A/N : Hey ! Thank you for the reviews ! I'm so happy to have some feedback on this story. It's my first time writing a story and publishing it, so I'm thrilled to hear about you. Thank you to you too, silent readers.

One comment on the 1st chapter asked if this story was a rewriting of Slurry. I have a copy of the published version, titled "Fitzwilliam Darcy Rock Star", and I love it, I've read it tenth of times. My story is inspired by this book, but the plot and the characters are different (otherwise, what would be the point ? ). I loved the musical background so much, I wanted to tell my own story about it.

There was a problem with the 3rd chapter, so I'm publishing it again. Here is chapter 3, hope you enjoy it.

She breathed out slowly before entering the arena, her bass guitar hanging on her back. It was just another ordinary day at work, she kept telling herself. Luckily, she had managed to avoid Jane that morning. Surely, she would have insisted on coming with her, maybe even on holding her hand. That thought made her smile. Sweet Jane, she was just too good. While leaving the room early that morning, she had bumped into Charlotte who was coming back in, still wearing the same clothes as the day before. Charlotte had smirked to Lizzie's raised eyebrow. Probably coming back from Richard's bed. Those two were…well, what were they ? Not as fusional as Jane and Charles, meaning they could be more than 3 feet apart, but they still were an item. Always together while eating, furiously drumming on the table, sharing that particular sense of humour. She just hoped Charlotte knew what she was doing. Rather who she was doing. Should she talk to her ? Charlotte was not Jane, but still. She shook her head. Let's get this done.

The band was already on stage, some technicians too, preparing the instruments, checking the sound. Even if there was no concert tonight and tomorrow, there was always some work to be done on a tour. She squared her shoulders and walked straight to them, waving and smiling to everyone she knew on the way. Rory nodded in a way that said « Go ahead and show them ». She smiled back at him. He really was a nice guy, kind of her work husband, they had been working together for so long. Yet there was no ambiguity, they were only friends.

Darcy turned his head when he heard her greet everyone and spotted her. At least she was punctual. He had half expected her to be late, just to get on his nerves. She was so irritating. Still, he couldn't tear his eyes from her while she was walking towards them. He grunted. That wavy hairstyle again. How early did she woke up this morning to do that ? She wanted to impress them, him. The corners of his lips turned up so very slightly. Typical.

Charles' sincere smile welcomed her.

- Hi Lizzie ! Thank you for coming !

Then, he noticed the instrument she was carrying.

- I didn't know you brought your own bass guitar on the tour.

- Hey Charles, she smiled at him, then patted her guitar. It's my stowaway.

Richard chuckled behind her.

- Hi Lizzie, his deep voice greeted her.

She smiled at him. His shoulder span and his general stature had always made him highly huggable to her. That man looked comfortable, if that was even possible. She wouldn't hug him of course, that would be quite unprofessional. But she understood Charlotte's physical attraction to him. And a lot of the fans' physical attraction to him too. Plus, he was really funny and easy going. That compensated for Darcy's dour personality. Otherwise, between Richard and Charles, there would be too much fun in this band. That wouldn't do.

- Hi Richard.

She turned to Charles again.

- I thought maybe you wouldn't want to share yours for so long, and I totally get it.

- That's thoughtful, thank you. I really don't mind, I just want you to be comfortable.

Sweet Charles. Was this a male version of Jane ? Could be.

Her gaze turned to the silent third member of the band who was busy getting his guitar out of its case. Richard was huggable, Darcy was "tearing his clothes off"-able. Something purely masculine and animal emanated from him. God, it was only 9 in the morning, she wasn't prepared for this. But she couldn't look away. The muscles of his arms tighten as he lifted his guitar and slowly passed the strap over his dark hair. It was almost obscene. She could only hope her mouth was closed.

He turned his head up from his instrument and their eyes met. Her eyes again, they caught him. So special. Stop this. He cleared his throat.

- Can we start now ?

Her smile widened. Well, hello would have been nice. As always, so much more interesting when his mouth was shut. Except when he sang. He had that deep thrilling voice that shook her to her core. She looked away and pretended to be busy with her instrument.

Just like Rory had said the night before, there was no other candidate, just her and the band. This was a rehearsal, not a test. Out of professional reflex, she plugged her bass guitar herself. Richard went to sit behind his instrument and started drumming his fingers on his legs. She couldn't help but steal a glance to see if his drum kit was properly prepared. Charles stayed near her, an encouraging smile on his lips that told Lizzie Jane had shared her worries concerning her sister with him. But she was a professional, just like them. Everything was going to be fine.

- We're going to get through the set, starting with Journey Through The Desert, he said. First, I'm not going to sing, we're just going to play. Feel free to stop us anytime if you have any doubt.

Richard gave the first measures and they started.

By the end of the rehearsal a few hours later, Jane, Charlotte and Maria were there.

- That was really good ! Charles exclaimed when Lizzie put her bass down. Jane released a breath. No doubt you'll be ready in time, he added cheerfully. What do you think Will ? he asked while turning a smiling face to Darcy.

Darcy stoped mid-movement, his guitar in his hands and took a few minutes to gauge her. Finally he stated in a low voice, much deprived of his bandmate's joyfulness :

- That will do.

He carefully removed the strap from his shoulder and passed the instrument to Rory. Jane and Charles grinned, like he had just spoken the highest praise. Even though Lizzie didn't expect him to speak highly of her, some warmth would have been appreciated. She boiled and Rory send her an amused glance before taking Darcy's guitar away. He was right, better see the fun in the situation. Her eyes danced when she looked back at him. Richard came nonchalantly from behind his drum kit and softly clapped Lizzie on the shoulder.

- Welcome in, he added with a small smile.

He then turned and winked at Charlotte.

- Came to see me ?

She chuckled softly.

- No, I didn't. I came to support my best friend (she put an arm around Lizzie's shoulders). Even though she doesn't need it, she added to Lizzie with a smile.

Lizzie laughed.

- Oh, one is always happy to have some personal cheerleaders ! she replied. Where is your « Go Lizzie ! » T-shirt ?

If truth be told, Darcy had been impressed by Elizabeth. She had gone with the flow, played remarkably well and adapted quickly. Not at all what he expected. The plan was to give her half an hour before dismissing her and have Rory play with them. Darcy expected Lizzie's playing to be affected and quite as bad as what she had demonstrated with the drums. It had been genuine, the expression of a real talent. She could feel the music. Sure, she had made mistakes, but she had covered them suitably. When he had first met her, he had thought her under qualified for her job as a tech on their tour. Now, he rather thought her over qualified for it. If she could play all the instruments she had listed the night before as well as she played the bass guitar, she was exceptionally talented. And that intrigued him. He could tell from her patience and her ability to concentrate that she had played in studios to record albums. She will be perfect with them on stage. Except if she was anxious in front of a crowd. He turned to watch her. She was chatting and laughing with Richard, Charlotte and a beet red-faced Maria. Her delightful laughter was music to his ears. She looked perfectly comfortable, her hands deeply tucked in the pockets of her shorts. Did she ever wear something else than these shapeless things ? His eyes lingered on her legs, from her thighs to her sneakers. As if feeling his gaze on her, she slowly turned her head in his direction. He frowned and looked away. No, that girl wasn't shy.

So, even laughing with his bandmate was objectionable. It appears she would never do anything that would win his approval. Well, she didn't need it anyway, did she ? She smiled and turned back to listen to Richard's joke. She knew she had played well. Of course, she still needed to practice to be perfect but she was more than OK. And she was happy Richard and Charles were pleased. As for Darcy, well, he would have to do with her. They did not need to become friends. They didn't even need to talk to each other that much. That suited her perfectly. Charlotte, Maria and Richard were laughing again. Jane and Charles, who had been in a corner, looking at each other like the other was the most delicious desert they could ever dream of, approached them.

- How about we all grab something to eat before resuming the rehearsal ? Charles suggested.

- Great, I'm starving, Richard answered.

Charlotte, Lizzie and Maria nodded their approval. Charles turned his ever smiling face to Darcy.

- You go, I'm going to stay here, I got work to do.

- Come on man ! Have a break ! You can work afterwards, Bingley tried while clapping him on the back.

His cheerfulness was always in stark contrast to Darcy's stern posture.

- An other time, he simply stated.

Charles' smile didn't fade.

- Ok, let's go then ! There's a delicious Italian place nearby.

- Pasta ? Now you're talking my language, Lizzie exclaimed while following the group, who was heading to the exit.