Disclaimer: Like so many before me, if I owned Bleach, would I be writing fanfiction? I think not. I don't own any of the songs mentioned in this fic either, except on my ipod!

Momo awoke to the piercing ringtone of her cell going off in her ear. Groaning, she grabbed the offensive device and flipped it open.

"'Ello?" she slurred into the phone, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"MOMO!" she winced as the extremely loud voice of her friend Renji yelling through the phone.

"What is it Renji? I'm kinda tired, so make it fast, kay…?"

"WHAT THE HELL?! DID YOU COMPLETELY FORGET MOMO, WE'RE HOLDING AUDITIONS FOR OUR NEW LEAD GUITARIST THIS MORNING!"

Momo's eyes instantly whipped open. "Oh, no!" was all Renji heard before the dial tone rang through his phone, conveniently placed on speakerphone in the middle of the room. He let out a guffaw of laugher.

"And that, gentlemen, is how it's done." He told the room's occupants with a smirk, as he picked his phone up again and slid it into his jean's pocket, still chuckling.

"God, that Momo. What are we going to do with her?" Ichigo asked, grabbing onto his sides to keep from shaking with laugher.

"Well, that's Momo for you." Hisagi chuckled.

This was the band the Soul Reapers.

Lead Vocalist: Momo Hinamori

Bass Guitarist: Ichigo Kurosaki

Rhythm Guitarist: Shuuhei Hisagi

Drummer: Renji Abarai

Lead Guitar: Used to be Izuru Kira. Left due to entrance into a prestigious school.

Currently searching for a new one.

And this was just an average morning.

Momo eventually tripped into the studio about 15 minutes later.

"It's 'bout time Momo! You know, for our frontman, you sure do come in late a lot of the time." Ichigo called from the couch, where he was tuning one of his many guitars. "And don't think I didn't see you trip on your way in here, cause I did."

The girl gave him one of her famous warm smiles. "Sorry Ichigo. I was up late again."

"Aww, Momo, not again!" Hisagi laughed from his perch on the swivel chair in front of the desk, typing away on his laptop.

Renji, sitting next to Ichigo on the coach, just frowned at Momo.

"Yeah, that again." Momo said. "I just can't help it sometimes."

"Don't worry about it Momo, we're just teasing you, you know that." Ichigo scowled at her. "But still, keep up with this whole 'I'm-going-to-stay-up-until-4-in-the-morning-thing', and there will be consequences."

"I'm feeling them right now, thanks very much." Momo groaned as she slumped into a comfy chair.

"Ok, we've gotta be over there in 10 minutes to find our new lead guitarist. Let's move it guys! And Momo!" Hisagi added as an afterthought, making for the door.

As everyone started to leave, Renji stopped Momo.

"Are you having those… nightmares again?" Renji quietly asked.

Momo looked down, biting on her lip, as she slowly nodded her head yes.

Renji sighed. "Momo…"

"I know, I know." The tiny girl sighed as well. "But… I can't stop them, Renji. I can go months without having one, and then, just like that, they come back."

Renji looked down at her in concern. Renji, Kira, and Momo were the original members of the Soul Reapers. Ichigo and Hisagi, friends of Renji, joined in later, but those three were the originals. They were close friends, who had managed to beat out thousands of other bands to get a contract with Seireitei Studios.

They were doing pretty well at the moment, their first album having sold out in a matter of days, but Kira had recently been accepted into some really good university that he didn't want to pass up. Almost right after he had left, the Soul Reapers had been invited to go on tour with the Death Gods. So, of course, they were now searching for a new lead guitarist. Which was proving a lot easier said than done.

"Next!" Ichigo called, yawning.

Momo smiled at the heartbroken young man. "We'll call and let you know how you did later, okay?" He nodded mutely. "There are snacks in the room next door, go help yourself!" He walked away, as if in a daze, to the room in the back.

"Man, I wish we'd get some real talent in here already." Hisagi said, eyes narrowed.

"We've had some pretty good guitarists come through here already, you know." Momo pointed out. "But you guys don't seem to want to give any of them the time of day!"

That was because almost all of those 'pretty good guitarists' had been eyeing Momo as if she was the first girl they'd ever seen in their lives. And anyone who messed with Momo had to deal with them.

"Yeah, well, they weren't that good Momo." Renji snorted.

"Oh, come on Renji! That last one was fairly decent!"

"That's 'cause you're too nice for your own good, Momo." Hisagi retorted.

"But it's true!"

"Ok ok, calm down. Look, if the next guy sucks, let's go ahead and call it a day. We can go get some pizza or something." Ichigo said. At that moment, his stomach let out a loud growl.

"Sounds good, I didn't get breakfast this morning."

"What? Momo…"

"Renji, quit worrying! I'm a big girl, y'know." Momo laughed at her friend, poking him in the ribs.

"Why, you…"

Soon, an all out tickle war was taking place as Hisagi and Ichigo watched on, very amused by their friends' antics.

"Hey."

I stepped into the room fully expecting to see the four band members of the Soul Reapers sitting around, politely waiting to hear me play. What I found was two of them, Ichigo and Hisagi, watching the other two, Renji and Momo, tickle each other to death. You could say at the very least I was surprised.

They didn't even notice me. I was forced to speak up.

"Hey."

The two that had been watching turned around with guilty expressions on their faces. The other two didn't even acknowledge my presence.

"Hey, Toshiro!" shouted Ichigo.

"It's Hitsugaya to you, Kurosaki." I retorted.

"You know him?" Hisagi asked the carrot top.

Ichigo nodded. "Yeah, we go way back. Used to be on the same soccer team. I invited him over here. He's pretty good, right, Toshiro?"

"Hitsugaya!"

"Whatever."

At this point, the other two finally reappeared. The tall, tattooed redhead crossed his arms and glared while the girl peered over the top of the sofa at me.

I knew that that was Momo Hinamori. She had raven black hair tied into a high ponytail and chocolate eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts.

She was prettier in person. Every other magazine wrote every detail about Momo the public could eat up, because at the moment, she happened to be the most popular celebrity musician. It couldn't be helped; she was the only girl in an extremely popular all-guy band (other than herself, of course), the lead vocalist, no less, with an amazing voice.

"What song?" Renji asked, frowning. I glared back.

"Voodoo Child by Jimmy Hendrix."

Hisagi raised his eyebrows as Renji snorted in disbelief and Ichigo scrutinized me. Momo just continued to watch, curiosity burning in her eyes. I thought it strange that she had yet to speak up.

"Well, go ahead." Ichigo finally said, flapping a hand at me.

"With pleasure." I retorted, scowling. He hadn't changed at all.

I peered over the top of the couch at the new mystery guy. And, wow. He had spiky white hair and teal eyes that seemed to look into your very soul. He had a couple inches on me, reminding me of just how short I really am. He was frowning, a lot like Ichigo usually does, and I could see why they would become friends. They both had that punk aura about them, but it was all a façade. Deep down, there was probably a completely different person inside.

Toshiro Hitsugaya.

He stood, all alone, in the middle of the room, holding his white and blue guitar, strumming a few notes to make sure it was tuned properly. He suddenly looked up, and our eyes met. I instantly felt my face heat up. He smirked.

And he began to play.

He hit every note perfectly. It was amazing. His fingers were like lightning on the neck of the guitar.

I felt my eyes widen. Oh, wow! If the guys don't like him, then they're all tone deaf!

I looked up to see the others' reactions. Ichigo had a strangely triumphant expression on his face, Hisagi looked about as amazed as I felt, and Renji was still scowling at Toshiro. I watched Renji for a moment, wondering what his problem was.

Eventually, Toshiro ended the song with a flourish. I cheerfully clapped my hands, the others joining in, albeit a bit reluctantly.

"I knew you still had it in you." Ichigo smirked as he got up and playfully punched the shorter boy in the arm.

Toshiro quirked an eyebrow. "What made you think it ever left?"

"Shut up." Ichigo retorted, that familiar frown returning to his face.

"Group huddle." Hisagi called, walking away from Toshiro.

"What do you guys think?" Ichigo asked.

"I like him." I spoke up instantly. "He played the song to the letter, and let's face it, that's not exactly an easy song to play. Even Hisagi has problems playing it."

Hisagi nodded. "I agree."

"He's great, huh?" Ichigo smiled knowingly.

We all turned to Renji, who still had his arms crossed, still with a grimace on his face. Finally, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever you guys want." He muttered, looking away.

I frowned at him. Just a little. "Renji, we all have to be in agreement. If you're not completely positive…"

"He's talented, alright?!" Renji growled.

"Ok, all in favor of Toshiro joining the band, say 'ai!'" Ichigo said.

"Ai!" Me and Hisagi instantly spoke up, Renji following a beat behind us.

"It's settled then." Ichigo said smugly. Turning around, he yelled, "Oi, Toshiro!"

"Hitsugaya!" he retorted, annoyed.

"Shut up, welcome to the band!" Ichigo said happily, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulders.

For a moment, the frown that creased Toshiro's face vanished, replaced by surprise. "Really?"

"What, you think I'd joke about something like this? Congrats, man!" Ichigo chuckled, giving Toshiro a noogie.

"What the hell?! Get off, Kurosaki!" Toshiro shouted as everyone laughed as the white haired guitarist tried to squirm out of Ichigo's headlock.

This is going to be a lot of fun. Momo decided as she watched her bandmates joke around.

"Now, let's get some celebratory pizza! I'm starving and need nourishment!" Ichigo shouted, throwing his arms over his head as he led the way out of the studio and into the sun.

Ok, first chapter. What do you guys think so far? If I made any mistakes with the references to guitars, bands, etc., please let me know so I can fix it!

I was very apprehensive to post this, let me just let you know right now. Several other authors have posted similar stories, but they were all discontinued. (Or, at least, it appears that way. I figure not updating since 2007 counts as discontinuing.) So if I don't get enough support behind this, I will discontinue this story as well… woah, I sound depressing! I'll probably update anyway, I love this idea too much to let it die! ^^

The name of the story is the name of a love song by the Beatles. If you've ever heard it, you know it's perfect~!

Well, anyway, thanks for reading, and please review!