A/N: I'm not hating on Justin, just having a little fun, so please don't hate on me for doing so ;)

Disclaimer: I am from the 21st century, peoples, and plus, I could never be as awesome as Jane Austen. Florence and the Machine have my great respect for producing "Shake It Out" and Keane, my undying (literally, I cannot stop loving it) love for singing/writing "Somewhere Only We Know"

"Okay, Jane, I came and now we can go home!" I smiled brightly. My dearly beloved sister had betrayed me and dragged me to one of the most exciting events of the year, the event that always caused so much media hype.

The Grammy award after-party.

OK, so I had a band that was the most popular band and we won a couple awards. So what? It wasn't like the world was going to end without me. Jane rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh, "Ellie, please? For me? I won't get to meet Charlie B if you go home, you know how much I adore his music! You're my ticket in!" And then she did something lethal. The Bambi eyes.

I scowled and punched the seats of the limousine, "ARGH! Jane! Stop looking at me like that! ALRIGHT I'LL GO TO THE STUPID PARTY, BUT TRUST ME I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT!" I yelled in fustration, Jane's 'bambi' eyes to me were like Kryptonite to Superman. Not good.

I stepped out of the limousine, plastering a fake smile all over my face. Lights started flashing and the crowd roared with excitement, "WILDE! OVER HERE! GIVE US A SMILE!" The Papparazi had a field day snapping thousands of pictures of The Wilde Rose Paradis (my stage name) in her gold "Greek goddess" knee-length dress.

I heard a reporter somewhere in the din.

"And here's Wilde! Her dress is practically made for her, fitting in all the right places, which of course she has a lot, and brings out the gold flecks in her forest green eyes and the golden streaks in her elbow length auburn hair. She looks like a sun-kissed goddess."

Oh, please. What kind of pathetic people watch this stuff?

"Yes, hello, people who are sadly lacking in the mental department!" I muttered as I made my way up the red carpet. I was not happy.

Jane followed me closely, being somewhat friendlier, smiling and waving at the crowd.

I immediately found my mates from the band that I had started "Bloodless Revolution" and went over to them, "Whoooo, El-Wilde, I hardly recognize you, babe!" My drummer/backing singer, Holmes called.

I stuck my tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes.

"You think you're so funny."

"Babe, I've heard it all before."

"Stop calling me babe."

"Ok... Babe."

I mock punched him. Holmes and I had first met when Holmes had given our play-school teacher a panic attack. Needless to say, we had been friends since.

"So, we got a Grammy." I said, sitting down next to Holmes.

"Well done, Captain Obvious."

"Sherlock."

He winced, "What were my parents sniffing when they had me?"

"They just loved Sherlock Holmes, I think it's a pretty cool name." I said, used to his moans about his rather odd name.

He sighed and grumbled some more until I kicked under the table so the paparazzi couldn't take pictures and make up stupid stories about me.

"Shut up. You're ruining the party." I said sarcastically.

Suddenly Jane started jumping up and down in her seat, "Oh! EL- I MEAN, WILDE! CHARLIE B IS THERE!"

I huffed and turned around in my seat to see that Charlie B indeed was there.

Oh. My. Gosh.

THE Will Darcy was there. Right there.

I love him. He is my favourite, my inspiration. The reason why I went for this career.

And he was looking at ME.

Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh. Those eyes... SNAP OUT OF IT.

Before I melted into a puddle, I stood up quickly, pulling Jane up with me and started walking over to the pair, who were now both looking at us.

I stopped just in front of them, "Hey. Just wanted to congratulations to you both on getting your awards, you deserved them." I said staring into the cerulean blue abyss of Darcy's eyes. Charlie B laughed, he was cute, I guess. He had wild copper coloured fly-away hair and green eyes that were always alight with good-humour. Jane's type, not mine. I preferred the tall, dark and handsome, guys that had blue eyes, had a voice to rival angel's and were incredibly, but not overly, fit.

Darcy, in other words.

"Congrats to you as well! I listen to your music all the time, you guys are amazing. Who's this?" He said, turning to Jane, who blushed a pretty rose colour.

"This is Jane." I didn't say she was sister in case she started getting followed around by the paparazzi as well, "She loves your music." I say brightly, pushing Jane forward a bit. Charlie looked half in love with her already.

I turn to Darcy who hadn't spoken a word, "I love your new album, what song are you performing tonight?"

"Somewhere Only We Know."

I need tissues. I was definitely going to cry. That song always broke me down. Seriously, every time I heard it, I was sobbing within three seconds of it starting. Every. Single. Time.

"Oh, wow, I love that song." I said,

"Hm."

Awkward silence. Talk about a disappointment.

"Uh, well, I guess I'll be off."

I roll my eyes and walk off to my friends. Holmes smirks as I plonk myself down next to him.

"So, you've finally met your dream boy. How was it?"

I huff, "He needs some happy pills."

"Or some alcohol, that always works. He'd be dancing round the room in nought but his boots, drunkenly singing the Spongebob Squarepants theme." He whispered and I started spluttering into my diet coke. I looked over to where I'd left Jane and saw Charlie leading her to the dance floor, they looked so cute together. Darcy looked over at Charlie as well and rolled his eyes. Pfft, maybe he does need some alcohol.

I turn back to Holmes, "I didn't need that image in my mind, thank you very much."

Holmes raises his brows, "I thought you would've liked the picture. Very much."

I slap him on the arm, shocked, "I don't have a dirty mind!"

"If it makes you feel any better, I have dirty thoughts about Spongebob."

"That's a different kind of dirty." I mutter, turning to one of my other bandmates, Charlotte Luka. We had also been friends in preschool, it was always the three of us. Charlotte had always been the most sensible in our trio, but that wasn't saying much... Since Holmes and I were completely bonkers.

"Ooh, look Charlie and Jane are coming back! They would make the cutest couple!" She squealed, jumping up and down in her seat. Yeah, she's big on the romance thing.

Jane blushed at something Charlie said and they exchanged phone numbers. Charlie pecked her on the cheek and she headed back over to us.

I decided that I would go and get a drink, escaping Dreamy-Eyed Charlotte and Jane. I got up and scurried over to the nearest waiter, grabbing a champagne from the sliver tray. Incidentally, Darcy and Charlie were in perfect sight, I thought that even if he was a complete disappointment personality-wise, he was most certainly not a disappointment in the looks department. Charlie was speaking.

"Jane is the most perfect thing since the Beatles." I grinned, things seemed to be getting off well between them.

Darcy sighed, "Charlie, she's probably one of the many girls after your fame and money. I'll own she's pretty, but she's one of the only pretty girls here."

Charlie balked, "She's not! And Darcy, there are so many pretty girls here! Not as pretty as Jane though. Her sister is partly famous for her beauty as well as her singing!"

"Beauty is a word applied too liberally these days. She is a child, too young to be in this business, she clearly can't handle herself or her band. Besides, her singing and playing is totally despicable, it's unbelievable they actually got signed, let alone become one of the most famous people here apart from Justin Bieber and look at him. He's a tad better than her though."

I could not believe it. Was this really the Will Darcy that I had liked for over 6 years? I marched past them, muttering a cold "excuse me".

The rest of the evening was spent fuming and plotting different ways to kill Darcy. I really wished that you could kill someone with just a look. My look right then would have killed a nation. Finally it was our turn to perform, we were performing our new single, "Shake It Out".

We bumped fists, prayed, took a deep breath and walked on stage. People screamed and started applauding, the sound was deafening, but we picked up our instruments and took our places at our respective mics.

(Insert lyrics for Shake it Out)

I looked over at Darcy and saw that he looked a bit disgruntled, but I couldn't care less what he thought. The pounding of Holmes' drums was reverberating throughout my body and all I could feel and hear was music. Getting lost in music was like getting lost in a wonder world, you never want to stop going further and further, until it was impossible to come out again. It happened every time I sang with my band, but this time it was enhanced, almost an ethereal experience.

(More lyrics)

We wrapped up and there was a thundering of applause and screams, we shouted our thanks, although there was no way that they would've been able to hear and walked off stage.

We walked over to Charlie and Jane who were sitting right next to each other, like really close. Jane leapt up, blushing when she saw that we had seen them. She walked over to us and threw her arms around me.

"E-WILDE! That was amazing! You've really improved!" She gushed, I rolled my eyes.

"What from screeching in the shower?" I said sarcastically, she smirked and threaded her arm through mine, "Well, that was rather awful."

I gasped dramatically and pressed my free hand against my chest, feigning over dramatic hurt, "I am seriously offended." Pressing my hand that was previously on my chest against my forehead, I added, "I must be adopted!"

She giggled and went over to Charlie again, I walked over to my band, "Group hug!" and flung my arm around them. Holmes yelped, "WILDE! You're a GROWN-UP! Get the memo? Yeah, well, here it is: You're too old to fling yourself on top of an old man like me."

I laughed untangling myself, "Yes, of course, 25 is absolutely ANCIENT! Did you take your meds?" I asked patronisingly, placing a hand on his arm. He snorted and brushed my arm away, "Not that old, darling."

We approached our table again and slid onto our seats, watching as Darcy took the stage and sat at the piano they had provided. He seemed not too comfortable with the amount of people and I remember an article I had read about him, that he wasn't a people's person.

Then he opened his mouth and started singing, his deep yet beautiful voice filling the room.

(I recommend that you guys go and read all the lyrics to these songs because I can't post them here)

I wiped a tear that had trailed down my face. Oh man, why did he have to sing this song? I breathed in and out deeply, watching Darcy and he left the stage and Katy Perry took his place.

Holmes grinned at me, "Ooh, someone got teary-eyed..." and then he flinched away as I made yet another move to punch him. In case you haven't noticed, I tend to do that a lot.

"You do that a lot don't you?" A deep voice sounded behind me.

Oh Bruce and Evan Almighty.

I whirled around and Darcy stood there, watching me with his ever-so-blue eyes.

I feigned a smile, "Well, I am only a child you know." I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing as his mouth dropped open a tiny bit and he went a shade paler.

I let out a tiny laugh, "Hungry? You know, flies are very nutritious." He frowned a bit and closed his mouth.

"I hope we didn't offend your highly esteemed ears with our despicable playing."

Holmes and Charlotte looked really confused and Charlie was blushing furiously, Jane was mouthing at me to stop.

I didn't though.

"Oh look! Your favourite singer is up, Darcy!" He turned around and saw that Justin Bieber was skipping across the stage. He sighed deeply, as if he were trying to keep his temper in check.

"Justin Bieber is far from my favourite."

"Oh, well, you just seem like that kinda guy. Y'know?"

Holmes and Charlotte started spluttering and I made a motion to them that I was going to go. Jane's face fell and Charlie offered that she stay longer and he'd drive her home. So the rest of us made our way back to our limo. The only trouble was that it was parked among so many others.

I called Hobson, our spanish driver, "Hey Hobs, could you flash for us please?"

"Ci! Ci, I do now!"

A limo not too far from us started flashing it's lights and then it's horn started blaring. Needless to say, the paparazzi that had surrounded the building like a SWAT team, started taking pictures and filming us as we scurried over to escape the public humiliation.

We leapt into the car and Hobson grinned one if his huge gap-toothed grins.

"You found, huh! I do best!"

Argh.