Hey there Austin&Ally fans! Here's a new fic idea that came to me while watching a movie starring one of the minor characters (I'll mention it but only if you stick around. Guess and you get a prize. The clue: It contains a Golden Retriever)

I hope you like the idea since it's a little more out there then what I've read before. I own nothing but the story line, any original OC's and some songs that I have written myself. Here is a link to what my character Roxie, looks like- ?order=9&q=Rock+Chick&offset=72#/d4ecqa7. She's brunette though in case it's not clear and has no piercings apart from a nose stud.

If you can also guess the reference to my Fic title you'll also get a prize!

If you really want to enjoy this fic then I suggest bringing up Rock Of Ages (The musical not the movie) opening song, Just like paradise/Nothin but a good time. It will rock your world plus it really suits Roxie's intro to the fic.

Enjoy!


Roxie's POV

I can not get over how great America is! I've only been here a week and I'm already in love with this place. It was everything I dreamed it would be! Miami was like paradise! Even this music shop, Sonic Boom, was amazing! It was bustling with customers of all ages, looking to buy instruments to learn over the summer. The guitars were all incredible, my dream guitar standing right in front of me.

"Oh come on Ally! Please! You'd be great and you need a chance to shine!" I looked up from examining my perfect acoustic guitar ( . /images/Product% ) to see a blonde kid standing in front of the shops counter, talking to a shortish brunette with a stern/fearful expression. The blonde kid looked kinda familiar but I shook it off.

"No Austin! I can't, not with my stage fright!" she hissed angrily, looking around fearfully.

"Oh come on Ally!" he groaned. "We're seventeen, please just try and get over your stage fright," the girl shook her head stubbornly. "It's been two years and you deserve some recognition," he said softly, smiling at her genuinely. The girl sighed contentedly, staring up at him with big brown eyes. Maybe they were going out. Damn he was cute too.

"I'm sorry Austin but I can't. as much as I want to be like you and be able to get up on stage and sing…I just can't."

Hold on a second. That made me stop from my way out of the store. She was a performer that doesn't want to perform?

"Uh excuse me?" I asked, taking the guitar I had been looking at over to the bickering couple. "Did you just say that you're a performer that doesn't want to perform?" I asked. The Ally girl gave me an wary look.

"Yeah, so? Why were you listening to our conversation?" she demanded.

"Well it's kinda hard to miss when you're basically shouting at someone trying to help you. Nice way to treat your boyfriend," I said, smirking at her. They both turned bright red.

"Oh, w-we're not dating," Ally stammered, the boy , Austin I think, agreeing with her. I smiled. This could benefit me.

"Oh sorry, my mistake," I said, shooting a look at Austin. I'm not a tramp or anything but hey he's hot.

"Is that an English accent?" Austin asked, probably trying to change the subject.

"Why yes it is but stop trying to change the subject. Why Won't you perform? You're obviously talented," I said. Ally blushed.

"I-I can't. You wouldn't understand," she mumbled, looking away. I smirked, shaking my head.

"I don't think I'd want to if it could stop someone performing. There's nothing like grabbing a guitar, drum sticks, a Saxophone, a base or pulling up a piano stool and just going nuts," I said, feeling my adrenaline build with each word.

Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the Les Paul Gibson sitting near the counter and struck the first notes.

All the heads whipped towards me, the expression on Ally's horrified face (Before she ducked behind the counter at all the eyes) mirrored the one on Austin's excited and amused face. I continued, the eyes on me not freaking me out at all.

(Roxie:)
Come on feel the noise
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild! Wild! Wild! Wild!

(Roxie) Rockin' steady in her daddy's car She got the stereo with the big guitars And that's all right! yeah!

All right!

(Roxie)
I got the itch and a restless soul She gone with the wind Goanna go for broke tonight! Yeah! And that's…

All right!

(Roxie)
That's it, that's it!
Girl, we've been meant for this since we were born!

(Roxie)
Since we were born!

(Roxie)
No problems now, the coast is clear! It's just the calm before the storm!

(Roxie)
This must be just like livin' in paradise Just like paradise! And I don't want to go home!

(Roxie:)
I ain't never goin' home!

No one but me knew how true that was. I'm never going home if I can rock out like this here!

(Roxie)
This must be just like livin' in paradise!
And I don't want to go home!

(Roxie)
Now listen!
Not a dime, I can't pay my rent
I can barely make it through the week
Saturday night I'd like to make my guy
But right now I can't make ends meat

I'm sorry to say that this is true. I have virtually no money left.

(Roxie)
I'm always workin', slavin', every day
Gotta get away from the same old same old! I need a chance just to get away!

(Austin)
If you could hear her think…

(Rory:)
This is what I'd say!

Austin joining in certainly was a surprise but I wasn't complaining. Damn could this guy sing! Not the most rock suited but damn either way.

(Roxie and Austin)
Don't need nothin' but a good time

(Roxie)
How can I resist?

(Roxie and Austin)
Ain't lookin' for nothin' but a good time!
And it don't get better than this

I nodded to Austin, toning down the guitar as he stood up on a piano bench not to far away, holding up an imaginary glass.

(Austin)
I raise a toast to all of us
Who are breakin' our backs everyday
If wantin' the good life is such a crime…

(Roxie)
Lord, then put me away!

(Austin)
Here's to you!

My fingers danced over the strings, leaping from fret to fret like they belonged there, which they did.

(Roxie and Austin)
Don't need nothin' but a good time How can I resist?

(Roxie and Austin)
Ain't lookin' for nothin' but a good time
And it don't get better than this Don't need nothin' but a good time How can I resist? Ain't lookin' for nothin' but a good time And it don't get better than this Don't get better than Don't get better than-

(Ally)
Wait a minute!

Austin and I froze, our dance in mid step, my fingers freezing from the shout below me. The customers exploded into applause, clapping so loudly I thought I would go deaf.

"That was awesome!" Austin cried, standing in front of me as I jumped down from on top of the counter, applause thundering around the shop. "I haven't had that much reception since 'Double Take'!" he laughed.

"I knew I recognised you! You're Austin Moon!" I cried, pointing at him. His eyes widened.

"My videos are seen in England?" he asked.

"Well it is the world wide web," I laughed.

"Have they stopped?" came Ally's voice from under the counter. I gave Austin a look but he just smiled.

"That's one of the biggest effects of her stage fright," he chuckled before bending down. "It's ok Ally, they've stopped staring," he said gently. I smiled down at them as Austin coaxed a terrified looking Ally out from under the counter, treating her like she was little kitten. Even though these two aren't dating, they so will if I have anything to do with it.

As soon as Ally was up she rounded on me. "There's no playing music in the store!" she snapped. My eyebrows furrowed, along with Austin's.

"Uhh Ally it-" I held up my hand.

"No, let's see how long it takes her beach boy," I said, causing him to blush. "Sorry, it's a habit of mine to give people names like that based on their appearance," I said and he blushed again, a hand going to his hair.

"I can't help that I have surfer hair," he mumbled, stroking it.

"It's ok, it suits you," I said, smiling at him. He smiled back, his grin the brightest I had ever seen. Seriously, I might need sunglasses.

Ally was glaring at me. Phase one already working.

"What I meant," she said in an icy voice. "Was that if you want to play an instrument you should at least play them with respect for the other customers in mind. And respect for the instruments. They're not toys they-"

"Excuse me?" a voice interrupted Ally's speech. We all turned to see a middle aged woman standing there with a little kid, a girl with darkish skin, dark brown hair and even darker eyes. I smiled at her and she blushed, hiding behind her mum.

"Yes, how can I help you?" Ally asked cheerily.

"Well actually I was wondering about your other employee," she said, pointing at me. My eyes widened and I took a few steps back, not expecting that. Ally looked shocked to. "I was wondering if you would sell me that guitar. My daughter wants to learn to play and she loved your playing-"

"And her singing," the little girl whispered, shooting a glance at me. I smiled again, mouthing a 'thank you' to her. She giggled. Her mother smiled down at her before looking back at me.

"Anyway, I was wondering if you could tell me what kind of guitar that is," she said.

"Well I'm sorry ma'm but she-"

"Can tell you that this is a 1972 vintage and authentic Les Paul Gibson electric guitar complete with sunrise pattern," I said quickly, cutting Ally off. The woman's eyes widened.

"Wow that's a mouthful," she said. I gave her a simple smile.

"Well it's quite simple to learn about guitars ma'm but if you want I'm sure Ally here will happily sell this one to you," I said, taking it off, waving it goodbye before handing it to the little girl. She gasped happily, taking it and strumming a sloppy A chord. I smiled. "Move your middle finger up a fret honey, the A chord is performed all on the same fret," I instructed gently. The girl moved her finger before strumming again, the chord ringing loud and clear. "There you go!" I said, smiling at her. She giggled, playing it over and over again.

"I'll take it," the woman said, grabbing Ally's arm and pulling her over to the counter to make the purchase.

"How did you do that?" Austin breathed, watching a very surprised Ally sell the guitar before waving the woman off. I shrugged.

"It's a gift I guess. If it's to do with music, it just happens for me," I said, smiling up at him. His grin brightened even more, if that was possible.

"That's what I'm like!" he exclaimed. I chuckled, finding his childlike excitement rather endearing.

"So, I don't think I have your name," Ally said briskly. I almost jumped, I really wasn't expecting her.

"Uhh Roxie, Roxie Lyric," I said slowly. Her eyebrows rose.

"Really?" she asked and I nodded.

"Well Roxie I think it's time for you to go," she said. I sighed. I knew from the moment I started playing that I had pissed her off.

"Look I'm sorry if I've upset you, I won't play instruments in the store anymore," I promised sincerely. "But I really need a job. I was hoping, since music is my life, that I could get a job where I'd be good at it." Ally didn't look to sure, glancing up at Austin. He was looking thoughtful.

"I think it would be a good idea Ally, she seems like she needs help and she's already helped make a sale and she doesn't even work here," he said. I smiled gratefully, causing Ally's frown to harden slightly when he returned it. I caught her expression and instantly let it drop. If I wanted this job, and to keep off the streets, then I would need to turn down the flirting, which is hard for someone like me. I'm naturally flirty! "Come on Ally, she's asking for a favour."

Ally sighed. "Fine, you can take over half of my shifts. You'll be working every day 3.00pm to 6.00pm until the shop closes," she instructed. Well at least I had the mornings to find another job. Maybe at a breakfast diner.

"Great! When do I start?" I asked excitedly. Ally looked up at the clock on the wall.

"In about an hour," she said, smiling coldly at me. I could tell already that this chick didn't like me.

Before I could say another word Ally turned and walked away, up a flight of stairs and disappearing into a room. Probably storage.

"Don't mind Ally. She's a great girl, just not very welcome to change," Austin said over my shoulder. I turned to him.

"I don't mind, I'm tougher then I look," I said with smirk. He laughed, moving back to jump up onto the counter.

"I don't find that hard to believe," he said through a chuckle. I laughed too.

"So…any rules I should know about?" I asked. Austin's smile turned into a smirk.

"You have no idea. Rule number one…"


I hope you enjoyed Roxie's opening song, I thought it expressed her well you know; Only needing music, not having much money, not wanting to go home.

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