There I was…6 years old at the local park sitting on my favorite swing. I loved it when my mom took me to the park; I always had so much fun. My younger cousin and I were taking turns pushing each other on the swings when a boy came up to us.

"Get off my swing," he demanded. This boy wasn't bigger than me, so he couldn't have been older but he sure was scary looking.

"No," I said firmly. I could feel my younger cousin Allie stop pushing me.

"I'm going to get Ant Step," she whispered to me before running off.

"What did you say?" the mean boy said as he walked closer to me.

"I said 'no', there are plenty of swings, why do you have to have this one?" I said stubbornly.

The boy then walked right up to me and pushed me backwards off the swing. I scraped my elbows as I landed, and then I started to cry from the pain. The boy who was so big and bad one minute turned to run away as soon as I started to cry.

Another boy soon ran up to me and sat down next to me.

"Are you alright?" he asked me kindly as he helped me sit up. My crying slowed as I looked up to see another boy around my age. He had dark brown eyes hidden behind his glasses, and dark curly hair.

"He hurt my elbows," I whimpered as I showed him my bloody elbows.

"Here," he said as he took my hand to help me stand up, "I'll help you find your mommy," he said.

"I'm Jamie," I told him shyly; this boy was still holding my hand.

"I'm Jason," he said with a smile.

"Thank you for helping me, Jason," I told him politely before I kissed him on the cheek.

"What was that for?" he asked somewhat shocked.

"For being a nice boy and helping me," I told him with a smile; he only blushed.

Suddenly my mom rushed over to me and snatched me away from my new found friend.

"Stay away from him, Jamie," my mother said harshly. I almost cried again once I felt our hands separate, and she dragged me away from Jason.

"Momma, what's going on? Why can't we be friends?" I asked her as I turned around to look at a very sad looking Jason.

"He's a Gray…that's why. Now come along dear," she said as she pulled me faster. I quickly gave Jason a sad wave goodbye.

The last time I remember seeing him face to face was when we were 6 years old, and he was standing there, sadly and slowly waving goodbye to me.

I suddenly awoke with a jerk; I had that dream again. The one about Jason Gray helping me find my mother at a park when we were children. I sighed.

That was a long time ago; now we could never be friends. Not only were him and his brothers in a famous band, but me and my two cousins were in a "rival band" I guess is what they call it. Connect 3 and The Heart Girls have been rivals since we were little. I think it's from when Jason's brother Nate beat out my cousin Lola for some type of talent search.

I believe that all this is very juvenile and should be settled between all the parents, but my cousins, Allie and Lola, are all for it. They love all the attention we get from it…but that's not really my style.

Anyways, welcome to the lives of The Heart Girls. Rock stars and rivals of Connect 3.