AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey everybody! I haven’t written many fics for a while though I did write a poem called "Ever." So, if you want to check it out, go right ahead…after you read this fic! And this goes out to A*MON because she deserves to be recognized. She helped me out with the plot line. On with the story!

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Here is a usual scene, our famous trio—or shall I say, one to be—are walking along surprisingly serene; off to a store to fit their needs, for supplies or just plain entertainment. Why don’t we check on them now?

"Damn, I need this Pokédex updated!" Ash began.

"Oh yeah, you’d better or you’ll choke." Scoffed Misty.

"No, please, not at this hour of the morning." Brock winced and hung his head low.

"It’s eleven thirty, Brock!" Misty was challenging Brock to see how far he’d go into a shouting match, what she loved to do. Opening her big mouth.

"Hey back up there, Misty—" Apparently, her influence from Ash got the best of her. "I didn’t actually mean back up!! Why did you say ‘you’ll choke?’"

"What I meant was, even if you’ve seen the dang Pokémon before, for the zillionth time, you whip it out and say ‘what’s this…?’ Oh you’ll be a Pokémon Master if ya keep that up!" Misty explained with a hint of sarcasm.

"Why don’t we go our separate ways for now?" Brock cut in, "Here’s a department store with a videophone, just what you need to contact Professor Oak. Misty can go blow up the other half of the store if she wants to. Let’s stop the fiasco."

"Okay fine, be what you will. I just need a huge update for this thing. It’s being ghetto." Ash stated.

"Then your videophone awaits you…" Brock stood aside from Ash and swung his arms to the entrance, as if he were a servant for the almighty prince. Of course, stubborn as Ash was, he rolled his eyes and continued through.

"Misty, I’m going to be in the Breeder’s section which is…uh, erm…let’s put it this way, a journey down the Nile River." Brock said sarcastically, bringing a smile to the redhead’s lips.

"Right!" Misty let out a cute chuckle, "I’ll be in the music section!"

"See ya later then! Bye!" Brock went on his way.

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"N…N…Where is *NSYNC??? Talk about finding a Tootsy Roll in a Sumo wrestler’s stomach." Misty noted to herself.

"Let me guess—you want *NSYNC!" A peppy saleswoman waltzed over to the CD rack Misty was browsing in.

"Ooooh! You must be very special to get that bingo question!" She continued with a small laugh and mused, "Yeah, special education…"

"Ahaha! Very witty! Well follow me, missy, and I’ll direct it to you!" The woman cheered.

"Umm, can you hold on for a sec—" Misty turned away to pick up her backpack, and when she did return to her previous position, the woman was nowhere to be found.

"Eh, I hate salespeople anyway." Suddenly after being absentminded about the music videos playing on the miniature television that was attached to the wall, came the video, Pop by *NSYNC.

"Dirty Pop…*NSYNC…BT… I’m sick and tired of hearin’ all these people talk about, ‘what’s the deal with this pop life, and when’s it gonna fade out?’" Justin Timberlake cooed through the screen. However, it wasn’t too long before someone else began singing.

"The thing you got to realize what we’re doin’ here is not a trend. We’ve got the gift of melody, and we’re gonna bring it till the end!" That was a wonderful chant of the song. It could be a female duplicate. Most people turned head and started to move over to where the attraction was.

"Do you ever wonder why, this music gets you high? It takes you on a ride, you feel it when your body starts to rock, the minute you can’t stop. And the music’s all you got, this must be…POP." The dance moves waded in.

It was a free concert to anyone who was lucky enough to be in the store at that time. Even coin throwing became a trend as she got to the final ending of the song.

"Excuse me, young lady. May I talk to you for a quick moment?"

"Sure!" ‘I feel so loved!’ Misty cogitated observing the salesman before her.

"How about if I told you I’m actually a record producer, Marcus Songster of SingBig Records?"

"I’d say, you’re the luckiest son of a gun to walk the world of entertainment!" She guffawed at her insight. Meanwhile, the man shot her an effortless smile. "Heh…heh, sorry! Were you going to ask me something?"

"Pardon me for interrogating you, but just one more question. I didn’t catch your name, may I have it?"

"Misty Williams."

"Well, Misty, I usually don’t do this, but here is my card. Don’t hesitate to call. Maybe we’ll see how well you can sing a few hit songs." Now Marcus returned a warm smile; unlike the particular one, he gave at Misty’s sarcasm.

"Uh…thank…you." She stuttered raising an eyebrow suspiciously, then pivoting around to the exit to meet her friends while placing the business card in her back pocket. It was now about one o’clock. Just in time…

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"Hey! Misty! Wait up!" A familiar male voice heeded.

"Hi Brock." She waved back.

"Did you catch what was the big commotion over there? I overheard a conversation between two men that some girl got a big record deal just from singing the ‘NSTINK’ song. Pshaw, I never heard of such a thing!" Brock spoke to her between breathes.

"Yeah, how queer…heh." She replied. ‘Oh joy. What am I going to say now???’

"Did you see her? I knew you went over to the music section. I need to know one thing…was she so unbelievably gorgeous that her beauty would make me fly off the face of the earth?!" Brock asked turning a shade of red.

‘Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap…’ "She wasn’t anything to look at. Though, Ash might’ve had an interest in her." She answered, then thought. ‘I love to dream. Heh, heh.’

"Oh. She was probably some tomboy trainer—" Misty winced. Brock wasn’t stupid, he probably figured it out by now.

"you…?" he asked her. The blood from her face drained.

"Was it you by any chance? Come to think of it, you didn’t seem to be interested in the particular subject we were talking about…why?" he continued to question her.

"It was me! It was me! OKAY? You’re worse than Ash for cryin’ out loud!" Misty retorted.

"Heh, heh. So…she was someone Ash would be interested in, eh?" Brock asked her knowingly.

"Brock, I didn’t say ANYTHING! I don’t even like him…really! I was just screwing with your mind! Honestly!" Misty challenged angrily at his persistence.

"Sure…sure…" Brock replied full of sarcasm.

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