaned on the desk.

The man took out an application and handed it to him. "Fill this out."

The group sat down in a waiting area as Mako filled out the application. He read it aloud.

Number of band members: _Four_

Name of Band: _Team Avatar_

First Member: _Mako Ito_

Instrument: _Singer, Guitar_

Sec. Member: _Bolin Ito_

Instrument: _Bass Guitar_

Third Member: _Korra Yamamoto_

Instrument: _Drums_

Fourth Member: _Asami Sato_

Instrument: _Lead Guitar_

Email address: _makoito

Home address: _1234 Street St._

Home Phone: _555-1234_

Mako handed the man the application. The man, whose nametag read 'Tom', handed him a piece of paper with a location and time on it. "Here's where it's goin' down. You need to be there an hour before the show starts which is 10:00pm. You gotta bring your own instruments; the technology is already provided for you. Got that?" Mako nodded then Team Avatar left the store to go practice.

Did you like it?

Korra: Yeah, but you said you were going to introduce a new character.

Me: Well I lied.

Korra: I should shank you.

Mako: Korra, remember the last time you threatened to shank someone?

Korra: *Sighs* I shanked Mel Gibson, stole his clothes, lit him on fire then put him out with a bucket salt water.

Me: *Starts to shake uncontrollably at the thought of being burned alive*

Korra: But it was justified.

Mako: *Turns to me* He spilled hot coffee on her.

Me: d-di-did he apologize?

Mako: Never gave him the chance to.

Korra: He was never going to anyways.

Bolin: Doesn't mean you had to set him on fire.

Me: When did you get here? *Points to Bolin*

Bolin: ... I don't know.

Asami: *Points to me* Just wrap this up it's getting too long

Me: Okay.

Korra: *Pulls me up by the shirt* And don't lie or I will torture you worse than I did Mel Gibson.

Me: ALRIGHT ALRIGHT *Korra sets me down*

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