CHAPTER 2
Totally rocked would be the understatement of all time. Busted dominated the stage, with the band pelting out their talent at full blast and the audience going more than a little crazy. The usual assortment of female lingerie flew onto the stage at the lads; one garment hitting James full in the face. The other two thought this was hysterical and tried to insist that James kindly return the gift by taking off his own boxers and donating them to the young lady who had so obligingly given up hers. James put on a cheeky smile and began to pretend to take them off, much to the excitement of the crowd. However he stopped just as it began to get....interesting. As a result, Charlie and Mattie threw him into the audience for fun. It was one of their best shows ever.

Not far away, things weren't going as well for Sarah Greenwood. She had flown to London from Australia for a break, and to get away from a possessive ex. Finding out about local guitarist selections had made her trip more interesting, and she thought she'd have a go just for the fun of it. The advertisement had just mentioned playing at a concert for a well known British band for a night. Only when she rocked up to auditions was she told that she was trying out for a fill in position as a guitarist for Busted, one of her favourite bands. Still, she didn't think she did too badly despite a few nerves. Sarah had won the "Australian young guitarist of the year" award and she knew she could outplay basically most of the people she met at the auditions. But she was still a little surprised when the spunky manager pulled her over at the end of her performance.

"I'm Josh," he smiled, holding out his hand. With her baggy green cargos and black t-shirt, Josh couldn't help noticing how good Sarah looked, despite her casual style. His eyes skimmed over her quickly and when he looked back at her green eyes, Josh winced. She had noticed his travelling gaze, and was clearly sizing him up.
"Sarah." Her voice was clear and had a hard edge to it. She didn't shake his hand. Josh shifted slightly, embarrassed.
"I gotta say, you pretty much knocked our block off just then. We've never seen anyone play as well, except for maybe the lads and other pros...Especially cos you're a-" His voice cut off abruptly, again aware that he'd just made a mistake. Sarah's eyes flashed dangerously. She'd almost been mesmerised by his soft Irish accent, but the last comment had snapped her back to reality.
"What? Girls can't play guitar?" Her voice was a direct challenge and her distasteful look cut Josh up.
"Ahh no-o-o. I just meant, it's uh rare to see girls around," he finished lamely. He couldn't take his eyes off her and he h8ted it.
'I'm making a fool of myself,' he thought grimly. Gritting his teeth together he figured he may as well finish up the conversation quickly.
"Well I just wanted to say that you're the most likely candidate to play, so it'd be great if you're interested."
Her mocking look caught his breath.
"What? You want me, even though I'm a little girl?" She looked up at him through her lashes, and put on her fake cutesy voice. Sarah figured she needed to put him in his place with some of her infamous sarcasm. But Josh almost choked at her words. Wanted her? He blushed instantly, something he hadn't done in years. Sarah caught on though, and stared in amazed disgust.
"If you want me to play guitar," she emphasised the last three words, "call me." Her voice was cold as she turned away. Josh just stared helplessly after her.
He didn't hear her sigh, and he didn't hear her mutter "men- they're all the same."

That was yesterday morning. Then she had received a message from Josh saying that the band didn't need an extra guitarist. 'So much for thinking I rocked,' she though miserably. The little voice at the back of her mind wondered what would have happened if she had played along with Josh and flirted a bit. He was the manager after all, and would have all the say. But this just made her shrug irritably, because she knew she wasn't that type of girl and never could be. Suddenly weary, she decided that she'd skip the Busted concert that night; go get dressed up, and get trashed instead. 'Or at least as much as a 17 year old can get trashed," she reminded herself. Which was basically nothing.