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Assistant: Title: Yesterday
        Author: TalosLives TalosLives 
        Chapter: 15/19 
        Summary: Fang (Also known as Lucy) had the best life she could have ever hoped for after all her troubles growing up. She had a wonderful family that consisted of the love of her life, Anon, and a daughter she loved named Amber. She was a respected teacher at Volcano High, she still had close connections to her friends and family, and she was happy with everything. She went to bed thinking it would be just like any other day tomorrow.Only Fang woke up to find herself without her husband and daughter and at the age of eighteen again. Arriving two days before Anon arrived at Volcano High and having to, once again, deal with all the problems Fang had to deal with in her life before she graduated. Scared, frustrated, and confused, Fang not only has to try and restore what she had again, but maybe even risk making it better without jeopardizing her and her loved ones future.But every action, new or old, has consequences that might make everything better or worse
        Contents: Chapter 15: Venue Search Part 1
    

    


      
        
          Well, shall we begin with the Venue Search?Thanks to Chance for editing and Amagedonus for proofreading
      
  

  
  
    
    
  
    "Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
  

  
  
    
      Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
    
  

  
  
    Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends."
  

  
    -"A Little Help From My Friends" By The Beatles
  

  
    ***
  
 The weekend couldn't come soon enough. Fang had literally counted the hours until Saturday when she and her friends could go out looking for a venue. This was much earlier than it was originally done, but Fang didn't think this would be a big deal. The band was successful now, so they had to keep riding on that success. Plus, it would be an excellent chance to get closer to Anon. 
  
  
She didn’t have any plans to try and turn it into a date like the first time. She had learned her lesson about rushing things. Fang was determined to be Anon's friend first and foremost before she made a move. She needed to win him over and get him to fall in love with her.
  
  
Unlike last time, Trish and Reed were free to join since it was on a different day than initially. While Fang wasn't against rocking at  Dino-Moe's  again since Uncle Moe would always allow it for his favorite goddaughter, she did like the idea of trying a new place out this time.  Dino-Moe's  could always be her backup. 
  
  
After picking a meeting place and time with the group, all she had to do was get Naser to drop her off. Of course,  someone had to be a bit nosey and get involved like the little manipulator she was.
  
  
"Hi, Fang!" Naomi said at the front door with her usual smile as Fang stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Even before they became friends, Fang had long figured out that most of Naomi's “bubbly and cute” behavior was just a smokescreen. Not only was it a means to try and be the perfect "girlfriend" for Naser, but it was also her personal way of showing herself to the world to be more memorable.
  
  
Naomi had always been afraid of being forgotten. The problem was that she kept thinking she needed to be some “perfect” person in order to be remembered. But in the end, all that did was cost her Naser. It wasn’t until Naomi and Fang got to seriously know each other that she started to mellow out and return to her true self.
  
  
But this wasn't the Naomi she knew. This was still  Annoying Naomi .
  
  
"...What are you doing here?" Fang asked, but she could already guess why. 
  
  
"Oh, I just thought I'd come over and spend time with Naser," Naomi chirped.
  
  
 More like getting involved in my life again, you conniving fox, Fang thought.
  
  
"Oh, hey babe," Naser said as he came over and kissed Naomi. "You should have told me that you were coming over."
  
  
"I wanted it to be a surprise!" Naomi said with a giggle. "So, are you busy?" 
  
  
"Well, I was going to take Fang out and drop her off at her friends-"
  
  
"Oh, for that venue search you guys were thinking of doing for the band?" Naomi asked innocently.
  
  
"How do you know about that?" Fang asked as she folded her arms.  Seriously, if it wasn't for the fact that I know you are obsessed with Naser, I'd think you had an obsession with me. 
  
  
"Oh, Naser told me about everything! You know, true lovers have no secrets between themselves~" Naomi purred towards Naser and blew him a kiss. It would probably cause him to smile... If Fang didn't give him a deathglare that made him turn his head and start to whistle, much to Naomi's chagrin. "You know, I can think of a few places that might be neat for you and the band to play!"
  
  
"Is the Magical Rainbow Gumdrop Land where unicorns fly around farting ice cream out of their @ss@s?" Fang asked in a deadpan expression. 
  
  
Naomi’s eyebrow twitched in agitation before her mask returned. "Anyways, I'm sure Naser and I would be more than happy to help you out."
  
  
Naser snapped his head to his girlfriend in surprise. "We will?"
  
  
"We didn't ask for your help," Fang growled. 
  
  
"Maybe you should try asking for it? You never know when you might need someone to help you  fix a problem," Naomi said with a silent barb at Fang.
  
  

   Alright, Naomi. You want to play that game? 

  
  
"Well, that's the problem with asking people for help these days. You never know when someone is honest, and another person is a  fake  trying to be so  loved  that they act like a total  b@tch," Fang replied with a smirk. 
  
  
This time, Naomi didn't bother hiding her glare, and Fang swore she could see her nails digging into her palms as she clenched her hands. Naser looked between the two girls and a window, no doubt tempted to dive right through it so as to save himself from the incoming sh@tstorm.
  
  
"Ahem?" The three turned around to see Ripley Aaron glaring at them with his usual stoic and firm look. "I think it's a good idea for you to go with your sister, Naser."
  
  
"Come on, Dad. She's going to be fine," Naser said nervously. "She's got Reed, Trish, and Anon with her. They're gonna be in a group."
  
  
"I don't care. You're going with her to make sure that she's fine, and that's final," Ripley growled as Fang sighed. Even after her mother's "lecture," Ripley was still thinking of Anon as some punk gangster who'd do horrible things. However, Ripley continued, "I want you to make sure she's going to be okay. After what happened that night, I want to make sure someone is there for her, especially family. Alright?"
  
  
Fang blinked upon hearing some actual genuine concern in his tone.  Wait, is he just worried for me in general? Is this because of what happened that night? Then again, he didn't actually bring up Anon... 
  
  
"I think it's a great idea! " her mother said, walking in with a bright smile on her face. “It's such a nice day outside; the two of you could spend time together with your friends. You don't get to be young forever."
  
  
Fang sighed, knowing she had lost this battle now that both her parents agreed. "Fine. Naser and Strawberry Shortcake can come along, but I'm not responsible for anything that happens to them."
  
  
"Hey! I'm not short! I grew an inch this year!" Naomi pouted with her cheeks all puffy.
  
  
 That's what she's bothered by the most?  Fang thought with a raised eyebrow before following the others outside.  Ugh, let's hope this isn't going to be a disaster. At least there won't be any other surprises. 
  
  
***
  
  
"Why are Stella, Rosa, and Sage here?" Fang asked with a twitching eye.
  
  
The meeting was just at the town center, where she thought she would find just her three friends. Instead, she saw the three most prominent members of the Garden Club here with them, and Fang had no idea why. Trish looked just as annoyed at having such a large group with them as Fang was, while Reed didn't seem to care. Anon was a bit nervous while the three newcomers looked plain happy.
  
  
"Ah, Fang! Sorry for the sudden arrival, but Anon was helping us put new fertilizer in the garden shed when he remembered he had to come here to help you find a new place to play your music," Rosa said with a smile. "Since he helped us a lot, we thought it would be nice to help you.  Pagalo adelante, sí?”  
  
  
"Besides, I have nothing else to do anyway since Leo's out visiting family for the weekend," Sage said with a shrug. "Figured it would be a nice day to hang out."
  
  
"Plus, I'd love to help show Anon more of the town," Stella said as Anon nodded in thanks, which made Fang's wings flare a bit, but she kept her comments to herself.
  
  
"Oh, yeah. I've been meaning to ask. Are you guys best friends or something?" Reed asked.
  
  
"Uh, well, Stella and I were online friends for a long time. We only recently realized we lived in the same area, and we've become… physical friends," Anon said as he tried to find the right word to describe what they were.
  
  
 Damnit, Anon! Choose better wording! Fang though as she felt her eye twitch again.
  
  
“O-Oh!” Naomi's tail twitched as her smile became a bit more scrunched up. "Y-You never told us this, Anon."
  
  
Fang couldn't help but smirk upon seeing Naomi having this internal crisis over a sudden linchpin to her plan that came out of nowhere like an RKO. 
  
  
"Uh, sorry for their last-minute arrival," Anon apologized as he rubbed the back of his head. "I kinda didn't know what to say."
  
  
"How about the word ‘no’, Skinnie?" Trish muttered. 
  
  
"Hey, I don't mind. The more the merrier," Reed said before grinning.
  
  
"It's fine," Fang said, waving her hand and sighing. "I kinda brought sudden company as well, so I guess we're even in that regard."
  
  
"Yeah, why are you two here?" Trish asked them with suspicious glares.
  
  
"Uh, Dad wanted me to look after Fang," Naser answered. 
  
  
"What? Does he think she's four or something? Besides, I don't know how many of you could help find a venue for us when none of you are in the band in the first place," Trish pinched her eyebrows.
  
  
"Considering almost everyone here has told or suggested you guys change to a guitar instead of a second bass for two years? And that we were proven right after your stubborn refusal? I think our opinions should be considered," Sage said with a raised eyebrow, which earned her a glare from Trish. Anon and Naser couldn't help but snort at the comment.
  
  
"Oh, don't start with that-"
  
  
"Come on, Trish. Nothing wrong with a bunch of friends joining us," Reed said with a frown before giving the Trike a calming smile. "Besides, it's a nice day, and it might be fun to hang out together."
  
  
Trish was going to say something when Fang interrupted her. "Trish, everyone is here already. Just let it go so we don’t have to waste more time, okay?"
  
  
"Ugh, fine. Whatever. Let's just get started," Trish grumbled. 
  
  
Deciding to take charge and avoid how annoying the last venue search was in her previous experience, Fang walked ahead of the group and turned around. "Alright, so if everyone wants to help, that's fine. But let's make a few things clear: This is for  VVURM DRAMA, and all three members must agree unanimously on the venue. You guys can help us find some locations, but we're the ones who have to say yes or no. Also, please remember the music we play and the audience we're looking to attract, so places like a fancy restaurant, anime stores, flower markets, or public libraries are probably out of the question."
  
  
A few specific people in the group frowned in disappointment. 
  
  
"We'll search for a few hours, then get some lunch. Afterwards we can break up into small groups and search again before meeting back here. Also, since Anon's new here, we'll show him around some places of interest, but remember, the goal is the venue. Any questions?" Fang asked, to which nobody said anything. "Then let's get going."
  
  
"Oh! I know the perfect place to start," Naomi said as she raised her hand.
  
  
"No, we're not doing the hotel across the street," Fang said, already knowing where Naomi was thinking. "Not only is it the wrong place for us to hang out, but Trish would firebomb it in a split second."
  
  
"Why?" Anon asked. 
  
  
"It's owned by Dinold Trump," Trish growled with spite. 
  
  
"Ah."
  
  
*** Although the group was larger than the first time, Fang slowly found herself acclimating as they started to interact while exploring the town. At first, it was just about trying to find a venue, but as time passed, it became an everyday teenage hangout. They chatted, laughed, joked, and discussed. It was all standard teenager stuff that Fang had honestly missed when she grew up. 
  
  
From Sage talking to Anon about ways to make cheap but tasty meals, to Rosa and Reed talking about horticulture, it was all a variety of different and relaxing conversations. Stella even got Naser and Trish involved in a discussion about anime that didn't involve the two arguing. Instead, they were just plain confused as the Stego tried to explain the storyline of  Baccano! Until Anon had to come over to explain it to the "Normies." Fang was surprised that he was willing to reveal that he knew anime in public, considering how private he was about that, but it seemed that hanging out with Stella had caused him to become more relaxed when talking about it. In fact, the more that he did and was not given any harsh mocking for it, the happier he seemed.
  
  
"I never fully understood anime, but I have been meaning to check it out," Naser told Anon. "Got any good recommendations for beginners?"
  
  
"Sure," Anon said before looking a bit away. "You don't… find it weird, do you?"
  
  
"Nah, I mean, it's just animation, right? What's the big deal?" Naser said, which made Anon smile.
  
  
"Told you," Fang caught Stella whispering to Anon, and the smile he gave her.
  
  
 Goddamnit... Fang growled as she clenched her fist. 
  
  
"...Say, Anon? Why don't you pick the next spot to check?" She said out loud, which made him look up. 
  
  
"Me?" He said in surprise as he pointed to himself.
  
  
"Well, everyone else took a turn, and you can't possibly pick worse than Sage's last suggestion," Fang said. 
  
  
"How was I supposed to know that place was a Scientologist Church?!" Sage shouted as his tail wagged in annoyance, and he puffed up his cheeks.
  
  
"Um, Okay," Anon said as he looked around the street and then picked a dark-looking club building called the  "Purple Rose,"  which had images of roses around it. "How about that place?"
  
  
"I like the name!" Rosa said with glee, which wasn't a surprise. 
  
  
"How about I check this one out? I need to use a bathroom anyway," Reed said as he walked towards it.
  
  
"I'll go with him to see if I can speak to the manager," Naser said as he followed the raptor.
  
  
"Do your best, Naser!" Naomi shouted for encouragement.
  
  
As the group settled in on their side of the street, Fang took the opportunity to talk to Anon. "So, do you have any family living in the area?"
  
  
"Not really. Most of them are out of state save for my parents," Anon replied as he tried to pick his words carefully. "My family isn't exactly the warm and loving kind. We barely see each other save for things like weddings or funerals. And even then, those are just quick hello’s and goodbye’s."
  
  
"Kinda cold for a family, bro," Sage said with a raised eyebrow.
  
  
"I guess. I was close to my cousins once, but that's because I used to babysit them," Anon said.
  
  
"Wait, you used to babysit your cousins?" Trish asked. "Are you talking about your cousins from your mother's side?" Stella asked, which caused Fang to snap her head towards the Stego. H-how does she know about Anon's family? Are they talking online about that?  Fang thought. "That's right, Stella. I was talking about sons of my uncle from my mother's side of family. He's alright, just tends to be more isolated due to his job. Not as much as my Aunt, though. She and her husband are architects, so they travel practically everywhere. I haven't seen my cousin in years, though I keep getting Christmas cards from them," Anon explained.  Hmm, maybe I can have Anon reconnect with his other family this time?  Fang thought. Anon practically dropped all his family after college due to the issues between him and his parents. None of Anon's family came to their wedding despite sending them invitations. He even tried inviting this "Cousin" of his who once lived in the area at one point, but apparently, he dropped off the radar. Something involved an accident with his girlfriend, who went into a coma and passed away shortly after. He just disappeared, and nobody ever heard from him again.  I think Anon mentioned his cousin moved here...four years from now? St. Hammond’s, I think? Maybe I can get them to reconnect? Eh, that's years down the road. 
  
  
"What's it like babysitting a bunch of screaming tiny monkeys?" Trish asked curiously.
  
  
"Calling them monkeys is putting it lightly, but it wasn't too bad. And I only had to do it until my Aunt and Uncle moved again. Honestly, that was the last time I was really close to my family. Although I still have nightmares of my other cousin Prota throwing his food at me because I couldn't cook Mac and Cheese for shit," Anon grumbled as he rubbed his head.
  
  
"How many did you have to babysit?" Fang asked despite knowing the number. 
  
  
"They were triplets," Anon said, which earned some sympathetic glances save from Trish, who nodded in understanding. "I felt like Donald Hadro dealing with his nephews from  Hadrotales  . It was a hassle to keep them in place. I had to use whatever means to keep them still, from video games to movies to  Yu-Di-No  cards."
  
  
"Pfft, you actually played that silly game?" Trish snorted as she did her best to keep herself from laughing. 
  
  
"Hey, it was all the rage at the time," Anon grumbled as he put his hands in his pocket. "Besides, it was years ago. I just have the decks."
  
  
"Relax, I use my old  Pokesaur cards to keep my siblings in check. Though the cards are kinda worn out from use," Trish said. "I really should get some new decks."
  
  
"I didn't know you had siblings," Anon said in surprise. 
  
  
"Yeah. A bunch of hellspawns they are, but they're family," Trish sighed with annoyance and pride. "You think three is bad? Try looking after five little gremlins."
  
  
"Ouch," Anon said with sympathy. "My condolences."
  
  
"Makes me glad I'm an only child," Sage chuckled.
  
  
"I wish I had a sibling or two," Naomi sighed.
  
  
"You want mine? He's free, and you'd have him 24/7 like you want," Fang joked with a smirk towards Naomi, who blushed.
  
  
"I have two  hermanas , but they are both older than me," Rosa said with a bright smile. "We get along well, and I can depend on them anytime."
  
  
"I have… two older siblings too, but… we... don't get along very well," Stella muttered as Rosa muttered something in Spanish with a raging expression. Before anyone could ask, Stella then smiled softly. "But it's okay. I know deep down they still love me. We're just… having a harder time connecting than we used to."
  
  
 Huh, that's new. Then again, Stella never talked about her family much. They weren't even at her wedding with Chad,  Fang realized.  Why have I just noticed this stuff now? Have I been so focused on my own life as an adult that I've forgotten about my friends? No, that's not it, but… I admit I didn't pay too much attention to Stella or Rosa in high school despite their attempts to befriend me... 
  
  
"...You know if you want, Trish? I can give you my old  Pokesaur Cards. I don't really have use for them, and I only kept them around for nostalgia," Anon said to the triceratops, which made her eyes widen. 
  
  
"Really? What's the catch, Skinnie?"
  
  
"How about using my real name for once?" Anon joked, which made Trish stare at him for a bit before she smirked.
  
  
"Alright,  Anon.  Deal. But I still am gonna call you  Monkey Boy  every so often. Gotta keep your simian pride in check."
  
  
"I guess that's the best I can hope for," Anon grumbles, but it's not in bad taste.
  
  
"Hey, we're back!" Reed said as he came out of the club with a flushed-looking Naser who looked ready to crawl into a rock and die.
  
  
"Well?" Trish asked. "How was it?"
  
  
"They said they would be cool with it until they found out we were eighteen," Reed said with a grin and a shrug. "They did agree to play our music for their dancers, though. Said it would go great with their performances."
  
  
"Performances? Dancers?" Fang asked in confusion. "Why would our age be a problem as well?"
  
  
"Oh, right. It’s a male strip club," Reed said plainly, making them all pause.
  
  
 "Dios mío!" Rosa shouted as she took out her cross and started praying.
  
  
Fang couldn't help but laugh at the notion while Trish chuckled beside her. Naomi was bright beet red while Stella did her best to hide her blush. Sage looked interested and was checking the club with further interest, while Anon was just blinking in surprise. He then turned to Naser and asked, "Uh, what's wrong with him?"
  
  
"Oh, Naser got offered a job at the place once he turned twenty-one," Reed said with a grin. "The manager said he has a money-making face and body that he was sure could make him hundreds. Especially with those scars. Chicks dig them"
  
  
"Please kill me..." Naser whispered.
  
  
Fang and Trish couldn't hold it anymore, so they fell to the ground laughing and holding their stomachs while the others chuckled and giggled at the ptero's expense. All but Naomi fainted from the imagery. 
  
  
"Hundreds? With how buff Naser is from track, he'll make thousands and pay his College Tuition for all seven years," Sage joked.
  
  
"Shut up, Sage!"
  
  
*** Thankfully, the next club they visited was known for being popular with teenagers and young adults:  Uprawr . It was one that Fang remembered visiting a few times when she turned eighteen with Trish and Reed. While it was technically non-alcoholic beverages only, it was an open secret that teens snuck beer here occasionally. So long as you weren’t caught or obviously drunk, the staff was willing to turn a blind eye. The interior was large because it hosted dinosaurs of all sizes. There were two main floors. The first was the entrance with the kitchen and bathrooms, but most of it was room for the dance floor and the stage for whatever entertainment was playing that night. One of two staircases accessed the second floor with tables with giant TV screens opposite for sports.
  
  
Deciding it was best to handle this herself alongside Trish and Reed, Fang got inside thanks to the staff remembering the three a few times and got them an audience with the manager, L.J. She was a female greenish-blue Allosaurus with a dark blue mark in the middle of her eyes and wore a spiked leather jacket. She told them straight up that they had twenty minutes to impress her. So they used the clips of their school concert from their new  VVURM DRAMA  SnootTube account to prove themselves and let her look at the comments placed. 
  
  
After listening to some of their songs and seeing their performance, L.J. nodded and returned the phone to Fang. “Well, you guys seem to know what you are doing. I’m not going to lie, that was actually pretty good. You clearly have been working hard and have talent. At least a lot more sense than most rookie bands.”
  
  
“So, you’re interested?” Trish asked with eagerness.
  
  
“Kinda, but I don’t have any openings for a main spot in our lineup. We’re booked for the next three months,” She answered, which made the three sigh in disappointment. “But I can make you guys an opening act for a show next week. Our original one had to cancel due to a family emergency. So, are you guys cool playing five songs for an opening crowd? If so, then we can work something out.”
  
  
“Yes!” The three said instantly, knowing they wouldn’t get a better chance than this. 
  
  
“W-What we mean to say is that’s fine with us,” Fang said with a nod and a smile. Reed and Trish looked pumped at the prospect of being an opening act for a band. “Who are we opening for?”
  
  
“Oh, the lead here now, actually. I’ll introduce you to him,” LJ said as she motioned the others to follow him to the stage. “Yo! Nick?! I found an opening act for you!”
  
  
The three bandmates stood there in curiosity, wondering who this was until a figure came from behind the curtain and walked on stage. In an instant, Fang felt her jaw drop, and she was pretty sure her wings nearly flared out. Trish gasped so loud and held her breath that it was like she forgot how to breathe, and even Reed was frozen solid with awe. 
  
  
A blue male Baryonyx, with a boyish yet handsome face, jumped from the stage and moved blue bangs from his face before smirking at the three. “Hey, I’m Nick Balor. Lead singer and bass player for  Swamp Babies.  Nice to meet you.”'
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