A/N: So this is my first I'm in the Band fanfic. I have another story that I am working on the is currently on hiatus. So Please review and tell me what you think! Any suggestions that you may have I will accept . Enjoy! Also I don't own I'm in the Band. Just Kylie and a couple other OC's.

~Ms. Jameston, Mr. Valentine is on Line 4 for you.~

Kylie Jameston rolled her eyes. It was almost time to go for the day and here her boss was calling . She figured is was some stupid errand that he was just too lazy for. She thought that the Publicist career front would be an exciting one, however, all she had seen was the inside of the local Dry Cleaners and Starbucks for Mr. Valentine. Cautiously she picked up the phone,.

"Yes, Mr. Valentine?"

"Kylie! Just the girl I was looking for! Listen I know you've been here for a while. How would like your first client?" Kylie was shocked! Finally, after all this time she was finally getting the recognition she deserved.

"Well Yes Sir I would Love-"

"Great! Just what I wanted to hear! Listen I know that you are getting ready to leave for the day, So I'm sending your client to your house tonight at 6 for dinner. Don't ruin this for yourself!"

"But-"

""No Buts kid!, Ciao!" And with that, Mr. Valentine hung up on the other end. Tonight? At six? She glanced at the clock, only 2 hours to get ready. She quickly gathered her things and ran out the door.

"Oh man this is so exciting! I can't believe we finally got ourselves a manager! Now we can get all the gigs we want!" exclaimed an excited 15-year-old Tripp Campbell. He was sitting shot gun in the Iron Weasel Band Van across from the heart throb lead singer, Derek Jupiter. Derek laughed at Tripp's enthusiasm.

"Kid, within a few weeks, Iron Weasel will be back on top! All thanks to you, of course!"

"So do rock stars regualarlly meet their publicist at their houses?"

"Not usually, but hey who cares?" The band van pulled up outside a tranquil suburban house. After slapping and farting to wake Burger and Ash, the four Weasels headed towards the front door. "Alright Lads, remember, this is our big break that we've been waiting for. So don't ruin it!"

"By ruin do you mean, eating all of the food ruin?" asked Burger. Derek and Tripp just stared at him for a moment. "What? A Guys gotta eat don't he?"

"OOoOOoOoo!" All eyes turned to Ash. "Can I ring the door bell? I like that one's that light up!"

Kylie raced around to put the finishing touches on her hair when she heard the door bell. With a big sigh, she raced down the hall towards the front door. She opened the door, eyes open wide. In front of her was a brown haired teenager, an overweight Blonde, and man who looked like he had stuck his finger in an electrical socket. Then she met eyes with the wavy haired, tall, Britian. She felt her heart begin to race. It wasn't unitil the teen spoke up that she realized she had been staring.

"Uh, Ms. Jameston?"

"Y-Yes that's me!" She quickly regained her composure " And let me guess, you're my new clients."

"That we are! Iron Weasel at your service ma'am!" exclaimed Burger.

"Well, It's a pleasure to meet you. Come on in!" She ushed the rock band into her home. She couldn't believe it! Iron Weasel was in her house! She hoped that the ideas she had for them worked out. They set down and began discussing the future plans of Iron Weasel.