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"Iris, come on, we're going to be late!" Brian yelled, trying to puff his hair up more than it originally was.
"I don't see why I must come. It's you and Tim's band. If anything, I will just be there to be a knot on a log." Iris muffled out, trying to get her heels on.
"Why are you wearing heels?" Brian asked, fixing the collar of his shirt.
"Brian, Brian, Brian, sweet innocent Brian..." Iris walks over and pats her brother's shoulder. "I am lacking in the height department. Heels help me add to those heights I am lacking." Brian scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Let's get going, alright?" Iris nods and grabs her bags, walking out the door right behind Brian. Today was the day they would be picking out who the drummer would be for Smile. Iris knows how important this is for Brian, and she even knows how important it is for Tim. It's so important that they made a list of potentials.
As she walked into the school building, she locked eyes with a boy. About 5'9, green crystal eyes and blonde hair. She felt her face heat up as she looked down at where she was walking. Eva, her closest friend, runs up and slings her arm around Iris.
"Hey, what's got you all blushing?" Eva asked with a slight chuckle in her voice.
"No one! Nothing!" Iris stammered out, and Eva laughs softly.
"Jeez, Iris, you'd think I was holding your puppy hostage." Eva laughs. "Are you staying over today? we have some yearbook things to attend, and I don't think Nick will mind if I stayed."
"Why do you like that man so much? He's nothing but trash to you." Iris mumbled.
"I don't know." Eva sighed. "Maybe he's the one Iris."
"Stop being delusional." Iris says, patting Eva's back as she continued walking to the gymnasium. She doesn't know how Tim rented it out for the day, but she's not complaining. She sat behind Brian as she watched the people audition. Each one makes her head hurt.
Then the blonde boy from earlier walked in. "I'm Roger Taylor. I'm a dentist student." He says his accent is more raspy than Brian and Iris and Tim's.
"Alright, Mr. Taylor, show us what you got." Tim said, scribbling Roger's name down on a sheet of paper. Iris watches him go to the drumsticks and start playing. She tapped Brian's shoulder. He leaned back slightly.
"I think this one's the one." Iris whispers. Brian nods and leans over to Tim and explains how Roger's possibly the one for the band.
"Ok, Taylor, what times can you come to practice?" Tim said, looking up from his sheet of paper.
"I work at the Kingston Market on Tuesdays, wensdays, and Thursdays. So Mondays and Fridays. Along with Saturdays and Sundays." Roger said. Tim noted it on the scrap sheet and nodded.
"Welcome to smile. This is our guitarist Brian, and I'm Tim, the bass player Slash singer song writer." Tim said proudly.
"And you?" Roger asks, looking at Iris.
"Oh, I'm Brian's little sister, by a year. I'm not in the band." She says with a slight chuckle.
"Well, that's too bad, I was hoping." Roger smirks. Iris smiles softly, and Brian rolls his eyes.
"First rehearsal is on Saturday, ok Roger?"
"Got it." Roger said, walking out of the gymnasium.
