A/N: Here it goes! I owed my bestie Rachie a one-shot.

I lied to her.

I'm not giving her a one-shot. I'm dedicating a full-length songfic to her as my most faithful reviewer.

I don't know quite why yet, but All the Right Reasons just seemed to fit for the title.

So, this is for you O.^

Disclaimer: I still don't own Death Note or any related themes. Nor any songs used in this songfic. I do this purely because I'm bored.

I love you all!

Oh, and I am of firm belief that Matt can play the piano. :D

Italics- Matt's writing

Bold- Mello Singing

One: Hello There

Matt's POV

I sat in the back of the venue my boyfriend was playing with his band. I lit a cigarette, letting it find a home between my lips as I sat against the smooth leather seat with my disguise in place. My goggles were covering my eyes and my black hoodie hid my bright hair from sight. That incriminating bright crimson hair and those unmistakable rich green eyes that helped the world identify me as 'Mello's ginger boyfriend'.

"Hey," came a fangirl's squeal. "Is that Mello's boyfriend?"

I sunk down a little farther in my seat, pulling my hood down to help hide my face. Couldn't I just watch one show without being recognised? I glanced at 'Mello' who was watching my situation with an amused look in his eye. He caught me looking and flashed me a wicked smirk. I replied with a glare that was lost in my goggles.

The girl and her friends piled into the booth next to me. The girl to my left was a bright ginger like myself, and smiled like she was quite satisfied with herself. "We've seen you at every one of Death Note's gigs, Matt." She pulled down my hood. There was a moment of panic before I remembered it was attached to my jacket and calmly pulled it back into place. "Did you really think that if you wore your goggles and a black hoodie i wouldn't recogise you?"

"I never doubted you, Linda. But, you didn't have to call me out in public right before a show." I pulled a pen out of my pocket and started to scrawl on a napkin in my haphazard handwriting.

Everyone knows where you go when the sun goes down.
I think you only live to see the lights of town.
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try.
When the lights have lost their glow, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.

I lie awake at night til you come in.
You stay a little while, then you're gone again.
Every question that I ask I get a lie, lie, lie.
For all the lies you tell, your gonna cry, cry, cry.

"What's that, Mattie," Linda asked from over my shoulder.

I sighed. "I've written every single one of Death Note's famous songs. Mello won't like this one, though. And in any case, this one's just for me." My pen continued to steadily scratch words onto the soft paper as I spoke.

"Is it about Mello?" she whispered.

You're gonna cry, cry, cry, and you'll cry alone.
When everyone's forgotten and your left on your own.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone.
You'll wake up one cold day and find you're alone.
You're gonna call for me, but I'll tell you bye, bye, bye.
When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry.

I pointedly didn't answer her and she sat silently for a few moments, while I tried to come up with more lyrics.

She turned to me as pen met paper again and said, "Mattie? How is he treating you? I know you love him, but..." she trailed off. She took my right hand, squeezing it as words took over the paper. "He can't just use you and expect to get away with it."

I took a deep breath. "Linda..."

When your fickle love gets old, no one will care for you.
And you'll come back to me for a little love that's true.
I'll tell you no, and you'll ask me why, why, why.
When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry.

You're gonna cry, cry, cry, and you'll want me then.
It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

I smiled weakly at her. "Everything is great. We're happy together, even if I have to hide from the media." My second smile was real, and more convincing, so she believed me.

I felt a pang of guilt in my heart as she accepted my lie with a simple, "Alright, Mattie. I'm just worried about you."

I folded the napkin and stuck it in my pocket along with my pen as the lights went down, signaling that Death Note was about to go on. I folded my arms tightly over my chest and turned my eyes to the sparsely lit stage where the love of my life was about to perform.

He walked to the stage, blond hair styled angelically around his face, clad in his customary leather garments, the pants clinging to his sexy legs and the vest punctuating his well-defined abs.

"Hello everyone. It's really great to be here tonight." He pretended to look around in the crowd before settling his gaze on Linda and I. "I see some familiar faces in the audience. Why don't we get this party started?"

Mello's guitarist, Naomi, started up with some harsh cords.

Hello there ladies and gentlemen.
Hello there ladies and gents.
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready or not?

Hello there ladies and gantlemen.
Hello there ladies and gents.
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready or not?

Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to? Would you like to?
Would you like to do a number with me?

I loved this song. It pumped up both the members of Death Note and the crowd. The band used the song to open all of their shows. I loved watching Mello warm up on this song. He'd run around and do cartwheels during the guitar interlude that I had written in. Hed step to the very front of the stage and lean forward into the crowd where screaming fans would push and shove to get a chance to run their hand along his leather.

Hello there ladies and gentlemen.
Hello there ladies and gents.
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready or not?

Hello there ladies and gantlemen.
Hello there ladies and gents.
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready or not?

Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to do a number with me?
Would you like to? Would you like to?
Would you like to do a number with me?

Naomi finished off the song with a final ruff and a sustained note which was followed by a round of rigorous cheering from the assembled fanbase. I whooped and hollered along with them, not missing Mello's small smile at me.

Well, that was new. Mello never smiled at me during a show, barely acknowledging my presence before the press took an interest in 'Mello's ginger boyfriend'. He was probably playing it up for the cameras.

But, hey, a boy can dream, right?

A/N: So what do you think, Rachie?

Songs used this chappie: Cry, Cry, Cry by Johnny Cash and Hello There by Cheap Trick

For everyone reading Still Just Matt: I will be updating soon, I hope. I just wanted to start this for Missed because she's been waiting patiently since January... or something like that.

Please Review! I want to know if Rachie's story sucks or not.

I hope the answer is not... XD

Hey, a boy can dream, right?

Your friendly neighborhood review whore,

Kale ^.^