Author's note: Haha, so funny story. I posted a preview of this fic on Tumblr like two months ago and now I've finally found the courage to post it here. I'm actually not so sure about this fic, since it's kind of lame in my eyes, it was just a random plot bunny, after all.

I dunno, maybe I can turn this into qualiteeeh~.

"Why am I doing this again?"

That was a good question. Twenty-two year old Yami Tanaka was standing in front of, what looked like, a completely deserted building. However, one could still hear the faint sounds of guitars playing some familiar songs.

Heavenly Hell was definitely one of his favorite bands and now they, the people whom he had been admiring for more than five years, were holding auditions for a lead guitarist, because their guitarist quit not too long ago. The reason for him leaving was still unknown, but that didn't stop people from talking. Yami remembered the rumors spreading around his neighborhood like fire.

He must have been crazy to think that he would actually have a chance. The guitar that was strapped onto his back had been his one and only guitar for more than fourteen years, but he was absolutely sure that all the other contestants were much better than him.

Not wanting to draw too much attention, he had decided to wear his usual black leather outfit with a couple of chains around his wrists and two belts around his hips. One of them hung loosely around his body, barely clinging to him.

After he had taken a deep breath, he slowly pushed the door open with his shoulder and stepped into the building, feeling the carpeted floor sinking beneath boots. The faint sounds of the familiar songs became louder with each step he took. He was standing in the hall, which was huge, just like he had imagined. The only thing that made him blink a couple of times was the emptiness. He could hear a guitar in the background, but overall, the place was deserted. There was a small desk with a small blackboard in front of it.

The sign had a huge arrow on it, with the words:

"Welcome to the auditions for Heavenly Hell!" written in curly letters. Underneath the arrow was a small paragraph with further instructions.

Yami smiled, even though it felt like a fake smile since he still had no idea why he was standing here. They were probably looking for some kind of professional artist who was looking for something new, not some amateur who had not even had any singing lessons in his entire life. His mom had supported him all the way after he had moved out of the house right after high school. He had no idea how to get into the music industry and this was the only thing he could possible think of.

"Man, I totally screwed up those last chords…" A tall guy with black hair and blue eyes walked out, quite defeated, holding his guitar with only one hand. Yami looked at the guy who was probably not a lot older than himself and gave him an apologizing smile. "Good luck, dude. They won't go easy on you."

"Thanks." The stranger pointed over his shoulder with his thumb to give Yami directions and sulkily walked out of the building. It was kind of obvious why the place was deserted. Of course it was extremely hard to get into a band like this; they would probably send him out right away. Shaking his head, he straightened up and closed his eyes. He would grab this chance and make the best out of it. He had made a promise to himself after all: never let a chance slip, especially not when they can change your life in the blink of an eye.

He looked around to make sure no one else was there and walked towards the room the guy had pointed at. He opened the doors and his jaw hit the ground. The auditorium was even bigger than he had hoped and he could hear his own footsteps echoing through the entire room. In the middle row were his two idols, and he felt his legs lightly buckling under his weight at the sight.

Yugi Mutou, lead singer was sitting in the middle. Yami studied him the best he could from where he stood; his blond bangs hanging devilishly close to his eyes, making the purple orbs almost disappear behind them, the kind smile on his lips while he was talking to his friend, his pale skin glowing brightly in the spotlight... Yami admired everything about him. He always had.

And right next to him, Katsuya Jounouchi, his blond hair draped over his entire face, and his brown eyes sparkling kindly at his friend, who was now laughing softly at one of his jokes. There were both dressed in casual clothes, the same kind they always wore in their clips and when they were on stage. They did not have a certain style, which Yami liked.

He sniffed, and started climbing the few steps before he stood in front of the microphone stand. They had not noticed him yet since they were too busy with their conversation and Yami felt his nose going red. He was not sure if he had to begin or clear his throat to draw their attention.

Instead of clearing his throat, he almost dropped his guitar, but managed to grab it before it would break into a million pieces. It hit the microphone, causing said object to hit the floor, creating a loud screeching noise. Both band members jumped up in their seats and turned back to the young adult on the stage, who was now desperately trying to get back on his feet with the microphone.

"Sorry, my guitar slipped," he said lamely into the microphone. He almost flinched when he heard his own voice erupting from the enormous speakers next to the stage he was standing on. "H-hi." Yugi and Jounouchi looked at each other before laughing softly. Jounouchi turned around his chair to hide the grin on his face and Yugi just shook his head, leaning forward so he could talk into his own microphone.

"It's okay, everyone's nervous. Please tell us a little about yourself. After such an entrance, I'm actually kind of interested in you." The kind smile was back on his lips and Yami appreciated the fact that they didn't send him away, like he had expected them to. He straightened up, feeling his confidence rise in his chest.

"My name is Yami Tanaka, I'm twenty-two years old and I'm currently looking for a job. I've always wanted to be a musician and your band has always been a great inspiration for me. Especially you, Yugi, because you became famous at such a young age. It's my dream to stand on stage and get that amazing feeling rushing through you when you see the faces of the people that admire you. I've been on stage several times and it's like a drug to me, I just can't get enough of it. And—" he stopped, noticing that he was babbling. Yugi had placed his head on his folded hands and was smiling down at him, he felt very hot and cleared his throat. "… Yeah, that's it."

"I gotta say that I really like you, Yami," Yugi said gently. "How long have you been playing the guitar?" Yami looked down at the instrument. His hands were resting on the strings, eagerly waiting to hit them. He looked to his right, casually avoiding eye contact, his lips inches away from the microphone.

"For about fourteen years. I also play the drums, but I wasn't really sure if I should have brought those since they're kind of heavy. And now I sound like a lazy person." Yugi burst out laughing, leaning back in his chair so he would not damage the microphone with his loud voice. Yami could only rub the back of his neck awkwardly. He had not expected his audition to go like this. This was just embarrassing.

Jounouchi had turned back to him, with that lame grin still plastered on his face. Yugi leaned towards the microphone again and let out his last chuckle before he spoke again,

"Okay. Let's finish this before our next tour. What are you going to sing?"

At this point, Yami's fingers were shaking against his guitar and he cracked a smile, hoping that Yugi would approve of his idea.

"A song that I wrote myself. If that's alright with you?"

Yugi beamed. "Sure, go ahead. Ready when you are." He leaned back into his chair after he had written some things down and gave him a reassuring smile. Yami took a step back and let out a soft breath through his nose, closing his eyes. He quickly placed his left fingers on the strings and let his right fingers graze over them.

The beautiful chord echoed softly and he smiled, moving his hand up and down, tapping his foot to the rhythm. His lips parted and the haunting feelings of his past poured out through the lyrics he had written when he was still a teenager.

The feelings he had for that special girl that always sat in the back of class. She was way too shy to talk to anyone, but that didn't stop him from capturing her blue eyes. They became friends in his first year, hung out every now and then, and even though she was always very busy with her schoolwork, he never got mad at her for it, but he couldn't help but feel dejected every time she said,

"I gotta go. I'm sorry." Her brown hair had flown behind her, exposing the little bits of the pale skin on her skinny neck. The swift movements of her legs running over the grass as she waved at him with that absent minded smile of hers. He never got the chance to tell her how he truly felt about her, she saw him as a best friend, a friend whom she could talk to when she needed to.

A friend that would never be more than a friend. But he meant a lot to her and that was almost satisfying enough. He finished the song with a small whisper, saying that he loved her more than anything, his voice shook with emotion and he slowly pulled back. He looked at his guitar, playing a few more chords, humming along with the notes and finished with one last flick of his wrist.

He looked up, his blood red eyes looking at the band members with hope, his hands still shaking from the adrenaline that was rushing through his veins. Yugi's mouth was slightly hanging open, and Jounouchi's eyes were wide. Yami tried to swallow the lump that had formed his throat; his mouth felt dry and he quickly took a step back. He was about to leave when Yugi and Jounouchi stood up, clapping.

For the second time that day, his jaw dropped. The band members of Heavenly Hell were clapping for him. He was probably still standing outside, daydreaming.

"Yami, that was amazing!" Yugi cheered. "How long have you been writing your own songs?" Yami felt the blood rushing to his face since he was not used to compliments, at all. He would always practice alone in his room and that would always end up in a mess, where he would just laugh at himself for even trying.

"I started a couple of years ago. I would always play around with chords and the words kind of floated along."

Yugi and Jounouchi looked at each other, quite impressed, making Yami feel even more stupid. He was feeling very hot and wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible. For the first time, Jounouchi spoke.

"First off, I really like you, Yami, you have a great personality. And your voice is deep and also kind of raspy, which is pretty awesome. But most importantly, you sing with your heart and that's what we're looking for." A goofy smile appeared on Yami's face, he muttered a small thanks against the microphone and Yugi laughed softly.

"Give us your phone number. You'll hear from us soon."

Author's note: Short prologue is short. If I'm gonna continue this, the chapters will be much longer, my standard is 4,000 - 5,000. Most of the time.

Anyway, I know this fic is totally random, GAH. It's based off my own dream of becoming a musician. *hides her instruments, songs and everything else related to music* Maybe I shouldn't have said that, I'm so lame, but meh, whatever. One can always dream, right? *cheeky grin*

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