CHAPTER - ONE:

"Watch out!" Dez exclaimed as he came flying into the entrance of Sonic Boom, soaring over the counter and crashing into some misplaced drum cymbals.

A surprised Ally, who had ducked right in time, came marching around the counter with her arms folded against her chest. "What are you doing!"

"Trampoline-ing." Dez lifted some cymbals that had fallen on him and got up into sitting position with a goofy smirk.

"Dez, that was awesome!" Austin called from outside the entrance, bouncing on the large trampoline himself with a grin.

Ally rolled her eyes and shooed Dez away, picking up the instruments that he had clumsily crashed into. "How many times have I told you two not play in the store?"

At that moment, Trish came running into Sonic Boom. A hat with a pretzel impaled on a stick was atop her head and her hand held a pretzel too. "Guess who got a job at Pretzel-On-A-Stick?"

"Ooh, pretzel." Dez snatched the pretzel from her hand and took an animalistic bite.

"Yeah, um, I found that pretzel stuck on the ceiling with some gooey stuff." Trish said casually.

"So that's why it's so hard to swallow!" He said through a mouth full of pretzel, nodding his head.

Austin came up next to Ally, pestering her like a lost puppy. "Ally hey, did you write a new song yet?"

"No, I didn't. Maybe if you guys stopped fooling around, I could get some peace and quiet and actually jot down some lyrics!" She snapped, annoyance written on her face.

"Whoa, who ate the cranky flakes today?" Dez muttered to Austin, who chuckled and punched him in the arm.

"I'm sorry, it's just that there's this thing that's really stressing me out." She sighed while leaning against the counter, lifting her hair up to her mouth to chew a strand.

"What's up?" Austin asked absentmindedly as he plucked at the strings of a guitar.

"My aunt's wedding, she wants me to be the—"

"Wedding!" He dropped the guitar and she winced as she heard the strings snap.

"Austin, the least you can do is not break everything in stock…"

"You know what they do at weddings?" He whispered to Dez, purposely loud so Trish and Ally could hear.

"Eat cake…?" Dez said excitedly, biting his lip eagerly.

"No!"

"DANCE!" He spontaneously busted a move, bobbing his head and flailing his arms manically.

"Dez!" Austin whined, facepalming. "They have entertainment! For their guests!"

"Wait, hold on a min—" Ally protested, but was cut off by Trish.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She grinned like a Cheshire cat at Austin, whose face broke into the same grin.

"Oh yeah." Dez nodded with a smirk, folding his arms over his chest.

"Now I said hold on a minute!" Ally exclaimed, and all heads turned towards her. "Okay, look. I know you want to be the entertainment at my aunt's wedding—"

"Whoa, what, I thought we were thinking about a cake dance party wedding!" Dez said.

"C'mon Ally, this could be a huge break for Austin. People will hear his music and they'll want him to perform for their wedding! Do you know how much they pay for that kind of stuff?" Trish ignored Dez and shook Ally's shoulder.

"Yeah… pwease?" Austin gave Ally puppy dog eyes.

Ally stared at him for a while, cringing at the innocence. Then Trish and Dez, with their eager expressions. I suppose I could give it a shot, she thought to herself. But then I'd have to write a new song…

"Alright. But on two conditions." She gave them all a look and they took a step forward.

"What, what! we'll do anything!" Their voices chorused in unison.

"You guys have to give me some time to write some lyrics. No distractions!"

"What's the second condition?" Dez asked.

"No goofing off. This wedding means a lot to my aunt and I'm a bridesmaid… you guys can't screw this up! Besides, my aunt is pretty serious. She doesn't enjoy tom foolery."

"Wow can you believe that! There's someone else out there who's more serious than Ally!" Austin joked, laughter erupting from everyone's throats.

"There's an example. None of that." She rolled her eyes, went up the stairs, and went inside the practice room.

"Well, I'd better get back to Pretzel-On-A-Stick." Trish said as she looked at the clock, turning towards the entrance.

"Ooh, I'll come." Dez jumped after her. As they left, you could hear the faint voice of him saying, "Who came up with the idea of pretzels on sticks?"

Austin looked around the store before loudly calling, "Ally!" The sounds of piano keys abruptly stopped and the sound of her heels replaced them. She came out with her book in her hands.

"What is it?"

"Thanks for giving it a chance." He grinned, hands in his pockets.

Ally, trying to hide a growing smile, turned back and headed into the room.