A/N: I told you I had a new story for ya!! lol. so here it is. This chapy is a little short I know. But I was home sick today and worked on it.

Chapter 1: We Need a New Lead Singer

The lights were blinding and the noise was deafening as Hidden Secrets walked onto the stage. Stefin Ima walked up to the front microphone and took it in his hands. He looked behind him at the rest of the band. James Resev, the drummer for the band, quickly twirled a drumstick in one of his hands. Stefin looked over to his left and saw Brandon Zona plugging in his favorite base guitar. He turned to his right and saw his best friend and neighbor Trouble Kelp bouncing up and down while holding his electric guitar close to him. Trouble gave him a big smile and stopped jumping. Stefin grinned and turned his attention back to the crowd in front of them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are Hidden Secrets! Now we have a question for you." He said into the mic. "Are you ready to rock?!" Everyone in the small club started screaming. The screaming got louder as Trouble started to play a little tune on his guitar. Suddenly James and Brandon joined him. Stefin smiled and put the mic up to is mouth.

It's too late baby, there's no turning around
I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud

Trouble joined in with him.
This is how I do
When I think about you

Trouble faded out again. Stefin's smile grew wider as he continued to sing.
I never thought that you could break me apart

He pulled the microphone of its stand and started walking over to Trouble.
I keep a sinister smile and a hold of my heart
You want to get inside
Then you can get in line
But not this time. . . . .

The group ran backstage jumping up and down and yelling at the top of their lungs. Trouble put his guitar down and flung himself onto a couch.

"Tonight was crazy awesome!" He said grabbing a bottle of water.

"You can say that again," Brandon said opening the case for his bass.

"Okay then," James said grinning. "Tonight was crazy awesome!"

"Smart ass," Stefin said. James took a bow.

"Thank you! I try my best." He stood back up only to get hit in the face with three pillows. "Hey! That wasn't very nice!"

"I'm sorry to tell you this James, but most of us aren't very nice sometimes." Trouble laughed. Brandon and James started laughing with Trouble. Trouble stopped laughing when he noticed that Stefin was sitting in the chair in the corner, not joking or laughing with the rest of the group. "Hey man what's up with you?" Stefin sighed.

"Nothing." Trouble got up from the couch.

"Stefin, I know you better than most of the people in this room, now tell us what's wrong." Stefin stood up and looked around at his fellow band members.

"You really want to know what's wrong with me?"

"Yea man," James whispered.

"Course we want to know what's up with you." Brandon said leaning on the table behind him.

"We're your band members Stefin." Trouble said clapping him on the back. "We got your back no matter what." Stefin looked around at them again.

"Okay, I'll tell you." He paused for a moment. "I'm moving to Atlantis." The room was silent for a long time.

"When?" Trouble asked.

"Tomorrow night. After our gig."

"What about next weekends gig at the Wrong Road?" Brandon asked.

"You guys can go ahead and perform if you want to, but I won't be there with you." Stefin looked down at the ground. "I'm not coming back after tomorrow night."

"How come I haven't seen a sign in front of your house?" Trouble asked.

"I didn't want anyone to know."

"Why not?"

"Because you would act like it's the end of the world!" Stefin snapped back. He jumped up from the chair. "I'm going home." He said and walked out of the room. The group watched Stefin slam the door shut. No one moved or spoke for a long time. Suddenly a loud and annoying sound started playing. Trouble sighed as he walked over to his still open guitar case and took his communicator out.

"Hello?" He said opening the communicator.

"Kelp, its Jimmy. Listen Maggie just called up to tell me she can't come in tomorrow." An annoying voice said over the line. "I need you to come in tomorrow and cover for her."

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I don't want to and I'm the boss so what I say goes."

Trouble sighed. "What time do I need to be there?"

"Six. And you have the joy of closing up." Jimmy said before hanging up. Trouble sighed again.

"I'll be late getting to the gig tomorrow." He said before closing the case for his guitar. "I'll see ya tomorrow." Trouble gave the other two a small wave and left. Great. He thought getting into his car. My best friend is moving, the band has lost their lead singer and now I have to work tomorrow. What else could make this week worse?