Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter Four

"Kidney! I'm so glad you're here," Leslie beams.

"You really need to stop with that terrible nickname."

"I think not. Now come on inside."

She pulls me inside the house and closes the door behind her. I am dragged to the kitchen to meet her father and step-mother. Leslie never seems to run out of energy. Don't her batteries ever run out?

"Dad, Cathleen, this is Kira, the girl I've told you about," Leslie introduces, that smile I've come to be so used to never fading.

"Oh, Kira, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. We've heard many wonderful things about you," Cathleen says politely.

"You have really impressed my Leslie. She talks very highly of you," her father explains.

"Oh, I'm nothing special, really. Leslie is the one who has been helping me to remain strong. I couldn't ask for a better friend."

"Oh, how delightful. We're very proud of you, Leslie," Cathleen gushes.

"Kira, welcome back." I turn around to find Benedict standing by the kitchen's doorway.

"Hey, Benedict," I greet.

"Oh, Benny, sweetheart, your friend called asking if you are still attending his party tonight," Cathleen says.

"Yes, I am. I'll text him in a minute." Benedict stares intently at me. "Les, Kira, come with me. We've got work to do."

We excuse ourselves and make way upstairs and into Benedict's bedroom. It's weird entering his bedroom after being caught staring at it last time I was here. I wonder if he's forgot about it. I sure hope he has.

"So, Leslie tells me that your band wants to get known out there in the big world," Benedict says, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's right. They've been playing in a garage for years, so Leslie thought that they need to start getting gigs and so on."

"I see. That's where I come in to create a website for them, am I right?"

"I presume so, yeah." Gosh, he sounds so intimidatingly professional.

"Alright, I'm going to ask you a few questions so I can add necessary things to the website."

"Okay."

I watch as Leslie scribbles on a piece of paper, not paying any attention whatsoever to us. Once I look back at Benedict, he's moved closer towards me, which only makes me nervous.

"What's the band name?" he asks, his eyes never leaving mine.

"The Nobodies."

"The Nobodies? Seriously? That's a terrible rock band name. No offence. It's not a captivating name."

"How about Electric Poison?" Leslie suggests.

"Sis, you're on fire."

"It's a gift."

Benedict writes something down on his mini notepad, then stares back at me. "Next question. Name and role of each band member."

"Markus is the lead singer; Brad, the bass guitarist; Josh, the drummer; Denny, the keyboardist; Tim, the lead guitarist; and Ollie, the rhythm guitarist."

He writes it all down, then turns back to me again. "What about you?"

"I'm the supporter alongside Bianca. We're not actually part of the band."

"Oh, I thought you were in the band."

"No, no, no. I'm not musically talented."

"What are your talents?"