"Turn that off!" Moaned Eli.

"Yeah, what is that song?" Asked Adam.

"It's called Shark in the Water," said Clare, "it was playing during Vegas night."

"That's excactly why I want you to turn the stereo off," said Eli.

"Yikes, don't want to relive that again," joked Adam. Clare and Eli glared at him. An akward silence swept the room.

Clare rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'll turn it off. I'm going to get some orange juice, you guys want anything?"

Adam and Eli both said no. Clare walked out of her living room and into the kitchen.

"Okay, so whats the deal?" Asked Adam.

"What?" Said Eli.

"What's going on between you and Clare? Are you guys over or what?"

"Well Adam, my friend, I don't have an answer for you."

"No offence dude, but I don't get it, Fitz didnt even-"

"Don't mention that name!" Yelled Eli.

"Sorry dude, my bad."

Clare came back with a tall glass of OJ in hand. "You really need better taste in music, Clare," Eli smirked.

"Hey, that was a good song!"

"Are you joking?" scoffed Eli, "that song was way too mainstream."

Adam joined in on the conversation, "Oh come on Eli, it wasnt THAT bad, I thought Clare would have been listening to classical music."

"Haha very funny guys," said Clare sarcastically

"You know what you need, Clare, to listen to hard rock with lyrics about anarchy and facism" suggested Eli.

"You mean punk rock?" asked Adam.

"Excactly"

"Guys, punk isn't even relevant anymore," argued Clare.

"Ouch-I wonder what Sid Vicious would say about that" said Eli

"Who?' Clare asked, confused.

"I got it!' said Adam. Eli and Clare looked at him. "The two of you and your relationship remind me of Sid and Nancy."

"Uhh first of all, Adam, Sid and Nancy were heroin addicts who made a suicide pact. Second of all, Clare and I don't even have a relationship anymore," said Eli, "or do we?" He looked at Clare.

"Umm I'm going to get more orange juice," said Clare.

The next day at school Clare and Eli were walking down the hall when they saw Adam playing a black bass guitar. "Hey guys, what's up?" asked Adam.

"Nothing much, you?" asked Eli.

"I learned the bass for Funeral With Myself by Dead Hand."

"Oh cool, I know the guitar chords for it." Said Eli.

A thought entered Adam's mind. "Clare do you play any instruments?" asked Adam.

"I play piano."

"So that's like keyboard right?"

"Yeah they're practically the same thing."

"We should start a band!" exclaimed Adam. "Clare could be on keyboard, I could be on bass, and Eli you could be on guitar and provide the vocals."

"There might be a problem with that, Adam," said Eli.

"What?"

"I can't sing."

"Eli, you do not have to have a good voice to sing in a rock band."

"You do make a good point...I'm in," Eli flashed a smile.

Adam looked at Clare.

"I'm in too." Clare smiled as well.

After school:

While the three of them were practicing, Eli stopped singing and took off his guitar strap, "Guys, stop!" Clare and Adam stopped playing their instruments and looked up. "We sound good but there's something missing."

"What are we missing?" asked Adam. Eli and Adam kept thinking.

"It doesn't take a genius to figure this out, guys" said Clare, "we need a drummer."

"That's it!" said Eli.

"We can hold auditions on Saturday," said Adam

"Perfect!" Exclaimed Eli.

Saturday:

"We've seen plenty of drummers perform. They were all good but we need somebody with shock value, we need somebody with a wow factor" said Eli. Suddenly, a tall boy, wearing a hood on his head and sunglasses walked in. "Show us what you got," said Eli. The boy tapped his drumsticks together and started playing. Clare, Adam, and Eli were mesmorized. This boy was amazing! When he stopped, the drummer looked up at the three friends. Eli stood up, "You're in!" The drummer smiled. Eli turned to Adam and Clare, "Guys, I think we've just found our Travis Barker."

"Mark Fitzgerald, actually." Eli heard a voice behind him.

Eli turned back to the drum kit. The boy took off his hood and his sunglasses. It was Fitz.