"You want me to what!?" I yelled, brushing a stray blonde hair from in front of my eyes and glaring hatefully at my manager.

"It's not what I want, it's what you've been told to do." Roland, my manager, said meekly, shrinking under my fury.

"Agh! Who's idea was this!? It sucks! I won't do it! I refuse!" I yelled, collapsing into my orange bean bag chair and glaring lividly at the stuffed llama mocking me from my bed. Who would come up with such a stupid idea, forcing a world-reknowned concert violinist play with a...a rock band.

Humph.

Rock band.

Stupid adolescents with no idea of the meaning of actual music.

"It was my idea, and you will do it, or your contract will be anulled and you will be just another impoverished musician." A new voice said, and I turned to see Chairman Tsao walking into my bedroom on the bus.

"But Chairman! I'm a concert violinist! I play in symphonies, not rock concerts!" I protested.

"This is a win win situation. You will gain more popularity from touring with Distant Winter, and they'll reap the benefits of having a new depth to their sound, I believe this, and the Board of Directors also thinks so." The Chairman said, walking over to me to ruffle my hair. "Besides, I think the band members will help bring out some personality in you. You're a phenomenal violinist, but I think you're still too stiff. They'll help you feel more."

"But it's a rock band...what use could I be to them?" I asked, my anger exiting and leaving behind a rather hollow feeling in me.

"You'll do what you always have, you'll play violin." The Chairman answered simply. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to. The band is expecting you to meet them at the venue they're playing on Friday night. I believe it's in Phoenix. Their music has been sent to your laptop, you should get to writing yourself into it."

And with that, the chairman exited the bus, leaving my manager and I alone.

"This is a bad idea." I groaned.

"I'm not so sure." Roland replied, smiling softly in a extraordinarily parental fashion at me.

"Don't you use that smile on me. Just because you've raised me from the age of twelve does NOT mean you can use the condescending 'I know what's best for you' smile on me." I griped.

"You know, for a twenty year old, you sure act like you did when you were twelve." Roland countered, smiling widely and walking towards the front of the bus that the two of us basically lived on. While you might consider it too big, you have to keep in mind that all of our possessions also live on this bus with us, and it's our base of operations.

"Where are you going?" I called after him, standing up and craning my neck out the doorway.

"It's a long way to Phoenix from New York, and we only have five days to get there." He replied.

"Ugh..." I moaned, and fell back onto the bean bag.

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A/n: Extraordinarily short, yes. But on the positive side, by the time you read this, I'll be writing the next chapter, because this is basically a prologue.

Enjoy.

Currently listening to: Bruised, Jack's Mannequin.