Jackie walked into the basement to hear everyone arguing.

"What's going on, Puddin' Pop?" Jackie asked, plopping herself onto her boyfriend, Steven Hyde's, lap.

"Puddin' Pop?" Donna snickered.

And, naturally, Eric, Kelso and Fez followed suit.

Hyde glowered at them. "Hey, shut up!"

"Yes, you leave my handsome mountain man alone!" Jackie said, snuggling against him.

"Pfft. Moutain Man... he may have a beard, but he couldn't survive in the wild..." Kelso said with an eye roll.

"Better than you, Micheal!"

"Well.... but..." Kelso sputtered, and Hyde just smirked cockily at him, his hands wrapped around his girl's waist.

"Seriously, though--- what's up?"

"There's a record producer coming to Point Place." Donna informed. "Only one band gets a record deal, and the prize money. But... we can't agree on what kind of music, who should play what instrument..."

"Plus, we have to write our own original songs, and, Donna can write stories, but her songs..." Eric said, waving his hand back and forth.

Donna frowned at him. "They're not that bad!"

"They're not that good,either, dude."Kelso said bluntly.

"Shut up, dillhole!" Donna huffed.

"Donna, they all sound like some kind of feminist protest poems, and you don't even put them to music, because you can't." Hyde said.

"No, not because they can't be, but because I can't read music." Donna huffed.

"I can." Jackie said, causing everyone to turn and look at her.

Donna, of course, giving her a bit of a stink eye.

"I actually... for fun write a bit of music." she admitted with a flush.

"You never showed me." Hyde said, arching an eyebrow.

"It's not your type of music." Jackie said with a shrug. "You like Clapton and Metallica. This is a little more... James Taylor."

"Oh. Then, thank you." Hyde nodded.

"And, as far as who should do what... Eric can actually sing, and play guitar. So... that's a big duh." Jackie continued logically.

Eric smiled a big cocky smile.

"Let's hear the lady out, fellas..."

"And, Fez can play keyboards--- sorta. Who can play drums?" Jackie asked.

"None of us." Hyde said.

"Maybe you could try, Steven?"

"Wait, why can't I try?" Kelso frowned at her.

"Because, Micheal, you just don't have rhythm, I'm sorry."

"Ha! Burn!" Fez smirked happily.

"Hold it, hold it... no offense, Jackie, but... I've never known you to have any sort of musical apptitude whatsoever, and, somehow you're taking over?" Donna asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of her tone.

Jackie shrugged. "I took six years of piano and four years of drums." she shrugged.

"Drums? You took drums?" Hyde asked incredulously.

"Yes... I saw a pink set and they looked supercute, plus, it was a way to rebel against my mom, who I was mad at at the time. Then, I just realized I liked it." she shrugged. "But, then, I joined the cheer squad and didn't want them to think I was a lesbian."

Donna rolled her eyes.

"Babe... a girl drummer... that's so badass... and just really, really hot..."

"We're getting off subject." Donna interrupted. "Let's see one of these phantom songs she's talking about."

Jackie went to her booksack, and pulled out a notebook with a pink glittery unicorn, and turned it to about the fifth or sixth page.

"Here, Eric; Donna will like this one. It's kind of about you and her."

Eric looked surprised. "You wrote a song about... someone that wasn't you?"

"I know, right?" Jackie nodded, unphased. "But, when you went after her to California, I thought it was super-romantic, and it just started flowing." she shrugged.

Eric looked at the page, and picked up the guitar, strumming gently to the beat.

"Well, a note said you've had time to think about it,
Looks like to me you're feeling kinda crowded.
You're not looking for anything permanent here
So, my rodeo's packed and it's in 'goodbye gear'.

So I shot down to the Longhorn Diner,
Her sister works there and she'd know where to find her.
She said "You did not hear this from me,
all I'll say is Momma's got this place down in Monterey."

Oh, how fast can I go?
Gotta catch that little red rodeo.
She drove off with my heart,
I gotta let her know.
Need the girl in that little red rodeo.
Texas plates, candy apple red rodeo.

Two towns back I showed your photograph
And, the gas station man just started to laugh.
'She said I might see you in this old bucket of rust
and said "Good luck boy; just follow that cloud of dust"

Oh, how fast can I go?
Gotta catch that little red rodeo.
She drove off with my heart,
I gotta let her know.
Need the girl in that little red rodeo.
Texas plates, candy apple red rodeo.

Maybe I was straddlin' the fence just like she said.
It took her leavin' just to get it through my head.

She's the one, the only, it's over, that's it.
I'm committed, I'm in love, and I'm desperate.
She's a good ways gone, but I'm closin' the gap.
If I have to I'll chase her 'clear across the map.

Yeah, how fast can I go?
Gotta catch that little red rodeo.
She drove off with my heart,
I gotta let her know.
Need the girl in that little red rodeo.
Texas plates, candy apple red rodeo.

Yeah, how fast can I go?
Gotta catch that little red rodeo.
She drove off with my heart,
I gotta let her know.
Need the girl in that little red rodeo.
Texas plates, candy apple red rodeo..."

Donna looked at Jackie with wide eyes, clearly impressed. "Wow, Jackie... that was... great... and... it actually did sound like us..."

"Told you."Jackie crowed triumphantly.

"Okay, but, babe, if you've got drum lessons, you do the drumming." Hyde said to her.

"But, then, what do you do, baby?"

"Backup guitar, and Kelso can be... roadie."

"All right!" he said happily, then frowned. "Wait, the roadie carries the equipment!"

"Yes, yes they do." Fez said, patting him on the arm.

"You got more songs, Jackie?" Eric asked, and Jackie nodded, thumbing through the notebook for another one...