Avatar: The Last Bandmate Chp 12

Chapter 12:

"What are we gonna call ourselves?"  Ty Lee asked.  She and her friends were in Mai basement practicing.  Azula was sitting at her custom red and gold drum set, lightly tapping her snare drum.

"I've put some thought into that."  She said, focusing on the rhythm she was improvising.  

Mai was sitting with her feet in a chair, absent-mindedly strumming her Gibson EDS-1275.

"Really?"  She asked nonchalantly, a bit uninterested in the conversation.

"Yes Mai."  Azula stated, annoyed.

"What is it Azula?" Ty Lee said perkily from her position standing in front of her mic stand.  

"When my dad offered me that stupid recording contract,"

"Which you turned down."

"Yes, Mai, because Ozai Huo is a manipulative scorch who–"  She stopped mid-sentence.  Her friends looked at each other for a moment but didn't say anything.

"Anyway, he wanted me to be billed as Angel Azula."

Ty Lee's face lit up.  Mai let out an exasperated sigh.  

Meanwhile, a few miles away in the Fire Nation Records studios:

A middle-aged man with large side burns stood in front of Ozai's desk.  The CEO was staring at the oak would of his desk, hands in front of him, fingers interlaced.  

"What've you heard Zhao?"  He asked.

"Apparently, 'The Avatar' is trying to recruit some sort of band."

"What'd you think his intentions are?"

"To make us look bad?"

"And how would he do that?"

"There's the Four Elements Festival."  

Ozai's eyes widened.

"Half the world's music industry will be there."

"More than."

"What'd you suggest we do?"

"Call the Dai Li Dancers."