A quick chapter from one of my latest projects to appease some of my wonderful readers as I try to finish my finals for college. I hope you like it so far!

Come on baby we ain't gonna live 4ever

Let me show you all the things that we could do

You know you wanna be together

And I wanna spend the night with you

Yeah, yeah (with you)

Yeah, yeah

Come with me tonight

We could make the night last 4ever

Lavi tapped his foot in time to the drumming in the concert hall above as he sat in the dressing room in wait.

The best of the best. He had to be to have gotten this interview in. And right when they were on tour, too. For weeks Lavi had been trying desperately to get a hold of "Dark Boots." They were the hottest new band out there, and were apparently very picky about interviews. More that their manager was afraid of putting the group's lead vocalist, Lenalee Lee, into the foreground. She wasn't used to the newly acquired fame, as of yet. It surprised Lavi actually.

He had seen some of their performances, on TV and live, and in both cases, the Chinese girl looked so confident in herself. She had a great stage presence and was able to get the audience excited with her cheerful demeanor. It had taken him a good many bribes and swearing on his mother's grave to get him the opportunity to sit backstage at one of the band's (sold out) concerts, and to talk one on one with the lovely lead singer.

The redhead reporter had little time to congratulate himself, however, when Lenelee Lee walked into the empty dressing room with a soft sigh. Though sweaty from exertion and panting lightly from belting her last song, the girl was just as pretty in person as she was on screen. Her dark hair was tired into those trademark pigtails and she was wearing her infamous boots that she never seemed to take off. She looked clearly exhausted but politely held out a hand and smiled widely at Lavi.

"You must be the reporter from 'The Bookman's Guild.' My brother informed me that you were here. It's Lavi, right?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out," Grinned Lavi. "Pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Lee." Lavi stood up and blinked taking her hand. "Your brother?"

Lenalee paused as well, then laughed, "Ah, yes! My brother, Komui Lee. He's our manager. And I'm really sorry if he gave you such a difficult time. He's… rather protective of me."

Lavi chuckled, "Ah, I get it now. Was wonderin' why ya had the same names. I also gotta tell ya, he's definitely got your best interest at heart. Most managers are in it for the money."

Lanelee sighed, "I suppose so. But please have a seat! I'm afraid the intermission only lasts twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes s'all we need," Lavi grinned, pulling out a recorder, a notepad, and clicking his pen as he settled into the chair he was previously waiting in. "Ready when you are, Miss Lee."

"Please call me Lenalee," The girl smiled, seating herself across from him on the couch, legs crossed and hands in her lap. She nodded back. "I'm ready."

"K' then," Lavi quick glanced at his notes then looked back up, pressing record. "How did "Dark Boots" get its start, and how'd it get its name?"

Lenalee hummed in thought. "Well… I already knew two of my band mates from high school. Joel and Danny. They always wanted to start a band, but we lacked a bassist and backup vocals. When they went off to college they met an upper classman, Miranda, and discovered that she was an excellent bassist and had a wonderful voice. One Christmas break they came home and invited Miranda with them to meet me, and from there it's history. We all just worked great together.

"As for the name," Lenalee giggled. "I always wear boots no matter what the occasion is. I almost never take them off…"

Lavi caught the look on her face before she attempted to smile again. Shame? Guilt? Both? He couldn't quite decipher it, but it seemed he'd accidentally hit upon a touchy subject.

"Because of my habit, Joel thought it was appropriate to have a band named after my footwear. We originally called ourselves "Black Boots," but changed "Black" to "Dark" after we sighed on to Dark Order Recording Studios."

Lavi was still inwardly curious about why singer seemed so upset about her shoes, but chose not to comment on it. He clicked his pen again and scanned his for another question to ask. "Your first single, "Misery Business," how would you describe the sudden success that came with it?"

"Oh, it was intense!" the girl laughed, sitting up in on the couch. "One day we were this unknown local band that practiced in my brother's basement, the next, we hear ourselves on the radio! And then there was an incident when I was getting out on class to go to a recording, and this huge mob of fans was waiting for me outside. I had to have teachers escort me out the back and to my brother's car."

Lavi felt himself wanting to chuckle with her for reasons he couldn't explain. Lenalee's personality was quite uplifting. "Sounds pretty crazy."

"It really was. I'm happy that our music affects so many people, but at the same time…" Lenalee paused, biting her lip. "At the same time I sort of miss the days when I was know as Lenalee Lee the student council president instead of Lenalee Lee, lead singer for "Dark Boots.""

The reporter felt a twinge of sympathy for her, but Lenalee just smiled softly. "I have no regrets, though. It was a dream I shared with my band mates. We set out to get our music recognized, and we accomplished that goal. Privacy is one of the many sacrifices we made to get where we are today, but I'd do it again, if given the chance."

"Admirable," he heard himself reply, but mentally hit himself for showing any real emotion other then that fake goofy persona he presented to the public.

Lenalee looked up and flushed, "I, uh… I'm sorry if I was getting way off track. I don't usually get this honest with reporters. No offence."

"None taken," Lavi grinned, putting the notepad down for a moment, but clicking his pen a few times out of some weird, newly acquired anxiety. "Actually, m'on my last few questions, and we've still got ten minutes, so no biggie."

"Ah, good," Lenalee sighed. "I was worried that I was wasting your time."

"My time," Lavi blinked incredulously before bursting into laughter. "You're the one whose part of a mega hit band with a nation-wide tour and a second album in the works, and you think you're wastin' my time? Good ta know stardom hasn't corrupted your modesty."

Lenalee pouted, "Well, the media has better things to do then to listen to a silly seventeen year old talk about her fears and stuff."

"Ya kidding? The paparazzi eat up that stuff and throw it on the covers of Star and US weekly," Lavi shook his head and leaned back giving Lenalee a short nod. "You're an interesting girl, Lenalee."

Lenalee looked away, blushing lightly, "I'm no different then any other girl my age really…"

"M'serirous. I interview a lot of teen stars, and not one of them has come across as sincere. Well… there's one, but the kid's British, so he's an exception."

"You mean Allen?" Lenalee turned back wide-eyed.

"Yeah, Allen Walker," Lavi grinned and clicked the pen once more. "Which leads us to our next question. Tabloids have spotted you two hangin' out together with the Brit slow rock star as well as hard rock guitarist Kanda Yu from "Exorcists Fall." Are you involved with either of them and if so what's your relationship?"

Lenalee shook her head with a sigh. "For the record, I'm not dating either Allen or Kanda. The two of them are my friends. I met Allen when he transferred to my school his freshmen year. We both took a lot of music classes together. And theater. Allen loved acting and I like the set designs. Kanda… he and I grew up together. Our families lived side by side and his stepfather took Komui and I in after we lost our parents. You can say he's almost a brother of sorts to me."

"Ah so that's way you can get away with touching him without getting told off. Or in one unlucky camera man's case, knocked out."

"He has anger management issues," Lenalee groaned, brow twitching at the memory of that little disaster. "But he has a good soul. He's just really good at giving people the impression otherwise."

The redhead looked up at the clock then frowned. "I'd love to stick around and ask you just one more question, but unfortunately, my time's up. You gotta go back on in five minutes."

Lenalee jumped up. "Oh my! I didn't even notice!"

"Hey, don't sweat it. I got most of what I came here for, and you're a good conversationalist ta boot. No pun intended."

The singer laughed and held out a hand. "It was a pleasure talking with you."

"Pleasures' all mine, really," Lavi chuckled as he stood and shook her hand. He held her gaze for a moment, and then tilted his head. "Violet?"

"Huh?"

"Your eyes… I've never seen anyone with that color before."

"Ah… I've been told they look fake, but they're real, honestly-"

"Well, yeah, that's my point," Lavi smiled. "I've met plenty of chicks who change their contact colors like they change purses, but those are all natural. It sort of caught me off guard."

Lenalee looked impressed. "You must have a good eye for detail to even see something like that."

Lavi smiled, "S'part of why I got the job. I'd tell you the story, but ya got a crowd of fans waitin.'"

"Well, then you have to tell me more about it when we talk next time."

Lavi opened his mouth in shock, but had little time to react when one of the stage managers called Lenalee back. The girl smiled and handed Lavi a piece of paper.

"Feel free to call me whenever you want another interview, ok?"

Lavi stared at her for a moment, but smiled warmly. "You really are an interesting girl Lenalee Lee."

She laughed it off and hurried out the door calling, "Talk to you soon, Lavi!"

He looked at the paper in his hands labeled "Lenalee's cell phone," and sighed. Pocketing it and closing his notepad, Lavi clicked his pen shut and headed out the back, pausing one last time to hear the Lenalee's singing.

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa..

I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.

And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.

Hey everyone! This is a fun little story verse that'll most likely only be three to five parts long. I like the idea of creating reporter Lavi! He just seems like he's fit into that field, you know? Charismatic, intelligent, and secretive. Oh boy the secretes…

Anyway, look for more chapters in the future! How often I can update? This one will go quicker than Subtle Steps, but slower then Cursed Wings. Helpful… I hope so ;

I also have a fic in the making that's in the same AU as this starring Kanda and Allen, so look out for it! They'll be showing up a few times in this as well.

The songs referenced in this are "4ever" by The Veronicas, and "Misery Business" and "That's What You Get" by Paramore. The story title is also the title of another song by Paramore.

See you next time!