If The Lyrics Rhyme

Chapter two

I wake to the sun peering over the curtains, and old rock music playing from the lounge. I throw on a robe and slouch into the room. It's fair to say I'm not a morning person. I pour a tea, and walk out onto the deck, where my parents are having a cooked breakfast.

"Thanks for waiting." I mumble, and sit down beside my mum.

"Sorry sweetie, you were sleeping like a log. There's some for you in the microwave!" She says chirpily with a big smile.

"Lucky I didn't eat it." My dad grumbles, and I shoot him a glare. He really doesn't know how to get on with his teenage daughter.

I heat up the breakfast, and scarf it down. I need time to get ready for the meeting, which is at twelve. I have about two hours to go, so I need to get moving. I open my double wardrobe and look around, lost. What am I going for here...

Band enthusiast with my Paramore tee?

Classy with a collar shirt?

Fancy with a dress?

After much contemplation, I go with the Paramore shirt, and pair it with some baggy blue shorts, and white chucks. I put aside a black jumper to put in my bag.

I hop in the warm shower, and of course, I'm launched into deep thought. What kind of band DO I want? What kind of people DO I need? I probably spent like half an hour in there, but it felt like 10 seconds.

I get out and dry off, routinely straighten my hair, and just put on a thin layer of makeup to look good, but not like I'm trying too hard. I throw a jumper, breath mints, and my iPhone into my bag, and I'm ready to go.

I sit on the couch by the door, lacing my high tops, and mum walks up with the keys.

"You nervous?" She says with a warm smile. As much as she's a pain, she always makes me feel better. "I know you'll be excellent." She says with a wink, and we walk out to the car.

"Mum..." I hesitate. "What if it doesn't work out?" This is my biggest fear for the moment, because I've wanted this so bad for so long.

"Well then we'll know it wasn't meant to be." She says firmly, as we drive into town. I blast the stereo with modern alt, which annoys mum. She lets it happen though, since it's kinda my day.

We pull into the parking lot across the road the old style brick building. I give myself a final check in the mirror, grab my bag, and hop out.

"I'll text you when I'm done." I say to mum through the opened window.

"I love you sweetie!" She yells a little too loud.

"You too mum." I say with a small grimace.

I walk up to the building, and open the door. It has one one those little bells that are triggered by a string, and it makes a little tinkling noise. I hear the faint sound of music, and automatically feel a little more comfortable. This is where I belong.

The inside of the building is much similar to the outside, with brick walls, and a vintage rock kind of feel. I walk up to the reception desk, and the young lady sitting there looks up with a smile. She has pink hair, and a nose ring. If my mum had me on a long leash, I'd probably have a nose ring and several tattoos by now.

"Hi, I'm here for a band meeting..." I say with an uneasy smile. I don't know what else to say, I don't know anything about these people.

"Okie dokie, lemme just checkkk... Yep, you're just in that room." She says, pointing to a red door, and I breath a sigh of relief. "One of them is already in there, good luck." She says with a wink, and turns back to her computer. One of them is already in there. Okay Quinn. Breathe.

I open the door, and look around the room, there is a round table in the centre, with leather stools surrounding it. Sitting on one of the stools is a guy. He looks about my age, with shaggy dark blonde hair. He has headphones in, but I can hear his rock music from the other side of the room. He is wearing ripped denim jeans, a white pocket tee, and red chucks. He notices my presence, and looks up.

He takes his headphones out slowly, and grins in amusement at me. What's the joke, I'd like to know.

"Ethan Wells." He says, extending his hand, and I shake it. "And you are...?"

"Quinn Taylor, singer." I say with a smile. That has such a classy ring to it.

"I'm a drummer, and I like to bang." He says. This guy is just shameless. He reminds me of Theo, thinking every single girl falls desperately at his feet.

"Well let's hope there's someone out there willing to let you do that." I say teasingly. Am I allowed to tease my possible band mate yet? Was that too soon. Oh my golly gosh. I'm about to say something stupid, but then the door opens.

It is a tall girl with long, curly chestnut hair. She has winged eyeliner, so I'm loving the look already, consisting of a red leather jacket and black jeans. She sees the two of us and smiles.

"Hey, I'm Violet." She says, as she sets her signed canvas duffel bag down. I think it's been signed by all her friends, I can't tell. Ethan and I introduce ourselves, and so far, I honestly think the band is perfect so far. Violet plays the bass guitar, so we just need our guitarist and keyboarder to arrive. I hope they get on as well as we have so far.

Our keyboarder eventually arrives, wearing a paisley button up shirt and chinos. A classy look that suits his short dark hair, and brown eyes. His name is Oliver, and he says he started playing music before he could walk. I think we have the next Mozart in the room, wink face.

Now we just await the guitarist. I hope we get along. It will be absolutely soul destroying if we don't. We are currently in a deep discussion comparing Black Veil Brides to Sleeping With Sirens. My favorite is definitely SWS. And everyone agrees apart from our little rocker, Ethan. Just as he starts playing Knives And Pens through the speaker system, the door opens. I gasp without meaning to.

In walks our guitarist. He has perfectly messy blonde hair, and electric blue eyes. He wears a simple white tee, and jeans. His guitar case is slung over his shoulder, and he takes out his headphones. First he greets Oliver, and has to yell over the BVB to say anything. I can't even hear him. Next he introduces himself to Violet. He moves to Ethan, and also manages to persuade him to turn off the music. Then he walks up to me. His looks shouldn't be humanly possible.

"So you must be our little songbird." He says, with a soft husky voice that makes my head spin. "I'm Noah." He says, and shakes my hand.

"Quinn." I say with a smile. "Nice eyes." Jeez Quinn, really!? How stupid are you?

"Nice hair" he says. Ok what do I do now.

"Nice guitar."

"Nice voice."

"Nice face."

"Nice lips."

Okay what's going on. Is this guy actually flirting with me? This god of perfection, flirting with little miss awkward? I'm about to continue with this little game, but Violet interrupts.

"As much as I hate to break up your little confidence building exercise, we have some business to take care of."