If The Lyrics Rhyme

Chapter three

We get talking about what kind of band we want to be. We all agree on rock and alternative, and can't wait to get jamming.

"Ok we will need a name..." Oliver says distractedly while he types information into his Apple Mac. His family is super rich, and even better, his dad wants to fund the band, since Oliver has been having lessons for as long as he could function. Ethan starts firing ideas into the air.

"Rock you ill"

"Possessed love"

"Undying pai-" I cut him off. I've had enough of his try hard rock names already, after only three.

"Ok how about some ideas from the rest of us hmm?" I say desperately. Noah chuckles at me, and raises his hand.

"I like the word undying. We should use that." He says, and looks back down to his game of angry birds.

"I think it needs to have an abbreviation that can be said easily." Violet says, and everybody nods. I rack my brain, just like everyone else. There's something I said once, that I can't quite remember...oh!

"Beautiful undying regrets!" I yell with a little too much enthusiasm. Is been trying to come up with those three words for the past two minutes, so it's only fair I'm excited.

"I LOVE it." Violet says, and Oliver types it into his laptop. It's going perfect, until Mr Idea Crusher comes along.

"I don't, and shouldn't you ask the whole band before you type it in Olly?" Ethan says, and I sigh. I sure hope this guy can play drums, because he isn't good for much else.

"Okay, let's take a vote. Who likes BUR?" I say, and all but Ethan raise their hands. Reluctantly, he eventually raises his. So he wanted an argument. And nothing else.

I grab Noah's phone off him, and of course he protests.

"Quiiiiiiin. Give it back." He says like he's training a dog. I may be a bitch but I'm no dog. I type my number into his contacts, and give it back, along with my phone. He gets the gist, and passes his phone to Violet. We share our numbers, and get all our phones back.

"Wow... So this really is happening!" Violet says happily. I could sing and dance from the rooftops, but I would probably lose my band due to the awkwardness. I remember we will probably have to sign an Rock co contract.

"Hey guys, I'll be back." I say with a smile, and leave my bandmates behind the red door. I walk up to the desk again, and smile at the lady.

"Um, so we want to start a band." I say. What next, can I please have a contract? "Is there anything we need to sign or something?"

"Yeah, I'll get Murray." She says and disappears into another room. Who is Murray!? What is Murray? What does she mean we need Murray? My terrified thoughts end when she comes back, with a middle aged man, wearing a button up tee, and denim jeans.

"Hey, I heard we have another successful match." He says with a wide grin. I nod, and he waves a clipboard covered in papers above his head.

"Let's get in there and sign these shall we?" He says, and I follow him into the room.

We sit down civilized around the table for the first time ever. Murray takes us through the papers, and I sign, and write down information when necessary. Eventually we make it through the papers, and we are officially, a Rock co band.

Murray leaves us to some more band bonding, so we just chill, playing our favorite songs through the speakers. It's my phone on shuffle at the moment, and I'm praying that none of my guilty pleasure Disney songs come on. A SWS song ends, and once more, I pray for the next one to be normal. I hear the start, and yaaaass, I love it.

Her name is Noel, I have a dream about her,

She rings my bell, I got gym class in half an hour.

Oh how she rocks, in keds and tube socks.

But she doesn't know who I am,

And she doesn't give a damn about me.

I feel arms around my waist, and I'm lifted up. I scream and kick, while my "kidnapper" starts singing loudly.

"CUZ I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABY,

YEAH I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRBAG BABY,

LISTEN TO IRON MAIDEN BABY WITH ME." I figure out who it is and shriek.

"Noah! Put me down up you little dirtbag!" I hit him on the head, and he releases me. He rubs his head warily.

"Well I wish all your future kidnappers luck, because girl, you are feisty." He says chuckling.

"Yeah you better believe it Noah! Don't do that!" I say as I adjust my outfit.

"Sorry Quinnster, I'm just a teenage dirtbag." He says shrugging comically. Quinnster. He has a nickname for me! No Quinn, that's not a good thing. Stop it, you can't like him, because if it doesn't work out, the band will get awkward. No love affairs in this band.

The song changes again. Oh crap! I cringe and hang my head as Sebastian the crabs voice blasts through the speaker.

"Darling it's better, down where it's wetter, under the seeeeeaaaa!" Ethan mocks my song choice with a terrible rasta accent, and Noah is rolling about laughing. Violet and Olly are talking the piss out of me even more, doing a little swing dance.

"Don't judge my love of Disney! I'm sure you all have vices!" I yell in protest but they just laugh harder at me. Violet beckons for me to join their little dance, and I do reluctantly. Eventually we are all holding hands in a circle laughing like children. I haven't laughed this hard in a while, I can hardly breathe.

Sadly, the song comes to an end. We all sit back down, puffing. We went hard dancing to that one.

"Well, we just got a whole new insight on Quinn's life." Ethan says with a wink, and I shove him on the shoulder. He shoves me back and I nearly tip off my stool. Luckily I grab onto his arm and stabilize myself. I'm about to put a new song on, but then the receptionist comes in.

"I hate to stop you guys, but we have another meeting in here soon, so I gonna have to get you to resume another day." She says with a sympathetic smile. I grab my bag, and text my mum to pick me up.

"We need to arrange another meeting, and soon! I'll text you guys the deets." Violet says, and hugs us all. I hug them all too, and wait for my mum to arrive, as we all go off into our different directions.

Mum pulls up and doesn't even say hello. Just an excited:

"Tell me everything."