"Ha! Ha ha ha ha haaaaaah!" I mockingly laughed while finishing my solo on Guitar Hero against my brother. "In yo' face!" I continued to sit on my knees while finishing the rest of Everlong.

"Eeeeh, I went easy on you," Travis said, focusing on the screen but not quite upset about the challenge. "Star Powaaaa!" He jerked the plastic guitar to the side.

I sang along with the words while trying to keep a streak and it was easy, considering I've been playing guitar for eleven years. Expert was practically nothing to me, but Guitar Hero was fun nonetheless; especially when you play it with your brother while on a tour bus to Italy. I was only nineteen and my brother twenty one, but I had a career of sorts going for me. I had gotten noticed by an agent for a record company when I used to play little gigs at restaurants in my home town, Ardmore, Oklahoma. During my high school years, I would sing at Ten Star Pizza and Two Frogs Grill for a little bit of cash (not that I cared much about the cash because I loved to sing and play) and it was my senior year in which the agent noticed me and said I would make a big hit.

"I think people are gonna like you," he said while dialing a number on his iPhone 6 and putting it to his ear. He had pulled me aside and told me all about his company and how much money I could make and blah blah. What is it with money? I just like to sing. I internally shrugged.

"Yeah, she's right here, and she's great. She could play a gig and..." He paused, listening to the person on the other end. I could faintly hear the voice. He must have his volume turned up loud. It sounded like a woman; very professional. I cast my gaze over to the makeshift stage where Travis and my bass player David were moving all the instruments and amps back to the van in and out of the restaurant.

"Who is that?" Travis mouthed to me, holding an amp in his hand. He glanced at the guy, Robert, I think his name was.

"Agent," I mouthed back.

"All right, I'll book the flight as soon as possible. Yes, Kelly, I won't forget first class. Oookay. Bye now," Robert said, clearly used to her usual banterings and hung up. "So, kid. How about it?" he said.

I turned to him again. "How about what, sir?" I asked politely.

"You want a gig? Free plane ride, free transportation. Lots of sightseeing, lots of cash. Only if you're interested," he offered, thinking I would be buttered up with the free stuff. I blinked.

"Um...where would I travel to? I'm still in school. It's only January," I said. "I'd like to finish school first."

Robert seemed a little perturbed by that, but if it showed, he didn't let it. He rubbed the goatee on his chin and looked up at the ceiling with his brown eyes.

"All right, how about this: you finish school this year, graduate, all that stuff. Then come September, you go on the road with your band. In Italy. That sound good? Kelly is itching to see you for herself. Hear your sound, hear your band," he said gruffly. I looked to Travis.

"Wanna go to Italy?" I asked with a little smile.

And that is why we are currently riding in a tour bus to Volterra, Italy, playing Guitar Hero. Travis had agreed and David replied with, "I'm game!".

When I was fifteen, our dad had died of cancer. It was hard for us because he was the parent who took care of us our whole lives. He was quiet and serious, but boy was he smart. He was good in all subjects of school and president of his Spanish club. That's probably why I had a 99.7 average in my Spanish class in high school. My parents had divorced when I was almost two and I never got to see my mom much. She lived in Ardmore too, but at one point, she had stayed in Louisiana with her friend for a year and then moved back. My parents were total opposites when they met back in the 1980's. I never got the full story on how they met, but my mom was born and raised a Vegas chick, and my dad was raised in Ardmore by my Catholic grandparents. Can you see why the marriage didn't work?

My mom would always say that they still loved each other, but that they just didn't agree on things. She's a free spirit and he was an introvert. She loves country and he loved classic music. She's loud and he was quiet. She's lenient, he was strict (and got mad easily). That's why my brother and I act like old souls. But they both smoked. My dad was 59 when he died. So, instead of wallowing, my brother and I decided to turn to singing and music. Travis played drums during high school and also plays guitar and piano. I let him be my drummer. I was in band during high school and played clarinet, but I also played guitar and piano on the side. I would always be singing Eagles songs because we were raised on classic music. They're my favorite classic band. Ever. I might also think that Don Henley has the voice of an angel. My brother and I are also into today's bands though. Y'know: Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin, Paramore, Rise Against. I also have my girly side with my likes of Taylor Swift, Ellie Goulding, and Selena Gomez. I'm very picky about music, whereas my brother is just whatever about it. As long as he can drum to it, I guess he likes it.

We finished the song and went back through the list of songs.

"What song now?" I asked, looking to my brother, who was plucking the plastic guitar bar through the list. He had gotten the tall gene from my grandpa on our dad's side. He stood at 6'5" with my mom's hazel sloped eyes and my dad's dark hair, which he kept short to the top of his forehead. He used to spike it in high school, but then he stopped once he hit twenty one. My dad's side was Native American and Irish, while my mom's was Puerto Rican, Spanish, Greek, and Ukranian. Needless to say, we all looked more Puerto Rican and Spanish than anything. My brother's skin had the slightest olive tone to it, while I was pale. I never got that much sun, but you could still tell my skin had an olive undertone. (A/N: I'll put a link for me and Travis on my profile.)

While he was all olivey, I was paley and I was born with green eyes from my mom's side with a blue mix from my grandma, my dad's mom. She was Irish, so I guess the recessive trait came out to me. I had my dad's round/football shaped eyes (A/N: Father link on profile) and my mom's Puerto Rican, almost-bronze hair. I had a minuscule red tint to my hair that you could only see in the sunlight and the length fell all the way to my ribs. I got the "medium height" like my dad and stood at 5'7" and a half. I was taller than most of my friends in high school.

"Hold on," he said, trying to pick a song. I moved back onto the long L-shaped leather couch and looked at the list as he went down.

"What about Misery Business? Or Hotel California?" I asked, pointing at the screen as the names passed by. Just as he picked it though, the speaker set up at the back of the buss emitted David's voice.

"Guys, we're coming up on Volterra. Might wanna start getting ready for the show. We have about half an hour left until we reach the city. And don't eat my Doritos again, Travis!" he yelled the last part with half-hearted anger and clicked the walkie-talkie back on its stand.

"Sorryyyy!" my brother yelled, throwing his head back and putting the plastic guitar up against the couch. He stood and stretched. My brother was a bottomless pit when it came to food. When grandma spoiled us, he stayed a stick while I was the fat kid. Good thing I took care of myself now though. I lost a lot of weight after my dad died and decided to tone myself up. I did the same with my guitar and stood up too.

"I'm getting ready," I said, going through the curtain to the little bathroom this bus had and grabbed my makeup bag. Since we would be in a nightclub, I was pretty sure there wouldn't be much light. I unzipped the bag and fished through it, retrieving two kinds of mascara, a crease brush, an angled brush, an Elf Jumbo Lip Gloss Stick, and an Elf Waterproof Eyeliner Pen. While some of my free time was spent playing Guitar Hero with my brother and practicing our songs, the other part of my time was spent practicing makeup on YouTube. I liked experimenting with it.

I took out my BH Cosmetics Matte Eyeshadow pallet and did a natural look on my eyes, only putting it on my crease. After that, I applied my eyeliner in a thin line across my top lid, my two mascaras (after numerous coats) and then the lip gloss stick. I don't know why they called it that, because it wasn't lip gloss at all. It was lipstick! I hated lip gloss.

I had curled my hair earlier so I didn't have to worry about doing it later. Once I was finished, I came out of the curtain and my brother was tuning my guitar. We liked to stay in our gig clothes prior to, because my brother had been a Boy Scout and their motto is, "Always be prepared." I sat down on the couch across from Travis.

"Can we practice one more time?" I asked, watching him tune. He was turning the knob at the top of the neck, tilting his head next to it.

"Yeaaaaah, hold on. Got it," he said. "Okay, here." He handed me the guitar. I took it and positioned it on my lap, playing the beginning of the last song we were to perform.

The song I would be dedicating to my dad. We always did that at the end of each gig. He was the reason we were even together in this little band.

I wouldn't be playing it on guitar, but my keyboard was packed away in the trailer, so this would have to do. Travis drummed on his thighs while I sang and strummed. Soon, we could hear David belting out the lyrics from the curtain leading to the driver's section, purposely off-key. He was always a goof ball. He didn't do so well with serious, which is why the three of us were so hilarious.

As I got to the second verse, I looked out the window and saw a beautiful blue sky reflecting the tan cobblestone of Volterra, Italy.

We were here.

So, here's the first chapter. Sorry if it's not good or anything. This is my second story (if you remember The Only Exception in the Immortals Series by Alyson Noel section of FanFiction, which I deleted). But I'm writing again! I just decided to do something different. But if you have read The Only Exception, then I must tell you that I will be sneaking some of my characters from that story into this one! I'll be updating as much as I can, annnnd yeah. I hope you liked this!