Hey guys! It's Daddysgirl11 here with a new story I'm co-writing with an amazingly awesome friend of mine! She wrote about 2/3 of this chapter, so to say I'm proud would be an understatement. She's an amazing writer! Hope you guys like it!

Ally's POV

I'm really not trying to be rude, but I guess sometimes it seems that way. I don't mean for it to be like that, but it just is. I promise you, if you'd have been there, if you'd have seen what I saw, you would quit talking too.

At school I'm known as "the shy girl" or "are you new?" or "what's your name again?". The only person who really understands me is my best friend Trish. She's been there with me from the beginning and knows me better than anyone. She helps me out at my dad's music store, Sonic Boom, with answering customers, since I won't talk to them. Plus, she's the only one who knows my secret.

I mean, it doesn't take most people long to realize that I'm not going to answer them when they call my name or ask me a question. Most people can take a hint. But apparently not this guy. He's seriously been standing here for half an hour trying to ask me the price of an electric guitar in the back. Why can't he just look at the price tag? I've never seen him around, so he must be new. I'm just saying, someone needs to introduce to his hometown the fine invention of price tags.

Seriously, what is with this guy? Does he even have a brain under that mess of blonde hair? Will he ever give up and realize I'm not going to answer him? I finally get tired of it and ring the bell sitting on the counter. (That's how I get Trish to come over here when I need her.)

Trish shows up a moment later. "What do you need?" she asks. I point to the blonde guy. She has a confused look on her face, so I make a hand gesture to tell to this guy to explain his situation to Trish. He finally gets it.

"Why don't you just look at the price tag?" she asks. THANK YOU TRISH! I point a look at him that makes him all jittery and nervous. I think he's going to admit to not thinking it through, but instead he replies: "Some kid stuck his gum in it". "Okay," Trish replies, "come to the back with me and I'll check it out."

Austin's POV

My name's Austin Moon, and I just moved to Miami. I wanted to look around the city as soon as we got there, just so I'd be familiar with it a little before school starts Monday. I told my mom I was going to the mall, and just started walking there. I noticed on the ride to the new house that we only live about five to ten minutes away, so it shouldn't be far.

I walked in this super cool music store called Sonic Boom. I absolutely love music, so this has to be the coolest store I've ever been in!

I was just looking at all the guitars, admiring how amazing they all were, when I came across a killer electric guitar that I just had to buy. I noticed a small, brunette girl standing behind the counter, so I decided to go ask her if she knew the price of the guitar. When I got over there, I finally got a good look at her face. Man she's pretty! Okay, not why I'm here.

"Excuse me, do you know how much this guitar costs?", I asked her. She just looked at me with a blank expression, but never answered me. "You know, the price? Do you know how much the guitar costs?", I asked again. She was still just staring at me. I kept asking, and after about thirty minutes of her complete silence, she rings a bell that's sitting on the counter. Um, okay then.

After a few seconds, a short, curly haired Latina girl walks over to her. "What do you need?", she asked. The girl that I've been trying to get to speak to me for the last half an hour just points to me. The Latina girl looks about as confused as me right now. The girl sighs and gestures for me to explain my problem to the Latina. Seriously, why can't she just answer me?

"How much does this guitar cost?", I asked, turning to the Latina. She rolls her eyes and gives me an exasperated look. "Why don't you just look at the price tag?", she asked. The girl that still hasn't spoken sent me a pointed look, and I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. I really didn't want to admit to being so stupid, so I came up with the most idiotic excuse known to man. "Some kid stuck gum in it", I said.

"Okay, come back with me and I'll check it out", the Latina girl said. I gave her a confused look, but she just ignored it, grabbing my arm and pulling me up the stores to a room that said 'employees only'.

As soon as she dragged me into that room, I knew I never wanted to leave. Imagine any instrument you could ever think of, and it was in that room. I bet the chairs were even musical chairs!

The small Latino girl, who I realized name is Trish (I read her name tag), turned back to me and said "Wait here Blondie." She walked over to a computer in the corner of the room and started typing something on it. Whatever she was doing, it was taking forever.

I got so bored, I decided to buy some time. "So, what was with that girl back there? She acted like I wasn't even there!" I asked. Trish stopped typing and just sat there with her back to me for a few moments, not saying a word. I was going to just take it back and say "never mind", but she finally answered.

"She... doesn't really talk," she replied. "I haven't heard her speak in years." She then turned to me. "Don't take it personally, it's nothing about you. She's just had a rough life." "Oh..." is all I could say. Trish then turned back and started typing, but I could barely hear her mutter " And it's a shame too, she's the best singer in the world." I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear it, but now that I have, I think there might be hope.

"She is a singer too?!" I asked excitedly. Trish turned around again, but very quickly this time. "Was!" She replied. "But that is none of your business!" "Maybe it is!" I said, suddenly realizing that I can do something productive in my new town. "See, I'm a singer too! Maybe I can connect with her, get her to talk!" Trish just shook her head. "Sorry, I don't think so. She's not very open to people. No, there's no way." I was becoming desperate at this point. I guess that explains why I was literally on my knees at this point. "Please, let me try!" She rolled her eyes. "Fine! Whatever, just don't expect it to work." Then she just walked towards the doorway mumbling something about humoring the foolish. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. "Oh, and by the way," she said over her shoulder, "your guitar is $205.95." And just like that, I was alone in that room on my knees. It took me a second, but I finally realized I was supposed to follow her. I quickly got up and ran out, knocking a poster down on the way out.

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