Author's Note: Umm... yeah! =^^;=

Now for my shout-out list! =^^=

Lunar Wulf Gemini: Yesh, I do that so... since I take so long updating they can skip to the last chapter, read the "last time" bit and remember where they left off ^__^

Machinegungirl: Hee!! Arigatou! =^^= I'm glad you like my Jakey and Mikey ::huggles them and hands you a cookie:: And.... since you mentioned it~ I probably will end up having a Battle of the Bands... either next chapter or the one after it ::dances::

So thank you to my two prettyful reviewers! ::huggles both of you::

Rise to Fame
Chapter Three

**Last time...**

"Let's not argue about which band sucks more then the other one because we have to surpass all of them anyway. And we're going to the meeting. So all of you-- get dressed nicely."

We stared blankly at him.

"I think we're going to have to stop by Dillards or something, I don't have a suit." I said shaking my head.

There was a chorus of 'neither do I' and Ben rose an eyebrow, it seemed he and Rose were the only ones who actually owned a suit.

I bet Ben would look good in a suit. Not GOOD good mind you, but good as in... cool.

At any rate we finally got Ross to just let us go in our normal clothes after we insisted that the band members of all the other groups weren't going to be wearing anything really expensive anyway.

*This time...*

So, that's how it happened. That's how we were put into this predicament, Rosey standing awkwardly and constantly pulling on his tie-- obviously embarassed because everyone, and I do mean everyone, was dressed nicely except Mystrel-- with the exception of Benjiro and Rosey himself of course.

Catacus, Sotiris, and Io.... each and every single one of their band members were dressed as if they were going to some famous movie premiere of some sort.

A very important interviewer entered the room then--and I guessed she must be VERY popular if everyone dressed nice just to see her, "Please, all of you take a seat! We'd like to ask you a few questions!" a woman with an extra perky voice stated, as she too pulled out a chair and sat in it, pulling out a small notebook and taking notes before looking up at us once more.

So it wasn't just a meeting between the bands then...

"Let's start with the guitarists of you four prestigious groups...First give your names." she said with a bright smile that almost blinded me.

"Christopher Cunnigham."

"Sonia Tsumeko." She was Io's guitarist... she was pretty cool, for being a rival and all.

"Kennith Kenwood." I couldn't help but snort at that, poor kid... had to grow up with that combination of names. But he deserves it, he's from Catacus afterall.

The interviewer shot me a strange look and shook her head, but continued in writing Kennith Kenwood's name down. Hehe, Ken Kenwood... Ross sighed exasperatedly and hit me on the shoulder harshly when the interviewer wasn't looking.

And from Sotiris... "Matthew Adams."

"Okay! So: Christopher, Sonia, Kennith, and Matthew!" she stated their names happily, and then continued with her first question, "What was the first guitar song you learned, no need to be embarassed! This is to encourage all those who are just starting to play guitar."

"uhh..." Chris paused trying to remember that far back, "I think.. it was Nothing Else Matters, a Metallica song."

"Stairway to Heaven from Led Zeppelin." Matthew said with a slight nod.

"Mary Had a Little Lamb.." Sonia said with a slight blush and a laugh.

"Eruption from Van Halen." guess who that was-- yes, it was the notorious Kennith Kenwood.

"My ass!" Chris said rolling his eyes, "There's no way you could play that as your first song... sure you could start learning it and maybe perfect it, but it would take a week at least and you'd need to practice with other songs in-between."

"Christopher, please repeat that once more-- I didn't get it all down." the interviewer (Pamela Drake) said, writing quickly in her little notebook.

Rosey nearly fainted and Chris paled visibly, some of the other bands snickered quietly while almost all of Mystrel were hitting their heads against the table-- not literally of course... unless you're Sylvie.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Kennith asked, glaring at Chris.

"Are you trying to tell me you aren't? You lying sack of shi--"

"No Chris!" Rosey all but yelled, "Sit your ass down and behave yourself. You're lucky this is just a practice run."

"Um, sir.." Pamela interjected with a light giggle, "We're live." she said, motioning with her free right hand (you see, she's left handed) to the camera to her left.

There was an awkward amount of silence in the room before Rosey (whom the camera had zoomed in on) covered his face with his hands groaning, "...shoot me now..."

"That can be arranged." Eddie said, fuming beside him. I hadn't even noticed Old Man Edgar was in the room... wow, he's pretty silent for his stature. He's like a midget elephant... but he's all cuddly like that.

Even though right now he looks about ready to kill everyone in the room and pretend it didn't happen.

Remember the cameras are still rolling... the cameras are still rolling...

I had hardly even remembered that Chris and Ken-Ken were still arguing quite loudly.. I just hoped that the television stations would be able to censor everything quick enough.

There were a few seconds of silence, and everyone seemed to calm down to the relief of Pamela, she cleared her throat and was about to continue the interview (Rosey looked like he was about to die of embarassment) when Kennith muttered something that I don't think the camera caught.

"Faggot." Kennith muttered underneath his breath, but meaning for Chris to hear it.

But to viewers and everyone who hadn't heard it, it seemed like Chris had just tricked everyone causing Kennith to sit and think it was over before tackling him. And tackle him he did, Kennith went sprawling to the floor, and his chair tipped over, causing commotion all around the room.

Ah, crap... gotta think fast.

Gotta save some face at least. I've got it!

"Ah!" I sped in front of the camera, so close that I'm fairly sure all the people watching at home suddenly fell over like: "AH! Get it away!" as I came into focus.

"Sorry everyone-- you see, Mystrel's sort of one of those new bands that's still alive and kicking rather than dying down."

"B*tch ass mother f*cker!" Chris yelled loudly.

I cleared my throat, "We're like roses in bloom!"

"Bastard!"

"Only minus the quiet grace and beauty bit." I added with a boyish grin, winking for all those lovely ladies out there... "and even though some of us may be a little ... what society would call 'vulgar'..."

"Asshole! *bleep* sucker!" Kennith yelled.

"Ah, but the truth is we're just young and restless!" I supplied with a sort of sweatdrop as I looked around nervously trying to think of what else I could possibly say to keep everyone's attention on me rather than the fight behind me. Couldn't they talk things through civilly? Or at least just beat the crap out of eachother senseless so they'd be too stupid to even think of a bad thing to say?

-Somewhere half around the world...-

"Oh. My. God. I am so starting a fanclub for that guy and his band! He's so hawt! What's his name? I'm so his biggest fan."

-Somewhere else half around the world...-

"...young and restless."

A young teenage girl squealed happily, tugging on the sleeve of the girl next to her, "Isn't he cute!? See? Aren't you glad you decided to watch this? Let's stalk him!"

"And find out his home address, phone numbers, family names, and e-mail!" the other giggled causing the first to blink and stare at her.

"Isn't that going a bit too far?"

"Hell no!" she replied still wearing the same goofy smile, "Give it two hours and all his personal information will be available to us all via the internet! Baby pictures and everything!"

-Back to the people ignorant of the fame they've just gained-

"Sir, I'm really going to have to ask you to step away from the camera. It's against our policies... this isn't some sort of commercial for Mystrel, uhh..." she looked at her list of band member names, "Mr. Philips."

-Somewhere else half around the world...-

"See? We already have his last name and his band name."

The second teenager simply giggled and wrote it down, "Do you think he spells it with one L or two?"

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To be continued in chapter four...

Woooo! Will they survive the interview? Probably. Will J.T. have a horde of scary fangirls after him? Most likely. Will this ever get shounen-ai-ish? Most definitely. Will I give those two teens a name? Maybe. (Note: All of these things happen next chapter ::innocent grin:: ..)

SPIFFY CHARACTER EXTRAS! ::dance::
MYSTREL

Ross O'Hagan

Importance in band: Manager
Nicknames: Rose, Rosey, Mr. Manager, Master of the Universe, Rose Red
Favorite color: Red.
Status: Single (Ross: ::chibi form:: I'm too busy with work!! ::pout pout::)
Hair color: Dark red and silky-like
Eye color: Honey yellow Hobbies: Nothing other than managing the band (Ross: ::still chibi:: ::sob:: it takes up all my free time!)
Height: 5'9"

Christopher Cunningham

Importance in band: Lead guitarist
Nickname: Chris
Status: Playboy. Lots of one night stands and weird stuff like that.
Hair color: Blonde (Chris: It's all natural baby!)
Eye color: Brown
Hobbies: Dating, fooling around with girls, practicing guitar, making new riffs
Height: 5'11"

Michael Lee

Importance in band: Drummer
Nickname: Mikey, Mike
Status: Single and not looking (Nya! I have too much fun with Jake! ..No not THAT WAY! ::blinks at hentais confusedly::)
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: Blue
Hobbies: Prank calling people! Causing mischeif and havoc.
Height: 5'11"

Jacob Thompson

Importance in band: Keyboardist
Nickname: Jake
Status: Single! Single single single single single taken single. (Jake: ...unrequited ::sob::.. ::looks at curious readers:: No I'm not telling you who it is! (as if you don't know...))
Hair color: Constantly changing- at the moment sky blue
Eye color: Hazel

Hobbies: Doing naughty things with Mike. (Jake: Naughty as in troublemaking!! Not that other stuff! Damn it... ::blush::)
Height: 5'10"

Sylvie Copperwell

Importance in band: Bass guitarist
Nickname: Syl
Status: (Sylvie: ... ::shrug::) Here and there.
Hair color: Constantly changing-- at the moment purple!
Eye color: Contacts- one purple and one gold
Hobbies: Video games, hanging around J.J.
Height: 5'6"

Jon Terry Philips

Importance in band: Singer! (J.T.: It's all about me! n__n)
Nicknames: J.T., J.J.
Status: Uhm.. single!
Hair color: Constantly changing- blue
Eye color: Gray
Hobbies: Playing video games, hanging out with Syl, chillaxing, eating pocky

Height: 5'8"

Benjiro Harashi

Importance to band: Lyricist
Nickname: Ben
Status: Unknown. (Ben: Wha?)
Hair color: Silver (Ben: It's natural! I swear!)
Eye color: Green
Hobbies: Writing lyrics, being serious, watching the other band members
Height: 5'10"

Edgar Somethingorother
Importance to band: Producer guy
Nickname: Old man Edgar, the scary one, "The one who makes Rose pee his pants", Eddie
Status: Married
Hair color: Graying (Eddie: GRAYING!? BROWN!! BROWN!!)
Eye color: Dark brown
Hobbies: Unknown
Height: 5'5" Rolly-polly man! (Eddie: what'd you say!? o_O)