They were getting close to the studio, where no doubt the rest of the band members were. He sighed a little, and looked up at the rather dull looking sky. Were almost there, why is it so far awayyy? He pretended to wipe sweat off of his forehead and started to lazily drag his feet. How do all these people walk every day like this? He pouted and wished that there were there already. Roy kept swinging his arm along with Leon's, enjoying the distraction from all of the judging stares they were getting.

"I feel like we're still not tight enough on the second verse with the switch ups. We'll need to work on that a bit. I think I got a little sloppy with my fingering." Jesse said as they finished up the run through. Setting his bass in his lap he sighed, stretching his arms.

"I figured we would tell Leon and Roy when they got here. We both know I am bullocks at making lyrics. I do want to keep the title though- Looking for Water." He shrugged, looking over to Ty. "You guys wanna play through something else before the others get here? Something easy. We could do a quick improv or something if you wanted. Something in D Major, simple 4/4 beat? 8 bar refrain?"

"Sounds nice, Jesse!" she said, putting her red guitar aside. She stood up and headed to the door, "Before that, I'm off looking for my water now. You guys want anything?" looking both at Ty and Jesse. Too lazy to wait, she added, "Text me when you need anything."

She was outside the studio where there was a man sitting on a chair she saw earlier. He was wearing a suit like he's off to a meeting or something. Curious got the best of her and she asked, "Can I help you, sir?"

The melody he played was sweet and melancholy yet his peace didn't last long..
Natsu stopped playing his flute realizing that he wasn't in his university's practice room or anywhere he knew for that matter. "Hey," He almost gasped, "where am I?"

Fiona dialed another number. The receiver picked up after the third ring.

"Bianca? Hey, where are you? Can you come over today?"

"Stop drawing crap already, Binky! You're having a Math test tomorrow!" Bianca's mother roared from the kitchen.

Holy shit. She's mad again.

"If you keep ignoring me, I won't let you go shopping this whole week! And if you fail your Math test, I..."

"Sta zitto, mom!" Bianca could not bear her mothers preaching anymore. She angrily threw her paper and pencils into the bin and took her mathematics textbook out. But she was not in the mood of revising it at all.

Right at that moment, Fiona called.

Bianca yawned and grabbed her mobile, "Hulo? Oh Fiona..." she put her feet on the study desk. "What's up? Me? At home. Ya I can. Why?"

"Umm... you're in our band studio, apparently." she looked around as if she wasn't sure where she was too. She heard her phone beeped in her pocket. She took her phone out and turned to the suit guy, "I'm gonna take this. Excuse me." With that, she walked out of the studio.

She read her text and realized it was from Fiona. Hmm... she wants to treat us to lunch tomorrow. I wonder if we are free tomorrow, she thought. She hit the button reply and wrote;

You're welcome.
That'd be lovely. But we're not sure if we got the time tomorrow.
Will ask the others later.

She hit the button send and put the phone in her pocket. She went to the vending machine and inserts some coins. She pressed for the mineral water and in a jiffy, the vending machine dispensed a bottle. She grabbed it and had a sip. Refreshing!, she thought.

"Wonderful," she smiled, despite knowing that her friend couldn't see her. "I was thinking if you could help me with some cloth designs."

Her phone beeped, signalling a message had arrived.

"Oh, hold up."

Fiona read the text from Anna and typed a quick reply.

It's fine. Let me know once you asked. (>^-^<)

"Hello?" She greeted, returning to her call. "Come over at 7, okay? I'll invite Katie, too. And—oh! Why don't you guys sleep over instead?" she suggested brightly.

"I need someone to talk to, tonight," she added, her voice so low that her words were barely audible.

Jesse watches Anna breeze out of the studio to the vending machines. He sets his bass back in the stand and turns to the drum kit. "So, you Anna and ah...Fiona. You guys have fun while you were out and about?" He smirks slightly lifting his eyebrows up and down. "That Fiona was a cutie eh? A little meek, but sweet. Going to corrupt her?"

He runs his hand through his unkempt hair, the bleach bond strands sticking up in random directions (and in no way artfully mussed). "I probably ought to apologize. I was teasing Anna a bit and she got all in a tizzy before I could explain. Did she catch you while still in a frothy rage?" He chuckles, "Anna- not one for patience. I swear, she gets an idea and the next second she bolts before anyone can get a word in to explain."

Katie sat in her room feeling bored.

BOOOOOORED.

She had tried to get a hold of Fiona earlier, but had failed. Now, she lay on her bed staring at the ceiling and waiting for her phone to ring. Every now and again she flipped it open to check for messages as if she had missed something from the last 20 seconds.

Flopping over onto her stomach, Katie stretched her arms off the bed. She set her phone back into the charging cradle and flopped back over again. She picked up her planner and flipped through the pages. It was filled with her notes on her current favorite band. It had notes on the members, the music and even as much of their schedule as she could glean from various websites and the fan network. According to her sources, they had practice this afternoon. Not like she would bother them during practice- but it was just something she kept track of.

Her current favorite was Roy. He was such an interesting one. Of course Ty was the bad boy so he held a certain fascination as well.

As the phone call ended, Bianca threw herself onto her bed. Looking at the white ceiling, she sighed. She of course preferred designing clothes to being stuck at home and doing some (shitty) revision. But her mother had just ruined all the fun.

I'm going out no matter what. she gave a bitter smile. There was not much time left. Trying hard to shake her laziness off, she went to open the wardrobe and had a look. It usually took her long to decide what to wear, but this time was not the case. She just picked two skirts, three tops and a couple of jackets out as the options. After trials and errors - you know what I mean - she got it settled.

"I'm going out, mom!"

Her mother immediately give a WTF expression. "Did you even hear me?!"

"Non si preoccupi, mom. I'm just going to do revision with my friends. I think I'm more into Maths when there are somebody else to discuss it with me." Bianca grinned and lied. There were always lots of reasons to hang out with friends.

"You'd better be true about that. You'll regret it if you fail your test." her mother rolled her eyes and sighed, focusing back on the chore she had been doing.

Bianca smirked.

After they finish practicing he takes off his headphone as he glances at Jesse “dude is not fun at all” as he facepalm “I bought a headphone due to Michaels and also Fiona is really a Cut___”. He looks at Jesse with a smirk smile on his face “Fiona is really a Cutie and also playing with Michaels friends is not a good idea for me but if you got an eyes for her then I’ll help you out” as he taps Jesse on the shoulder.

He got a straight face “dude it’s your entire fault” he puts his hand up with a bite mark “she got disease dude… I’m about to cry just imagining it” and he starts looking his both hands with a serious look “...It’s a horror horror HORROR scene I'm telling you”. He sighs and looks at Jess shivering “My image, my beautiful image was ruined I was being look of disgust by some passengers they thought I rape Anna putting a medicine into her drinks… damn pity me”. He was having the image of the passengers looking at him in his mind as they vanish suddenly having a serious look at Jesse. “Oh now I know” as he smirks and mess his hair “you put some Bad Karma medicine on my coffee a while ago or you did chant a karma spell on me due to Fiona and Anna are with me”. He looks at his bite mark and realize something to be done “oh by the way” he then grabs the right arm of Jesse and bites it having a bite mark on it “just to be fair” as he laughs evilly “now I forgive you”.

He then gets up “we are finish practicing right?”

Getting an okay from Bianca, Fiona immediately forwarded her invitation to Katie.

Kat. Sleep over at my place?
Bianca's coming at 7.
Then, we'll head to that cafe you found for lunch tomorrow.
('U')

-Fi-

Done, she thought to herself. Fiona walked out into the kitchen where her mom was preparing for dinner.

"I'll help!" She offered brightly, already reaching for the pan. Her mother turned to her with wide eyes.

"Fiona dear, I don't think—"

CRASH!

And out of nowhere, there were sauce splattered all over the floor. Fiona blinked. She reached up to touch her face and noticed that the sauce had covered her finger. Licking her upper lip, she giggled. "It's yummy, mom."

Her mother sighed. "Just go get the mop."

Closing the door behind her, Bianca took a deep breath. It felt so good outside. She wondered why her mother could make the whole house that tense. She merrily crossed the road and walked along the path.

After a ten minute walk she reached Fiona's house. With a sweet smiley face she pressed the door bell. A friendly woman - who was apparently her friend's mother - opened the door.

"Good evening, auntie. I'm Fiona's friend, Bianca," she greeted and introduced herself, "Or you can just call me Binky or Bee."

Anna went back to the studio with a bottle in her right hand while the other hand was holding her phone, reading Fiona's text. She put it back into her pocket and opened the studio's door.

She was surprised when she saw Ty was biting Jesse's hand. "What on earth are you doing?!" she cried. She smacked Ty's head again, like she did before. Anna took Jesse's hand and examined it. "Why'd you bite him?" she asked. His hand was red and had a bite mark on it. "What if he can't play anymore? That would be entirely your fault, Ty." she exaggerated. "Jesse, you should have punch him or something. I know I would." she rubbed his hand a bit, to sooth the pain and then, let go of his hand.

She went back to her seat and took her guitar. "Where are you going, Ty? The practice is not over, yet. We have to wait for Leon and Roy." she said, while strumming her guitar. She was almost lost in her world again when she remembered about Fiona's invitation. "Oh guys! Fiona texted me, saying that she wants to treat us to lunch tomorrow. Are you guys free?"

Fiona heard the sounds of the door bell ringing. She was setting the table and her mother went to welcome the guest instead.

Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?

Letting out a gasp, she placed the plates onto the table and dashed to the front hall, almost tripping on the carpet. "Mom!" she called, just as she registered Bianca's face at the front doors and her mother's questioning stare, an eyebrow raised. Fiona flashed a sheepish grin. "Did I mention my friends are sleeping over tonight?"

Her mother merely sighed."I'll prepare the futons. Go set out extra plates." The old woman smiled warmly to her guest. "Dinner will be ready in a moment, dear. Make yourself at home."

"Thanks auntie." she could not believe how sweet she sounded at that moment. Well, she didn't care much about it. She shook off the silly thought and stepped into the house, taking her ankle boots off.

Bianca turned to her friend, "You are my Lady Luck today, Fiona!" she dramatically exclaimed, "I was about to be suffocated by my mom's non-stop preaching." Since the atmosphere was relaxing at Fiona's place, Bianca allowed herself to rest on the sofa comfortably.

She liked being there.

Jesse laughed. "Anna, I know you would punch him. But I deserved it." He rubs his arm a bit where the bite mark stood out red. "This is why you should be a scotch more patient. Then you can know the whole situation." He held up his hand, his thumb and forefinger about a centimeter apart, "Just a bit."

"I was explaining to him that I was teasing you a bit this morning, so if he came to harm by your hand, it was my fault." Jesse grinned, "Remember when I said you were a wee bit drunk and professing your love?" He paused meaningfully, letting the silence sink in as if to emphasize the need not to rush off or lash out.

He leaned closer to Anna, "If you hadn't rushed out of the house like a mad woman this morning, I would have told you that you were professing your love for your guitar." He looks over to the instrument in question, "I can't blame you either, it is a fine thing your guitar."

Jesse looked over to Ty, "Anxious to get out of here already? We only did one run through of a song. Have somewhere you'd rather be?"

Katie jumped up as her phone made its tell-tale pop sound that a text message had arrived. She sat up and bounced over to the charging cradle on the side table next to her bed. She picked up her phone and looked at it. It popped up under Fiona's name. Clicking the message open she grinned.

Will ask Parents. Should be fine. Want me to bring anything?

She got up and opened her door, venturing into the hall. Standing by the family room she spied her father sitting there. Her mother must still be at work. "Dad..? Can I stay at Fiona's tonight?"

He looked over the back of the couch at her. "Sure thing sweety. You finished your homework and chores?"

Like he needed to even ask. "Yes Dad. Hours ago."

"Need a ride over there?"

"Uh, I can walk. It's not that far." She dreaded the walk, but she needed to exercise more to keep up her health. At least that is what the doctor said at her last check up.

"Okay, just be home by dinner tomorrow."

"Thanks Dad." She said, going back to her room to pack a small bag. She picked up her phone and sent off another text before she picked out some clothes and assorted bits and bobs and medicines.

Fine with parents. Have to be home for dinner tomorrow. Cafe sounds good. Be over soon. Walking.

She grabbed her packed bag and headed out. "Be back tomorrow Dad," she said as she headed out the door and over to Fiona's house.

Anna looked deep into Jesse's eyes and waited for him to spill the beans about last night. This is it. The moment of truth!, she thought. But his pause was too long, she urged him, "Oh hurry up, Jesse. You're killing me."

When Jesse told her that she just professed her love to her guitar, she was so relief. It felt like a huge burden was lifted over her shoulder. She sighed, "You shouldn't have scared me like that, Jesse. You know me. I made a fuss out of nothing." She smiled broadly at Jesse and thanked him for complimenting her beloved guitar.

"So, are you free tomorrow, Jesse? Please say yes! Please say yes!" she begged him, shaking his arm. She made a puppy-eyed face, pleading for him to come.

He felt his temper got smashed when Michaels just smack him again, he was tired, didn’t buy the headphone he wanted, got bumped on the lemon street, bus passenger, got bitten… as he thought scribbling on his mind “crazy day” . He was really pissed off as he looks at Jesse with annoying face and the tone of his voice “yeah dude I’m SORRY for biting you maybe if I did something wrong again I will get smacked on my head”

“And by the way I wasn’t listening a while ago, so SORRY again I don’t know we will still continue the practice…. but” he looks at his drum while he suddenly kicks it and all the drum set fell over, he kicks the drums rolling over to him making a hole in it. He stops “no more practice for me here then” as he tilts his head looking down at the drums “the drum set was broken” as he walks off looking at Jesse “I’m going to practice outside” He went out of the studio leaving a punch mark on the door.

He goes for a walk as he mumbles “maybe I should go practice at my uncle's house” as he look at the key. “I wonder when he will visit me but for now I should go ‘there’” He visits the dark alley for thugs when he wants to release his urge to punch someone. After a few hours he then went to the cemetery to visit his dad with a bleeding lip and getting an eye side wound. “Damn” as he lays down exhausted beside his dad’s grave closing his eyes as he imagines practicing the drums while he got music on his iPod playing Linkin Park’s songs.

Fiona laughed softly at Bianca's dramatic woes.

"I should thank you for coming," she smiled. "There's something I need your help with, Bee. Could you possibly design five pairs of clothing tonight?" she inquired hopefully. "Ah, wait here!" Fiona scrambled to her room and pick out a notepad she had left on her bed, barely running over her mother who was pulling out futons from her cupboard. She returned to the living room and held out the notepad for her friend to see. "I've written down the approximate cuttings," she explained.

Fiona grinned. "Try imagining it was for the band."

Her cell phone beeped and flashed, revealing two unread messages. She giggled reading her friend's reply. Fiona always type full sentences and full spellings in her texts. But the straight to the point texts she had just received represents Katie so much.

Anna was startled when Ty exploded, out of the blue. She looked up at Ty's face which was flushed with rage. She put away her guitar and stood up. "H—hey, come on, Ty. You know I was only joking, right?" she said, nervously. She didn't mean to take it too far. She never thought she had crossed the line.

Her hand was about to reach him when suddenly, a drum set went flying. She was agitated as Ty kicked his drum set. "Ty! Stop it!" she cried. Before she knew it, he punched the wall and slammed the door hard to her face.

She stood there, stunned. Neither she nor Jesse spoke a word. The silence was deafening. Her eyes prickled with tears. "I—it was my fault. I shouldn't have gone too far." she said, trying to hold it in. "I think we should cancel this practice, Jesse." she grabbed her guitar and went towards the door. "I'll be in my room." she added, before she left.

It had been hours since Ty's gone. Anna was getting more worried. She was lying on her bed with her phone in her hand. She had been leaving tons of text messages in Ty's inbox.

Ty, where are you?

Sun,18:09

I'm so sorry. Please reply.

Sun,18:10

Where the heck are you, Ty?

Sun,18:13

I'll make your favourite spicy chicken pot pie. :-D

Sun,18:15

And treat you some ice-cream. :-D

Sun,18:15

You can have whatever you like. Just please come back.

Sun,18:16

Ty still haven't replied. She pressed the message button again and composed a new one.

Ty, I am really sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry.
Please come back. I'm worried.

Sun,18:20

She pressed send and covered her face with a pillow as a tear rolling down her cheek.

Bianca studied the measurements. She felt that in order to create clothes fitting them, she had to know more about the band, her fingers landing on the written names on the piece of note.

"Any special requests about the outfits?"

Leon was distracted by something. He wasn't sure what, but he was really distracted. Walking into a pole was one thing, but tripping and falling onto his own face (for the second time actually) told him that maybe he should probably go get his head checked out.

He glanced over at Roy with a tired look in his eye before leading the two of them over to a bench. They were almost to the studio, but it was too far up, and quite a few steps and stairs that would just result in broken bones and even more damage.

"Roy, can you please call Jesse? I need to go to the emergency room. We can just get a cab to the hospital." he said in a strangely calm voice. He leaned over his legs, holding his face in his hands. Just as he had sat down, he suddenly had a pounding headache.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore any of the lights that threatened to make his head swim in pain.

Jesse wasn't quite sure what to do. Ty had just destroyed part of his drum kit with a bout of rage, Anna had run off and poor Jesse was there, in the studio alone.

With a sigh, he packed up his bass into the case, then started to look over the drum kit. A couple of the heads were damaged and some of the fasteners were bent, but, the heads could probably be repaired. On closer inspection, the fasteners he might be able to bend back into place.

At times, Jesse felt like the only responsible person in the band. A mother hen to his fellow band mates. He really needed a drink. He packed the drums into their cases and put them on the cart, keeping the broken drum heads on top so he could take them to the shop in an effort to get them repaired by tomorrow. He knew he should let Ty deal with it, but if he did that, they would never get fixed in time for their next rehearsal.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text to Leon and Roy.

Prac no go. Drum mishap. G2G 2 music shop. SRY. Call L8R W/ DTail.

He was one of the few who still used "Text Speak" in the band. He had gotten his first cell phone when you paid for messages by the character and it was a habit that stuck. They were trying to break him of the habit, but it was hard to do. He had been getting better- he actually put in some details this time.

He loaded everything into his hatchback whale of a car, putting the broken drums at easy access.

He started the car and started to drive down the road.

Jesse drove down the road toward town. He squinted his eyes as he neared a bench on the side of the road. Slowing down he pulled over and lowered the passenger window to look at Roy and Leon on the bench. Leon held his face in his hands and looked not at all well. "Hey guys. Get my text? Practice is a no go. There was a bit of a drum mishap. Need a ride back home? You don't look so hot..."

He could just drop them off on the way to the music shop; it wasn't that much out of his way. Well, it was, but hey, they were his buddies, no need to make them walk.

Katie didn't want to admit it, but she was only half way to Fiona's house when she got winded. She should have accepted the ride from her dad. She stopped and leaned against a short wall in front of one of the many houses with a perfectly manicured lawn to catch her breath. It was warm out and she could feel every wicked sunbeam from above.

Heat and exertion- her despicable nemeses.

Once rested, she got up and began walking again. Her bag felt heavier than when she began, but she knew that was all in her mind. There wasn't that much in it. She would rather swallow glass than call someone for a ride now. Each step was torture. At least she had worn comfortable shoes.

Eventually, painstakingly, she arrived.

She took a moment in the shade in front of the door to take a few breaths before ringing the bell. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she pressed the bell.

"No. My phone's crushed." he wearily pulled it out of his back pocket. He looked up at Jesse and felt a sudden wave of tiredness come over him. "I need a ride to the emergency room. I know it doesn't seem like much, but I think I've scrambled my attic." he said, closing his eyes again. He was quite comfortable on the bench, and really just didn't want to have to get up.

"Whaa! See I told you!Your hurt!" Just as Roy was about to take out his cell phone to text Jesse, he showed up in his car. 'How convenient .'

"Well lets go then mister liar who lies to their bestest friend!" Roy folded his arms and pouted like a child. Mainly because he didn't know weather to be sad that Leon was hurt, or angry that he had lied about being okay. Maybe it was both.

"Come on then!" Roy opened up the passenger side of the car then walked back to Leon, deciding to carry him to the car since he was just sitting there like a log. And plus, if he was hurt, he needed to be looked at right away. Wasting time would be, well wasting time.

Rot got Leon into the front seat and agreed to himself that he could at least put on his own seat belt. He shut the car door and then went to the back and hopped in the back seat, folding his arms again, refusing to look ahead.