Hello readers. I mainly made this for my friend and I am sorry the first chapter is soo short. But if any other readers read this I hope you enjoy and please rate and message. Thankies 

"Aahh!!"

"Wow Kaylee, I didn't know you were a soprano." Cassy laughed at me as I turned up her car radio.

"Shut up. It's 'Burning Up." We have to listen to it." She shook her head but tolerated it. I started dancing to the song as she started laughing. "I'm burning up, burning up for you." I finished the song with a wild hair flip that got caught up in my seat belt. Cassy died laughing as she reached up to help me.

"Only you could manage that. Are you satisfied for now?" She gave me her usual smirk.

"Yes, but I would have liked it better if it was 'Mandy'. Kane has a solo in that one."

"Kaylee I don't think you would know what to say if you ever met Kane. You would probably lose all bodily function and just drool."

I started laughing. "But Cassy that is where you come in, you would be there as napkin holder. Besides what about James?"

She started making hand gestures pretending to point at James, that herself, and ending with her come hither look. "I would probably do that."

We went into one of our laughing fits. Finally we caught our breath; Cassy asked me why we were going to Detroit.

"I have to pick up a guitar starter guide. I am going to learn how to play."

"Sweet, maybe I should look into that. I always wished I could learn how to play any musical instrument. Guitar is probably the coolest plus the whole rock star status."

We finished our trip talking about being rock stars and the life, especially how much easier it would be to meet the said Jones bothers. I admit I have a problem when it comes to that, but I'm okay with it. At least Cassy didn't give me hell for it.

Cassy parked in front of 'Pick Reality', the guitar place I was told about. We both got out of her Jimmy and looked at the name. "Interesting." I looked over at Cassy who shrugged and led the way in.

Before I could all the way in I heard Cassy whistle and claim, "This place is amazing. Look how huge it is."

Guitars of every style, genre, and color lined the walls within glass cabinets and individual lights. It also had section upon section of music, books and guides, and collectible merchandise. I had to admit that I was impressed; in fact I can't believe I hadn't heard of it before.

Cassy headed to the autographed section of guitars as I made my way to the section dedicated to beginners. There were so many; I had no clue where to begin. I flipped through a few and gave up. Looking for a curly brown ponytail I yelled at Cassy. "Cass which guide should I get?"

Without turning she replied, "The one that tells you how to play guitar."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks so much, I never would have guessed." So much for that insight, I should have known better. She was too busy looking for any collector picks. I returned to my endless choices. God this was hopeless. I was brought out of my quickly spiraling downward helplessness by a very attractive voice.

"I would suggest that one."