Being more people seemed to like the idea than dislike, I decided to go for it. So here's the first chapter. We'll see how it goes, now won't we :) Feel free to tell me your honest opinions at any time after chapter two, when things start to pick up a little bit, even if you hate it.

No ownership of the Naked Brothers Band. Just a huge fan who wishes they hadn't left us at a cliffhanger, not knowing who Nat actually chooses (personally, I think Rosalina, but the series never actually says, unfortunately).

"Alex, we should go back to being the Naked Brothers Band. Just the two of us."

"Don't bother me. I drank too many lemon lime sodas. I need to sleep"

"Ok." Alex rolled over and fell asleep while I kept watching different people, from the Adorable Timmerman Brothers to Mort Needleman, talking about the failure of the Silver Boulders and criticizing me as the leader of the band. Mort also ragged on Alex's lemon lime soda addiction. Other people were sending out their pleas for the Silver Boulders to get back together. One guy said his daughter had locked herself in her room and wouldn't come out until we were back together. I also quickly found out that the jerks who ditched us were still going on tour, now as The Gold Boulders.

The next day, I was sitting at the window, looking down at the crowd of people who wanted the Silver Boulders to get back together, when I heard the doorbell. I'd never say it out loud, but I hoped it was Rosalina. Of all my friends, she was the one I most wanted to see. Ok, and maybe I sort of love her. I mean, I guess that was sort of obvious. I did write a song about her. I even named it after her. Unfortunately, it wasn't Rosalina, it was Cooper.

"Hi Nat."

"Hi Coop."

"May I come in?" I let him in. "So I was just talking to Mr. Williams. He said that we need to get a new band together or the Gold Boulders are going to take over the tour."

"Cool! I was just talking to Alex about reforming the Naked Brothers Band, just me and him!"

"Nat, I think you need more than two people to be a 'band'. I'd get at least two more people. I'm not sure I can sell a two man band to Mr. Williams."

"Ok, I'll get in touch with Cole. Maybe he still plays guitar. He was an original Naked Brother anyways."

"Sounds good, Nat. I think you should hold auditions for the fourth spot." I agreed, and so we did.

First, I got in touch with Cole. He said that he did still play guitar, and would love to rejoin the Naked Brothers Band. He did have a couple of conditions, the big one being no band uniforms, cause he liked to do his own thing. Luckily we were totally cool with that. As long as we got Cole, we believed that we could actually do this. Then came the auditions.

It was me, Alex, Coop, and Cole watching person after person come in, but nobody stood out as the fourth Naked Brother. Most of them couldn't even actually play instruments. At least we got free massages out of it from one of the guys. We all went back to Alex and my apartment discouraged. I held hope for a miracle. None came. We never got the fourth member of the band.

When we went to talk to Mr. Williams, he was disappointed. He asked if there was anyone at all who would join as our fourth member. He even asked about Rosalina, who Cooper had apparently told him about. We all said we didn't think she played any instruments, and being she didn't come to auditions, we guessed that she had no interest. Mr. Williams just shook his head and said that, unfortunately, he had to let us go.

The dream of the Naked Brothers Band was dead.

Alex lost all control. He became even more addicted to lemon lime soda. Dad actually booked him for a sodaholic cruise, and went with him on it. Being I was only nine, and couldn't stay home alone, I stayed with the Pillots while dad and Alex were away. Apparently my dad had forgotten about Jesse, but it was cool. I liked the Pillots, and looked forward to getting to hang out with Coop a lot.

We spent a couple of days talking about what we were going to do now.

"Nat, this isn't the end. So you're going through a rough patch. All the best musicians do."

"I know, Coop, but what can we do? Mr. Williams won't take us with any less than four. Even if Cole sticks around, which probably won't happen, we'd only have three. And who's gonna take three kids seriously? You already tried to sell the Silver Boulders to every record company in New York. If they didn't take a five man band seriously, what makes us think they'll take us seriously with three?"

"I don't know, Nat, but we have to try something. You have so much music in you, you'll probably explode if you don't get it out."

"You're right, Coop. We'll figure this out."

The next week, Cooper and I watched the Gold Boulders' concert on TV. They opened with Josh's song I'm the God of Rock and Roll. The audience let out a small cheer, probably not knowing whether this was real or not. The Gold Boulders played a couple more bad songs, but the audience loved it. I guessed even they realized how bad of an idea it would be to play Boys Rule, Girls Drool. It was never played.

The Gold Boulders went huge overnight, while Alex and I remained nobodies. Well, not nobodies. We would always be remembered as members of the former Silver Boulders. Which now did make us as good as nobodies. With the Gold Boulders going huge, people started believing that I was the "Rock and Roll Mussolini", whoever Mussolini was. Apparently he wasn't a good guy. People started giving me mean looks, and telling Alex how sorry he was that he had me for a brother. They would tell him it must be so hard growing up with someone as controlling as me. He would yell at them, telling them that I was the nicest guy in the world. But the damage was done. People had their opinions of me, and my career was over.

That was the day I decided I was done with music. I was only nine, but I already saw the hurt it could bring, and I wanted no parts of it. I silently apologized to my mom. She wanted us to follow our dreams and become rock stars, but I just couldn't do it now. When Alex came back and I told him, he was mad. Cooper supported me, even though I knew he didn't want to.

And that was that. That day, the idea of the Naked Brothers band died, and so did part of me. Not only did I lose my music, but I also never saw Rosalina again. And honestly, I never expected to see her again. I even laughed at how stupid I was to think she would ever love me. She was two years older than me. I was lucky she even knew my name. So I tried to move on.

I lived my own life until freshman year of college. It wasn't a perfect life, but it was the life I had come to know and be ok with, in a way. However, everything changed when I went the Friday before classes started for the University of Florida's "orientation"

That was when the world I had known was flipped upside down.