Welcome to my submissions for DigiOTPWeek on Tumblr, celebrating Sorato/ YamaSora. Each new chapter will be a completely separate story following the new day's prompt. Because the ratings change a little between each day, I'll put any warnings at the beginning of each new chapter as well as a summary. To avoid disappointment please understand I'm not comfortable writing smut (sorry!) and most of the stories are pretty gen.

August 10th: Day of Firsts.

Summary: A band cancels at the last minute and the Teen-Age Wolves are asked to step in, but Yamato isn't sure whether they're ready.

Pairing: Pre-Sorato/Gen

Rating: K

Words: 850 approx.

There's Always a First Time

Yamato took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His fingers idly plucked at his bass strings without making any real sound. The person on stage finished announcing the arrival of The Teen-Age Wolves, which was followed by a couple of whoops and cheers. Yamato could distinctly pick out Taichi's voice.

The Teen-Age Wolves were a new band that Yamato had managed to cobble together with a somewhat acquaintance named Akira. The four of them had played at a friend's party once, but it was nothing like this. They were here to cover for another band that had pulled out at the last minute and Yamato was seriously beginning to wonder why he had agreed to do this.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

Yamato looked up at Sora with a look of horror. "Are you seriously asking me that?"

Sora rolled her eyes. "…if we're looking at the big picture."

"How big are we talking, because I'm aware that the fate of the World doesn't rest on me not making a fool of myself, but that wouldn't stop me from feeling humiliated."

Sora slowly took a sip from her drink and Yamato slouched back in his chair with a huff. The café was situated between their apartments and was quickly becoming their regular meeting place. Other couples and groups sat together, while there was a steady flow of customers in and out of the building. Yamato found it relaxing for the most part.

"They said they needed a band, right? And you guys want some publicity."

"Yeah, but…"

Yamato paused, trying to put into words what he was feeling. The band wasn't ready. They had only practiced together a few times and the only original song they could play was the one Yamato had adapted from his harmonica music. They could play covers, but that just seemed cheap.

"I lost my first tennis match 6-0 6-1. I was pretty terrible, but I learnt so much because I participated. I can't imagine many people besides me remember that match, and if they did it can only serve to show how far I've come."

"Music isn't like sport," Yamato countered.

"Maybe, but I doubt many popular bands released their first song and instantly were playing their own gigs." Yamato went to open his mouth, but Sora continued before he could say anything. "Of course I'm not including manufactured bands. Stop being so disagreeable."

"I'm not being disagreeable," Yamato said with a pout, taking a sip of his drink.

He looked up to Sora's raised eyebrows and shot her a glare when he realised the set-up.

"That was mean."

She sighed. "You're the one being stubborn about it. Why does it bother you so much? I thought you wanted to start a band."

"I do, it's just," Yamato trailed off, not knowing how to put the feeling into words. "Walk on the Edge is a tune with so many memories attached to it: my parents' divorce, being alone, living in the Digital World, Gabumon. I offered the song up because we didn't have anything original to play and I wasn't going to come up with something new in a week that was decent, but I'm not sure I'm ready to perform it in front of an audience."

"If not now, then when?"

Yamato looked up at Sora, wondering where she was going with this.

"Maybe the majority of the audience won't like it, but there will be others that enjoy the song. Your bandmates must like the song enough to be willing to play it."

Yamato took another sip from his drink and tried to act casual even when he could feel his hands shaking.

"Any chance you're free that night?"

He glanced at Sora just in time to see her soft smile. "I wouldn't miss it."

Another deep breath. He'd faced down monsters and his own demons. Yamato stared at the stage intently, psyching himself up to walk out there. A slap on the back from Yutaka made Yamato turn around to face his bandmates. All of them were just as nervous as he was, but they were also smiling.

Yamato tightened the strap on his bass and channelled Taichi all those times he would give some inspiring speech as they were about to walk into possible death. A grin spread across his face.

"Let's show them what we can do."

The four walked out with a level of confidence they hadn't been feeling a minute ago with Yamato leading the pack. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his friends ready to support him no matter how this went. His eyes finally rested on Sora and he allowed himself a small genuine smile.

I wish Gabumon was here. It was a fleeting thought, but rather than make him sad or nervous, Yamato felt determination to make this performance good. He could play the song for Gabumon when they next saw each other.

Yamato grabbed the mike. "Hi my name's Yamato Ishida and we're the Teen-Age Wolves. Our first song is called Walk on the Edge."

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