Trust Fund Baby

Superman For The Day

Jonah's Pov:

We're going to our show in New York. We're in the middle of the tour and. . . . . . the highway is very backed up at the moment.

"What's going on?" Zach asks looking up from his phone. 

Daniel puts his guitar down and looks out the window. 

"It looks like there's was a crash. Clean up crew maybe." 

"Hey Is that girl fixing the car?" I ask pointing out two girl pulled over.

"Hey Manny, can you pull over?" I ask our bus driver. He pulls over.

This is stupid Jonah." Zach groans as we climb off the bus.

"No it's not, shut up Zach."

"Why don't you shut up Jonah. I don't understand why we have to help everyone."

"Nobody asked you Jack."

We walk over to the girls. The one that was fixing the car whispers somthing ti her friend, making her snicker.

"Jonah-" Daniel starts to say but I cut him off.

"Shut up Daniel! Hello Ladies, need some help?"

"Um, you might want to ask that to your rag tag bunch of. . .campers?" Car fixer says.

"Haha, very funny. Musicians actually." Corbyn steps forward and says.

"Really? Never would if guessed." her friend shrugs.

"Anyway, you guys look stranded and we're hear to help."

"What are you Superman?"

"Boy I wish. No, I'm Jonah Marais. That's Corbyn, the know is all Corbyn, Mr. Sarcastic over there is Daniel and this little dingleberry is Zach." I say ruffling his hair.

"Hey!" He smacks my hand away and fixes his hair.

"Well, I'm Jordan and that's Elena."

"So how did you guys end up here?"

"Long Story Short, some idiot hit our car and ran and left us here. Elena changed the tire but we're still stuck."

"We're are you heading?" Corbyn asks.

"New York, Elena here is auditioning for Juilliard."

"Hey we're going to New York," Zach jumps up and down, "you should come with us!"

"My mother told me not to hitchhike with strangers, or campers." Elena points out, gesturing to the bus.

"Elena, do you listen to anything mother says?"

"My mother also told that you were a bad influence, so no. Not really."

"That's what I thought. So it's either sit here for three hours, or go with outback One Direction And. . .Jacob Sartorious."

"Hey, no shame in my game. I'd love to be 1D." Jack laughs. He's got a good point.

"You know what, what the heck. Let's go."

"What about your car?" Daniel asks.

"We'll have them come get it and we'll pick it up later."

"To the bus!" Zach shouts and runs back inside.

"Hey Manny, we have a few extra stragglers joining us."

"As long as you guys take care of yourselves I don't care what you do. Jeff just said to make sure you guys don't kill each other." 

"Well then welcome aboard." I say to the girls as they walk in.

"Wow, this thing isn't huge!"

"Kinda has to be for touring."

"What do you guys do anyway?"

"We're a band, have you never heard of us?" Corbyn asks.

"No."

"Welllllll. . . .I'm Jonah," the boys smirk at me, they already know what i'm Planning.

"I'm Jack."

"I'm Corbyn."

"I'm Zach."

"I'm Daniel."

"And we're Why Don't We." We say in unison.

"Why Do We?" Jordan laughs.

"No, no, it's Why Don't We."

"How did you get together?" Elena asks skeptically."

"Oh, no, don't ask that-" I try to warn them. (Where's my limelight's that know what i'm Getting at?) 

"Well, we all started off as solos artist-" 

"Ok, that's enough." Daniel cuts him off.

"Long Story Short, we were all old artist and we met each other and were like, Why Don't We. And boom, the band was formed."

"I didn't exactly ask for your life story but that's cool I guess." Jordan shrugs.

"So, why are you heading to New York?" I ask,

"Well, Elena is auditioning for Juilliard or something like that and she has some kind of admissions meeting."

"Really?" We turn to look at Elena."

"Uh, Yeah."

"That's cool-"

"Do you play?" Daniel asks immediately, holding out his guitar.

"Um, yeah."

"What else do you play?"

"Oh uh, Violin, flute, piccolo, Bari Sax, Alto Sax, clarinet, French Horn, Bassoon, oboe And Piano."

"Wow, Daniel it looks like you have some competition." Jack laughs.

"Well, since the only thing we have at the moment is a guitar, could you play it?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure."