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Abby Rhodes was inside Tripp Campbell's garage, the paradise where the band known as Iron Weasel could rehearse their rock music. Abby's grey eyes lit up when she saw a notice indicating a new message on her instant messenger. She scanned the message, which contained the picture of Iron Weasel.

I can't believe you know an actual rock band, Abby. Especially that they live right next door. I'm jealous that you get to hang out with them. Do they know about me?

Abby smirked and began to respond, "Well, they know I have a sister, but they don't know that we're identical twins." She said as she typed before sending the message back, quickly getting a response after.

Ooh, don't tell them. Let's have some fun when I come in to visit for the weekend. I'll be here next Saturday and my flight comes in a 1:00. I'll come by as soon as I can. I can't wait. 3 Ally.

Next Saturday. Iron Weasel sat the table, enjoying their sugary cereal when Abby in workout clothes came in, "Good morning, guys."

"Hey, little Abs!" Burger Pitt greeted, "You're here early!"

"Oh yeah, my parents are painting the house, so I thought I'd do my morning yoga here." Abby poured herself a glass of juice.

"Yoga?" Derek scoffed. "Who needs yoga?"

"Actually, I think you guys do." Abby took a sip from her drink. "Yoga is a great way to relax and work on flexibility. I'd think it do you guys some good."

"Thanks, but no thanks, Abby." Tripp smiled, "Iron Weasel is always relaxed." He smiled. A ringing noise emerged from Tripp's jean pocket and the guitarist quickly pulled out the ringing cell phone and answered it, "Hello? Hi, Mom. Yeah, Mom, I'll be fine with the guys here. Come on, Mom, trust me on this! I'll be fine. I'll see you when you come home." Tripp shut his phone and tucked it back into his pocket. "Why does my mom think I'm still a baby?"

"You're not alone there. My mom treats me like a baby, too. But she thinks Allison is the bee's knees." Abby groaned.

"Who?" Derek asked.

"Allison?" Burger also asked.

"Bees have knees?" Ash looked at the girl. Everyone turned to the drummer, but then again, he always asked such ridiculous questions.

"Allison's my sister. She's been in New York for a while, studying to be on Broadway. But she's coming to visit."

"That's cool. When?" Tripp asked.

"Today." Abby bluntly answered. "But don't worry about my sister, guys. She and I are nothing alike." She smiled. "Now, who's up for some yoga?" She clapped her hands together.

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