AN: I'm really chuffed people are enjoying this absolute hedonistic self-indulgence as much as I am. I hope you're all listening to rock music like it's 2004 and thinking about all the new Naruto x Linkin Park AMVs appearing on the up and coming website YouTube.

"I wonder what we'll play for you tonight / Something heavy or something light?" One Chord Wonders by The Adverts

When Sakura opens the door to the dance class the first thing she sees is Ino bent over with her hands on her knees, laughing like she's never seen anything funnier. And she supposes it is humorous; the fact that Kakashi's secret "next big thing" have finally been forced into participating in regular talent training right before debut season begins.

It hadn't gone down well. A fortnight after signing, Kakashi had taken her, Naruto and Sasuke aside to explain Uchiha Studios' programme of classes and lessons that all new talents were required to take.

"Like… school?" Naruto had said, sounding distinctly displeased. "Kakashi… I'm twenty five."

Unfortunately for Sakura, classes meant dancing, because even though she's staunchly behind the drumkit the producers still insist that training her body is a necessary part of her ongoing improvement. They also insist she and the boys get the exact same schedule, but Sakura doesn't believe it: this is entertainment, after all, and it's all about selling an image. She rebels in her own way, wearing the loosest, oldest tracksuit she has, a tattered old affair that should've been binned years ago.

"Oh, Forehead," Ino crows, looking right at home with the other starlets in her stylish purple exercise gear and jaunty ponytail. "What did you do to end up in here?"

Sakura rolls her eyes, shifting from side to side to warm up. It's immediately clear that Ino's already ruling the roost: not even the teacher interrupts her best friend's taunting.

"I assumed," she replies drolly, "that the higher ups don't want me kicking anyone in the face."

A few of the other young women edge away visibly at her statement, though Sakura's amused to see they still hover around the fringes of the conversation, because even when she's ignoring them, Ino is just that magnetic.

"Fair," the blonde replies with a shrug, before tugging on Sakura's arms and pulling her front and centre.

"Pig…" Sakura warns, but Ino just flashes her most winning smile.

"We'll go easy today," she assures her, before throwing the teacher a look that's more bared teeth than pleasant grin. "Right?"

"Of course," the dance instructor agrees, bobbing her head like she's one of Ino's house staff.

The next forty-five minutes are pure torture. Sakura is athletic: she runs every day, visits a gym, lifts weights and wood and helps her father with the heavy stuff, but dancing just isn't in her blood and all her drummer's co-ordination drains away as soon as the music starts.

"I'm never doing that again," she howls at the end of the session, pathetically grateful for the way her friend is fanning her branded Uchiha towel in her face.

"I never want to see it again," Ino agrees. "Can't you just keep going to your local gym, the one that boy from school works at? Or did the powers that be decide you shouldn't do martial arts any more?"

Sakura sits up from her splayed position, shooting Ino a decidedly cheeky grin. "Well here's the thing," she whispers, "I never told them about it."

The two women share a giggle before picking themselves up from the floor.

"Devious, Sakura-chan," Ino compliments, linking her arm through Sakura's as they wander back to get changed before heading home. "I take it that's what the baggy jumpers are about: to hide all these wretched muscles."

Wrinkling her nose in false affront, the pink-haired drummer taps her chin before replying.

"That's more because I wouldn't be caught dead in this," she teases, taking a liberal handful of Ino's shoulder strap and pinging the elastic fabric against her skin.

"Bitch!" Ino squeals, shoving her to the side. They're just about to duck into the changing room when a smooth voice calls from down the corridor, sending an unpleasant shiver of recognition down Sakura's spine.

"Ino-chan," Uchiha Obito says, and because they're pressed against one another Sakura feels the way her best friend's body stiffens.

Her smile is a picture as they turn to greet the producer. Ino would make a great actress, Sakura thinks with a frown, before pulling herself into a polite bow.

"How was practice?" he asks, not even acknowledging Sakura's presence.

"Fine," Ino replies shortly. "I'm just about to go-"

"Ah, actually," Obito cuts in, putting his hand on the blonde's other arm. "There's something urgent we need to discuss, so if you could come with me now…"

Ino's pretty nose screws up in distaste. "But I'm just out of the class, I need to shower…"

"You can use the one in my office," he replies with a smile, but it's not at all kind, nor is it an offer. Hearing it for the command that it is, Ino extricates herself from Sakura's solid grasp, giving Obito a short bow before ducking into the room to get her stuff.

Sakura doesn't follow; she stands with her arms folded outside the changing room, watching as the Uchiha producer leans against the wall with his hands in his pockets, nodding to people who acknowledge him as they pass.

"How is Ino getting on?" she asks, half for something to say and half to force him to pay attention to her presence.

"Are you her mother?" Obito retorts, and it's delivered just jovially enough that she cannot take it as the insult it was. "Ino's going to do great things for the Uchiha."

She doesn't quite like the sound of that. And it's not what she's asking.

"When's her debut?"

"A fan, huh? I hear she has a lot amongst the new talent."

So he didn't recognise her. That suits Sakura just fine, although it did hurt, to be so overshadowed by her friend's brilliance that she's completely forgettable. Hearing the door open behind her, Sakura shoots Obito a look filled with real venom before turning to Ino, who'd emerged from the changing room with her bag in hand.

"Here," Sakura says, pulling her tracksuit top over her own head and pulling Ino's arms though it.

"Thanks, Prince Charming," Ino whispers with a smile, leaning forward to kiss her cheek before turning to Obito with a far falser expression. He doesn't look back at Sakura as they walk down the busy corridor, but she hears the tut under his breath, and watches as Ino adjusts the tracksuit so it hangs past her mid thighs.

When Ino holds up her hand in a wave that's more of a salute, Sakura finds herself grinning fiercely, amused that they'd so smoothly thwarted the producer's no doubt inappropriate ideas.

Bastard, she thinks savagely. Abandoning all thoughts of heading home, Sakura grabs her stuff and stalks at full speed to the practice room. Heedless of her half-dressed and frankly demonic appearance, she needs to spend some time alone, feel the thrill of music instead of the thrill of confrontation. But more importantly…

She needs to hit something. Hard.

"Whoa, what the fuck?"

Naruto's voice is at once incredulous and yet an almost-whisper, and it's so out of character for him that Sasuke hesitates before following him into the sound booth.

"What?" he hisses, poking his head through the door. The lights are off, and nothing looks particularly out of the ordinary; but Naruto stands in the centre of the room with his hands on his head, staring at something through the privacy glass that separates the mixers and producers from their recording space.

"Sakura-chan is like, playing the drums in the dark!"

That stops him. Naruto turns to his best friend and crouches down, hands sliding from his hair to his cheeks, doing a fairly decent impression of a man in despair. "Is it an artistic breakdown Sasuke? What should we do? We're debuting soon!"

"Shut up, idiot," Sasuke replies, voice pitched quietly. It wasn't likely she'd see or hear them with the darkness and the sound proofing, but for some reason both of them felt the need to crouch below window level. "Haven't you ever just felt the need to play, wherever?"

Naruto doesn't get it, giving him a blank look before twisting and peeking over the mixers to the darkened studio.

"Like that? I dunno Sasuke, I can't see very well but there's some serious stick abuse going on in there."

He makes a choked noise, and Sasuke twists to follow him onto his knees, but the other musician puts a heavy hand on his shoulder, pushing him back to the floor.

"Oh fuck, uh, it doesn't look as though Sakura's got any clothes on?"

"What?" Sasuke throws Naruto's hand off his shoulder, attempting to look over the gently blinking recording equipment, but once again Naruto shoves him down, looking at him with an aghast expression.

"Let me up," Sasuke presses, maneuvering into a position where he can better push against Naruto's solid weight. "I've got better night vision than you."

"Exactly," Naruto exhales. "Don't be a pervert."

"I'm not-"

There's a crash from next door, loud enough to echo through the soundproofing, and both young men look over the control panel to see a cymbal coming to a stop against the wall, flung off the kit as a result of Sakura's ferocious drumming.

She doesn't stop playing, and from the angle she's bent over the kit Sasuke can see that she's wearing - at least - some kind of bra and trousers. He feels the slightest hint of a blush across his cheeks, because it's the first time he's seen her, even though only dimly, wearing anything less than a massive jumper and jeans.

"She's not naked, usuratonkachi," Sasuke sighs, hand against his temple. "I don't think there's a problem, Sakura's obviously just-"

He's cut off by what sounds like demonic roaring from the recording room, and they turn back to the window to see their bandmate's teeth bared in a snarl, her face a storm as she hits the kit with more abuse than they've ever seen. The analytical part of Sasuke notes that even enraged Sakura is still very, very good, a thought that registers as he exchanges a wide-eyed glance with his best friend and moves to back away.

"Maybe we should go," he starts, about to suggest a hasty exit, but Naruto shakes his head vigorously.

"No way, you should stay here and make sure she doesn't tear the studio up," Naruto cautions. "I'd stay too, but…"

He looks away from Sasuke and eyes his bag, slung over the chair and the reason they'd returned to the studio in the first place. It's Wednesday, the night of Naruto's weekly 'allowed' dates with Hinata, and Sasuke knows how much it means to the pair of them to spend the time together, her overprotective father notwithstanding.

"Go," Sasuke says, shooing the singer away and taking up residence in the central recording chair. "I'll stay. Change the signs outside to say it's occupied."

Naruto nods fervently, glancing back at the sight of Sakura thrashing her arms around in the dim studio. "Will you let me know if she's okay?"

Sasuke doesn't reply, simply makes another shooing motion with his hand before putting his feet up on the powered-down electronics. Sakura's playing reminds him of when he needs to lash out, an angered, frantic playing to channel some of the rage and annoyance he feels at his father, his brother, people who doubt him. Though he's half-tempted to join in her vengeful sound Sasuke knows it's not the kind of session to interrupt, and so he simply sits back and waits. It looks like it's going to take some time, if the pile of shattered drumsticks indicates anything, and so he slides recording headphones on to better hear the sounds Sakura makes when she's angry.

I must've fallen asleep, he thinks some time later, coming to and realising he's no longer listening to the music of Sakura's rage.

The thought promptly abandons him as he feels hands removing the headphones from his ears, his black eyes springing open to find Sakura bent over his prone form, her face absurdly close to his.

"Sasuke," she greets, and he tries to mask the way his heart leapt into his throat at her unexpected appearance. She hasn't, he notices, turned the lights on. "What are you doing here?"

He blinks to clear his confusion, but all it does is wipe the sleep from his vision, drawing his attention to the way Sakura's hair is darkened with sweat, her features even and curious in the dull light from the monitors. Inadvertently his gaze drifts lower, following the shine of sweat down the curve of her neck across her collarbones, down to where she cradles his headphones in one hand, the other balanced on the arm of his chair.

"Uh," Sasuke manages, still looking at the way Sakura's muscles shift with her slight movements. "Naruto thought you were having an artistic meltdown."

Above him, Sakura snorts, and he's glad to hear she sounds amused rather than annoyed. "As you can see," she taunts, though there's a hint of embarrassment in her voice and she stands up, moving away from him, "I am not."

"No," he agrees. They look at each other in the dark for a moment, her chest still heaving from the exertion of her playing. He sits up properly in the chair, dropping his feet back to the ground. "Are you…?"

He doesn't finish the sentence, but the meaning is clear, and Sakura nods at him before stretching her arms above her head in a drummer's stance.

"I'm fine, Sasuke," she says, but he misses it because he's distracted by the way Sakura's curves stretch and twist with her arms above her head. It is not, he realises, an opportune time to realise that muscles kind of appeal to him.

"Are you heading home?" he asks instead, hoping to dispel the warmth in his belly. "It's late. And you know Naruto and Kakashi worry."

He doesn't include himself, but Sasuke knows that Sakura knows he worries, too.

"I can look after myself," Sakura replies, falling into an easy stance that speaks of long practice. "I do… some martial arts, sometimes."

She smiles as he shakes his head in light exasperation, though with what he's just seen and heard Sasuke is abruptly sure that she could, in most cases, handle it. The guitarist stands, plucking the headphones from her grip before putting a hand on his hip and his other in his pocket, jangling his keys.

"Hn, you don't need a lift, then?" Sasuke says, a rare tease. It's partly to cheer her up and partly to reassert himself, keep his cool at the uncomfortable realisation that he's kind of, fairly, maybe a little attracted to the way his drummer looks after she's been working out.

"Ah, wait!" Sakura throws her hands out placatingly, rushing back into the studio where she's cast her stuff around in whatever rage she'd been in earlier. "Could I please have a ride, Sasuke-kun?"

He pretends to consider it, although he's already walking to hold the door open for her as they leave the studio.

"I guess," he concedes, eventually, and has to turn his head to conceal the smirk that stretches across his mouth when she punches the air victoriously. Sakura hums all the way down to the car, and he holds back a laugh when he realises she's singing along to one of their own songs.

Before he unlocks the door, Sasuke looks at his bandmate, standing expectantly by the passenger seat, her face open and her arms crossed against the cool of the car park.

"Take this," he says, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders and throwing it across the roof of the vehicle. She does, but he doesn't expect her to thank him with laughter as she zips his coat up, falling into the seat beside him with a grin that he recognises as her most indulgent.

"Thanks," she says brightly, her chin in hand as she watches him pull out of the garage. "I guess we're both Prince Charming!"

Her nonsense doesn't make any sense, and Sasuke just gives her a dirty look before pulling away into the night, but he'd be lying if he said the sound of her laughter wasn't a relief after hearing her furious despair.

The next week, Ino debuts. It surprises everyone: Uchiha Studios follows a strict policy of introducing new talents as a group, so for Ino to appear outside of that window shakes the nest, from the press to the new talents to the members of Sakura's group.

Perhaps worst of all, she finds out at the same time as the rest of the band. A runner comes in to grab Kakashi as they're wrapping up practice, a well-dressed professional Sakura now recognises as his secretary Shizune.

"Kakashi-sama," she murmurs respectfully, and while it's easy to forget that Kakashi is an executive when he's wearing faded old band t-shirts, working the strings and co-ordinating their practice, it's impossible when Sakura sees the sleek clipboard embossed with his name that Shizune carries.

Nodding to get his charges to tidy up, Sakura tries to eavesdrop on their frazzled conversation but stops when she sees Sasuke's disapproving frown. She's tempted to stick her tongue out but that's something she reserves for Naruto's antics; and he's as guilty as she is, giving his best friend a hang-dog stare that's met with utter stoicness as the Uchiha makes them set the practice room to rights.

"Guys," Kakashi says, retrieving the clipboard and dismissing Shizune with a nod and a sigh. "You might want to hear this."

"Shizune's talking to you again?" Naruto asks. While she didn't know the specifics of it, Sakura is well aware that Kakashi had fallen out with his capable aide. She's privately convinced it's because he's working at least two jobs simultaneously: that must trickle down into the brown-haired woman's day to day.

"Unfortunately," Kakashi mutters darkly. "No, this is…"

He trails off and catches Sakura's eye.

Oh, shit, have they found out about the gym? Sakura's pretty sure Sasuke kept their discussion to himself and he's not the type to talk about others, but Kakashi is obviously trying to communicate something to her wordlessly. It's simply not clear what. She gives him her most winsome smile, but it just makes his brows draw together even further.

"Yamanaka Ino… Sakura's friend Ino has just announced her debut."

There's a moment of shocked silence before Naruto explodes. Surprisingly, so does Sasuke, both musicians echoing various iterations of what? and but it's not time loudly while Kakashi shushes them and tries to keep talking. Sakura pays no heed to the clamour, because her world has just been turned upside down.

"What?" she croaks, and Naruto's tirade chokes off as he turns to stare at her incredulously.

"You didn't know?"

"No- no, Ino didn't, she didn't…"

She's two blinks away from tears when Sasuke folds his arms like he expected it, giving her his best authoritative stare. "Well, that's rivalry, isn't it?" he states, and though Naruto shoves him with an appalled expression it actually makes Sakura feel better.

It's true; Ino is her dearest friend but she's also her strongest rival, and though they'd promised to divide and conquer, the best thing about their friendship was the push and pull of power between them, a force that makes Sakura strive to better herself.

"I- I guess it is," she agrees, trying valiantly to hold back the lingering sniff from her tone. There's an instant where Sasuke's eyes soften just enough for her to notice, an expression on his face that tells her he understands. And he does: sometimes, when they're driving home, Sasuke will open up just enough to tell her about his brother Itachi and their difficult relationship, fraught as it is with mutual affection warring with Sasuke's own feelings of incompetence. It's very, very similar to the way Sakura feels with Ino, and so his silent support means more than she suspects he knows.

"Mah...this really is a mess," Kakashi states, bringing her back to the present. "Obito's probably doing this partially to get on my nerves: I know he's annoyed I haven't had you guys perform yet."

"Perform?" Sakura queries. She prefers not to think about the Uchiha executive, lest her disgust shine on her face. He is, after all, Sasuke's cousin and one of Kakashi's closest friends.

"Mm," Naruto says, his eyes scrunched up in his thinking pose. "Usually we'd be taking turns to perform with the other newbies on the in-house stage, ya know? I heard we're a bit talked about, 'cause nobody has heard us play."

"I had no idea!"

Sakura looks down at her drumsticks, set neatly in her hands, and clenches her fists to avoid spinning them anxiously. The news about Ino hasn't quite sunk in yet; although it explains why she's been unable to get through to her friend except for by text since the singer was swept away by Obito.

"Yeah," Naruto continues, "we get to be secretive and stuff on account of the bastard here."

Sasuke shoots him a dirty look but doesn't dignify the tease with an answer. They all know that if it's anyone's fault it's Kakashi's, and he gives the three musicians a grin that's decidedly guilty when they turn to stare at him.

"Well," he says, "I'll go see what's happened here, so why don't you three finish for the day?"

That's a dismissal if I've ever heard one. There's nothing to counter it with: at the end of the day he's the closest thing to a boss they have, and Sakura isn't about to jeopardise what she has by pushing the exec for info. No… that'll come from Ino's father, who just happens to be one of her biggest fans.

"Cha…" Sakura sighs, resisting the urge to rub her eyes in exasperation. "I need a drink. Ichiraku's?"

Naruto's already nodding, even Sasuke looks amenable to the idea, and frankly she's glad because Naruto never stops at just one. And she feels like getting drunk enough to forget that yet again, Ino was good enough to get there first.

Kakashi waits until they've filed out of the doorway to speak, leaning against the door with an expression that's nothing short of devious.

"Guys," he calls, and Sakura catches his wink when she turns back fastest. "Time to think of a name, okay?"

Naruto looks utterly shocked and even Sasuke is stunned speechless, so it's up to Sakura to clarify.

"For… for the band?"

Kakashi grins harder. "For the band. A little hard to debut without one, right?"

From beside her, Sasuke swallows audibly. "Are we really ready?" he challenges carefully. Sakura knows he really respects the older musician: she does too, his lackadaisical nature aside. "Or are you butting heads with my cousin again?"

The silver-haired guitarist shrugs. "I think you're ready," he says with such conviction Sakura instantly believes him. "But I also think you know something about rivalry, huh?"

With that, he pushes off the doorway, waving at them before walking purposefully towards the central suites.

"Remember it's to be catchy!" Kakashi calls, cupping his hands and directing his attention towards Sakura. "So ask Naruto before he's had three drinks and Sasuke after!"

"Teuuuuchi," Naruto slurs. "What do you think of this?"

He's half-slumped over the booth table, and due to Ayame replacing the beers with alacrity Sakura can't tell how many he's had. It's definitely more than three. Sasuke is on at least his sixth, his expression blank as he tries harder and harder to stay composed.

The Ichiraku proprietor takes the scribbled note politely, turning it a few times to try and decipher Naruto's atrocious handwriting.

"Naruto," he pronounces in his gruff, careful way, "this is unreadable."

"Ahhh?"

If Sakura wasn't familiar with the blonde by now, she'd think his expression aggressive as he tilts his head back up, but Teuchi has known him for years, and simply repeats his statement.

"No way," Naruto replies, "this is the best idea I've had all night."

The ramen chef pats him on the shoulder, surreptitiously placing the water jug out of his reach before retreating. They've been trying to come up with names for hours; Kakashi's parting statement had been followed up with a brief I'm serious text to Sasuke, and Ichiraku's had been graced with progressively weirder suggestions until the three of them were slumped in the corner.

Sakura thinks the izakaya might even have closed hours ago, but she's not going to drag herself up from her position gripping the table if she doesn't have to.

"Sasuke, read it," Naruto commands, thrusting the ramen-stained napkin at his best friend. It's testament to how drunk the guitarist is that he accepts the dirty paper without protest.

"I can't," the Uchiha says after a moment, and Sakura bites her lip because he's surprisingly cute when he's properly drunk, something she's discovering for the first time.

"Bastard... use your amazing eyesight or vision or whatever," Naruto complains.

"No, I can't," Sasuke repeats, and Sakura watches as he squints ever so slightly. "I can't read."

"You can't read?" Sakura can't help it. "At all?"

"It's dark." Sasuke sounds so defensive she can't hold back the laughter, causing him to give her the kind of glare he reserves for Naruto.

She's drunk enough to wink at him, blushing herself when he visibly colours up at the gesture.

"I will read it," Naruto proclaims suddenly, breaking the moment. "I just wanted someone else to for like, you know, effect."

"And when you wanted effect with the first six suggestions…?"

The blonde ignores Sasuke, holding the paper up in front of him and looking so serious - and so pissed - that Sakura's close to laughing again.

"Okay, how about this," he starts. "I think we should go with something that sounds cool, and can be shortened so it's catchy, and has, ya know, a meaning contained in it that's just for us."

"That… actually sounds sensible." Sasuke's tone is begrudgingly impressed, and Sakura nods in agreement, making Naruto's grin stretch even wider.

"I think we should be called Dai-Nana-Han."

He says it with obvious pride in his voice, and Sakura has to admit it rolls off the tongue. As for the meaning...

"Explain."

Sasuke beats her to it, and there's silence after he speaks, because Naruto's frowning at the way his effect has been ruined.

"I was gonna-"

"-then do-"

The drummer senses a fight brewing: she's a good mediator sober, but drunk Sakura hasn't her better self's patience, so she simply slams both palms down onto the old table, causing Teuchi to jump from his perch across the room.

"What does it mean, Naruto?" her voice is even but her expression doesn't brook nonsense, so the blonde clears his throat and talks them through it, tracing his finger across the beer-soaked table to illustrate his point.

"Well, we've got dai, big, because we're aiming for greatness, ya know? And then nana, for seven, because that's the age that Sasuke and I first met…"

He trails off, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck.

"And han?" Sakura prompts, because in truth, she's pretty sold, and if Sasuke's silence says anything then he is too.

"Uh… please don't be annoyed," Naruto hedges, making her raise a thin pink eyebrow. "But I was thinking han, for hana, because, well… I guess…"

He blushes across the bridge of his cheeks and it's adorable, even if Sakura's sure he's about to say something insulting.

"Hana, or flower, 'cause what I'm trying to say, Sakura-chan, is that you've come along and been like- like our flower. Ya know? Lovely, and just what we needed to grow."

Blinking wide green eyes at the unexpectedly heartfelt statement, Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times before Sasuke cuts in.

"I like it," he says, and in his acceptance is the implication that he agrees with Naruto's words. "What about you?"

He turns to Sakura as she leans against the table, feeling the ferocious heat of her own blush warming her entire face. "It's.. it's good."

"Annnnnd it shortens well," Naruto continues, reaching across the table tentatively to take both her hand and Sasuke's. Neither of them shrug him off. "DNH. Cool, ne?"

We must be really, really drunk, Sakura considers, because Sasuke's not the touchy-feely type and she's sure there's the hint of a tear in Naruto's eye. They sit for a moment, nobody speaking, and Sakura thinks that if they really do make it big then it'll be a shame none of them are likely to remember this moment with any clarity.

"Teuchi-san!" she calls, partly to beg another round and partly to hide the way her voice wants to crack, "what do you think of Dai-Nana-Han?"

His dourly-delivered thumbs up tells the trio all they need to know.

"DNH," Sasuke repeats, and Sakura watches the way his mouth shapes the letters.

"And there we have it," Sakura says, giving him her best smile and causing his lips to quirk up irresistibly.

They all grin unabashedly at each other, even Sasuke, when Teuchi caves in and brings them another round of Konoha Dry. And Sakura realises, just for a moment, that she's forgotten all about being upset when Sasuke takes her free hand with his own, giving it a squeeze that she feels right the way down to her bones.

AN: Chapter 3 ends on a heartfelt note, haha. I apologise for my blatant twisting of Japanese to make Dai-Nana-Han seem at all plausible for a band name.

A bit of an aside: the lyrics at the top come from an English band called The Adverts, a punk rock band from the 70s with a kick ass female bassist called Gaye Advert, who is widely regarded as one of the first female icons of punk. I see a lot of my Sakura in her as she was often described as photogenic, but like she could really kick your ass.