If The Lyrics Rhyme

Chapter five

As soon as i'm up, I do a session of yoga, since its way too early for me to be doing energetic stuff. I take a shower, and change into my fancy dress. I decide to add some black stockings, and tug them up my legs, trying not to ladder them. I straighten my hair and pin a strand from each side to the back. I make myself a smoothie for breakfast, and open all the curtains in the lounge and kitchen since my parents are still asleep.

I sit on the couch and sip at my smoothie, and of course, the stress kicks in. What if he meets us, and doesn't want to fund us? What if he wants to kick me out of the band? What if I set fire to his dining room?

Okay, that last one probably isn't too possible. But I can't help my panic as I wait for my mum to get up and moving. I hear the water turn on, which means she's in the shower. Give another half an hour and she'll be good to go.

Finally mum emerges from her room, and sluggishly greets me as she pours of coffee, and throws some bacon in a frypan. I miss bacon, but it's so fatty! I ate enough of it in 2012 to last me a lifetime.

After much await, she is finally ready to go. It's quarter past ten, and I need to be there at eleven. It may sound easy, but peak hour traffic going through town isn't pretty. This is why we live in a quiet part of the region. We crawl along the motorway, and I get more nervous by the minute. I really do get the worst nerves at the worst times.

We make it thankfully, and my jaw drops as we drive through the metal gates. The first thing you see is four garage doors. The walls are a beautiful cream coloured brick, and the doors are a slightly darker shade. The ceiling of the garages is a massive balcony with a swimming pool, a spa pool, and deck chairs. Behind all this is a set of great glass French doors. And the rest of the house revolves around what I can see.

I hug my mum, and get out of the car. I feel like every move I make is disgracing this house, every sound making it less majestic. I realize I don't know the way in, and start freaking out. Do I just wait here? Or do I see if I can get in? I have a heart attack when Oliver comes up behind me, and of course that's very amusing to him.

"You looked like Dorothy in Oz man, you should have seen your face." He snickers, and I give him a light shove.

I honestly do feel like Dorothy walking into the Emerald City, in her plain farm clothes, watching everything around her sparkle.

He leads me around the house a little, to a grand white wood door. I'm thinking we're going to have to talk to a little green security guard and ask to see the wizard, but Olly simply opens the door and gestures for me to come inside.

"Are any of the others here yet?" I ask quietly, afraid to disturb the tranquility of this pristine, flawless home. I don't understand how they keep it so clean. Oliver leads me up some stairs as he responds.

"Yeah, we're just waiting on Ethan." Surprise surprise, look who's going to be fashionably late. I walk into the room Olly points out to me, before going back out to wait for Ethan. It's not a fancy dining hall like I expected, and the first thing I see is a slightly elevated stage, with band gear. This must be Olly's mess room. Violet and Noah are sitting on the couch talking, but get up to greet me when I'm spotted.

Violet hugs me, and I've gotta give her credit for what she's wearing, which is so not her. It's a pale pink lace dress, with a high neck, and skirt below the knees.

"Nice dress." I giggle, and she hits me with her little pink matching purse.

"I could say the same for you petal." She says, fake vomiting over the couch. Noah gives me a split second embrace, and I realize that he cleans up pretty good too. He's wearing a non ripped, non coloured pair of denim jeans, and a blue button up. His hair is gelled down today, instead of the messy way it was on Saturday.

We chatter for a bit, until Ethan finally decides to waltz in and grace us with his presence.

"Why hello little mermaid, where's the groovy little outfit you wore at the mall?" He says to me as he flops onto the couch, putting his grubby converses on the coffee table. He didn't make much effort with his appearance, wearing black jeans, and a Pink Floyd T-shirt. We settle down as Oliver walks into the room, knowing who comes next.

The first thing I noticed about Oliver Packard's father, is his pride in his son. You can see the way he looks at him, in admiration almost. He is wearing a black suit with a lavender shirt underneath and a royal purple tie. He has Olly's dark hair, which is slicked back. He greets us all with a handshake, and introductions are made. He sits down in a leather armchair across from the couch we are all sitting on.

We take care of business right away, making lists, charts, and all kinds of sinister looking equations as to what we need to start off gigging. Mr Packard is honestly so good at maths, he would do an equation in three seconds, whereas it would take me thirty to even begin to figure it out.

"Okay, so how are we going to attack publicity?" He asks, and Noah raises his hand politely.

"I think we will need a decent publicist eventually, but for now I think one of us can handle social media." He says. That sounds like a job I can do! I stick my hand up in the air.

"If you're all okay with it, I can take care of the Instagram." I say, and wave my phone warily for, I don't know, effect. They all agree to that. Violet is assigned twitter, and Noah Facebook. We create the accounts, all with the username BURtheband.

"We need a profile pic! Can you get a photographer dude or something?" Ethan says noisily. Good grief, that boy has the manners of a pig. Mr Packard agrees to that idea, suggesting that his wife could take them, as a rich girl does need her hobbies. We plan to have a photo shoot on Friday. This is so freaking exciting. The meeting wraps up with a couple more ideas and questions.

We have an amazing brunch of French toast with fried bananas and maple syrup. And talk about tasty. We really get to know each other a lot more, and I know it's early to be saying this, but it feels like a family already.

Eventually we run out of time, and my mum comes to pick me up. I shake Mr Packard's hand, and hug the band. I hop in the car, and as usual mum wants the whole story, start to finish, detailed.

I tell her begrudgingly on the drive back home, and can't help think about the fact that we are doing a shoot on Friday. I feel like a celebrity already. And I hope I will be. I have a good feeling about this. I think we're doing it all the right way, with the social media, with Mr Packard, and the band full stop. I'm going to miss them all throughout the week.