I slammed on my guitar letting the last note of the song ring in the air and looked up proudly at the three people what where watching me.
"That was awesome Ryan!" I blushed as Pete applauded my performance.
"Thanks Pete." I said setting my guitar down. "I think I still need to work on some stuff though..."
"No you're really good, if you overwork it you'll make it sound a lot worse." Patrick said standing up and hugging me. "I think you did great. You'd be able to fill in for any of us when we're recording and no one would be able to tell the difference!"
"Unless she was singing." Said Joe from his place by the door. "People would be able to tell the difference then."
"Of course they would." Said Pete. "Ryan's a girl and sounds like one to!"
"Thanks a lot for pointing that out Pete." I said rolling my eyes. "Because that's soooooo obvious. Can we please continue with figuring out the stuff of the new album?"
"Sure, " Said Patrick. "Now that you're old enough you can help us record."
"Awesome." I said picking my guitar back up.
Three hours later we all finished and as I was packing my guitar up Patrick came over and patted my shoulder.
"You did a good job with rehearsal today." He said smiling.
"Thanks Patrick." I said Turning to face him. "You did good too. I think I'm going to go up to my room and work on some homework until dinner."
I left the studio that was in the basement and headed through the living room and up the stairs to my room. Entering my room, I grabbed my Chemistry homework and flopped down on my bed. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door.
"Come in." I said looking up. "Oh hey Dec. how're you doing today?"
I looked up at my older brother and grinned. Declan was older that me by three years and was a great older brother. Although a bit over protective. He also wasn't as into music as I was, which made Patrick and the rest of the band pretty sad. He was going to go to college next year and wanted to be a lawyer. Crazy right? The son of a famous musician wanting to be a lawyer?
"Hey Ry." He said sitting on the edge of my bed. "I'm good. I was just talking to dad about what colleges I should look into."
"Mhmmm." I said turning back to my homework, brushing my hair out of my face.
"I think dad and the rest of the guys are hiding something from us." Declan said suddenly.
"You think so?" I said, turning a page in my textbook.
"Yea. Dad's all fidgety,Pete won't look me in the eyes without looking away very quickly, Joe's completely ignoring me and I don't know where Andy went."
"Huh." I said. "That's odd. They weren't like that earlier. Of course Andy wasn't in rehearsal either... Patrick had to fill in."
"Why do you call dad by his name?" Asked Declan. "Wouldn't some find it rude?"
I glared at my brother. "Are you saying that I'm being rude?"
"No Ry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just odd that's all."
"Humph." I said sitting up and crossing my arms. "I just don't like playing the "my dad's a famous musician" card, that's all. It gives me unwanted attention."
"I can respect that." Declan said nodding. "I don't like that card either."
We chatted for a while, during which I completely forgot about her homework. Around five mom called us down for dinner. Letting out a groan I put my homework away.
"I'll never finish my homework now." I complained.
"You'll find a way to Ry." Said Declan as he put his arm around my shoulders. "You always do." He said guiding me down the stairs and into the dining room.
Entering the dining room I settled into my usual seat between Patrick and Andy. I eyed the food that was sitting on the table. It was one of Patrick's favorite dishes, Shrimp Vindaloo.
A/N: for those of you who don't know what that is, Shrimp Vindaloo is a rather spicy dish, that was created in the Portuguese-Indian colony of Goa. The name comes from two of the curry's key ingredients—vinho (wine vinegar), and alhos (garlic).
"Awe man!" Said Declan grinning excitedly. "This meal oughta be good."
Me and my brother shared an evil grin.
~Flashback~
"Hey guys!" Patrick said excitedly coming into the living room. Everyone looked up from what they were doing and looked at him.
"What is it dad?" Declan asked.
"Well," He said practically glowing with excitement. "You know how I've been trying to get you guys to try one of my favorite dishes from The Himalayan?"
"Yes dear." Said my mom looking up from the book she was reading.
"Well I finally found and excuse to have you guys try it!" He said. "We don't really have anything to eat in the house at the moment because Pete ate everything so I figured we'd get take out!"
"That sound great Patrick!" I said grinning. "We should invite the others to come as well! If that's ok with you of course, mom."
Elisa smiled at me. "Of course dear. As long as Pete doesn't try to eat what's left of the minimal food we have. I need to go shopping again..."
"Here dad." Said Declan handing Patrick the phone so he could call the restaurant.
After Patrick called the restaurant and ordered to food, he called up Pete and the other guys and invited them over of dinner. Ten minutes later the guys arrived. Pete slapped me on the back and grinned.
"How's my special kid doing these days?" He asked.
"Fine." I said. "But you knew that of course because you saw us a few days ago when you ate all of our food."
Pete ignored me and dragged me into the dining room where I had set the table earlier. The rest of the gang followed behind us and settled down in there usual seats. I took my place between Patrick and Andy. We all chatted for about twenty minutes before the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Said Declan standing up and walking out of the room and headed towards the front door. A few minutes later he came back with a steaming bag of food.
"Smells delicious!" Said Pete eyeing to bag as Declan set it down on the table.
"Ok let's see here..." Said Patrick withdrawing the food from the bag. "I ordered Masala Papad for Andy." He passed to dish to Andy who thanked him. "And I got Shrimp Vindaloo for the rest of us..." He gave us each an average amount of food and we all started to eat.
The meal was immediately interrupted however when Pete took a large mouthful of shrimp and then a swig of beer. Bad combination. Drinking alcohol won't help stop the burn of spice, it'll only make it worse. Pete started to turn a peculiar shade of red before Declan yelled at him to get some milk to drink. Running out of the dining room and into the kitchen we all heard Pete open the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk. A second later he came back in with half of the carton of milk down his shirt front. Everyone was practically crying with laughter. But whether it was from laughing or the spicy food we didn't know.
~End of flashback~