The Musician

CHAPTER 3

The Musician's Household

Lance Michael's House...

Jane pressed the door bell. "Good Morning," Jane called out.

Lance heard the bell and came down to open the door.

"Good morning, you're early?" He said.

"I was excited, this is my first job." She smiled as he let her in. "What a wonderful home you got here."

"Thanks, uh sit down over here I'll just get my little sister." Lance walked away.

Jane sat down and looked at some of the photo albums. She saw some photos of the Band MIRAGE.

"That's Lance and Arthur; I can't believe they took a picture with MIRAGE." She smiled. "I wish I could have gotten a picture too."

"So are you a fan?" Lance asked.

"Oh?" She turned to her back. "Yup, I'm fan, though I've never seen them up close before."

He smiled.

"You're so lucky that you had a photo with them." Just then Art popped out from nowhere.

"We are MIRAGE!" Art stated.

"WHAT?!" Jane stared at them."Oh my gosh, I did not see that coming."

She then hugged Lance. "Opps, can I hug you, please."

"Who let a fan girl in the house?" Faye shouted. "Let go of my beloved brother!"

"Faye, she's your baby sitter." Art interrupted.

"Hello, I'm Jane; nice to meet you." Jane reached out her hand to Faye.

"Baby sitter? I don't need a babysitter!" Faye argued. "I thought the point of Lance's quitting the band was to take care of me."

"You quit the band?" Jane stared at Lance. "Why?"

And before Lance could even answer her, Art butted in.

"Yes you do need a baby sitter because Lance is going back to painting."

"So is the band disbanded now?" Jane asked. "I really love your songs."

"Nonsense, the band is still alive and kicking." Art said. "Plus, Lance will be back in no time."

Art then smirked at Lance.

"Alright! So who's taking me to school?" Faye asked.

"Oh, I am." Jane went near her. "I'll be picking you up too."

"Then let's go slave, I'll be late." Faye told her.

"Faye," Lance was about to scold her when Jane told him it's alright.

On the way to Faye's School...

"Don't touch my Big Brother, got it." Faye told Jane. "Go for Art if you like."

"Oh OK," She smiled. "Isn't Art your brother too?"

Hmph she crossed her arms and pouted.

Later that night...

Lance walked in the kitchen.

"You know you're just here for baby sitting right?" He said as Jane was cooking.

"You're home; Faye was hungry so I decided to make her something to eat." She said.

"You're cooking?" Art came in. "No extra pay understood."

"Yah; of course." She smiled.

At the Dinner Table...

It was quiet. "Seems very awkward here, not like at home." Jane thought to herself. "Better start a conversation."

"So we haven't really introduced ourselves." She said.

"We already know all about each other." Faye stated.

"You guys do, but I don't." Jane said. "So, I'm Jane Asher and I'm youngest of four brothers."

"What is this High school?" Art blurted out.

"You're turn." She pointed at Art.

"OK, hello classmates I'm Art and I smoke, drink and sometimes do drugs." Art said.

Jane was in shock as Lance glared at him.

"Alright you're turn Faye." Art pointed.

"Fine, I'm Faye Michaels; I hate Art and now you." She turned to Jane. "I'm allergic to shellfishes and Bitches."

"Faye, language!" Lance shouted. "You're seven."

"And old enough not to have a baby sitter!" Faye said and ran up stairs.

"I'm sorry about that." Lance said and stood up.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." Jane said and Lance followed Faye upstairs.

As Art continued to eat...

"Why don't we make this official; be our maid." Art told Jane.

"You do know that Faye hates me, right." She turned to him.

"Oh it's fine." He said. "This way you'll get closer to Faye and Lance."

She blushed and took all the dishes to the sink.