Disclaimer: I do not own the characters you recognize, that right goes to J.K. Rowling, literary genius. However, I do own the characters you don't recognize, as well as the plot.
Chapter 1:
The angry squeals of a guitar riff, accompanied by the bleating of horns, floated out of the garage and next door into the suburban home of Mr. and Mrs. Dennis Granger. Unfortunately for them, the sounds had been normal ever since school had let out and the members of Wisteria Parkway had been reunited after 8 months apart. Ever since the beginning of summer, the band members had met every afternoon to practice. The final note carried out, and was cut off. Mrs. Granger looked at the pained expression on her husband's face, sensing his discomfort about the music.
"Well," she had said when they first learned of the band, "At least Hermione's putting that classical guitar training to some use."
"True," Mr. Granger had said calmly. Ever since his daughter's acceptance at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, nothing had really been able to faze him. "And at least it's only for the summer," he added hopefully as an afterthought.
Two summers after that conversation, the band was flourishing. Already, they had a small but loyal following and were constantly playing shows all over the area. The members still felt shocked at the attention that the band was getting. Nobody expected their summer play thing to become as successful as it did. On top of everything else they had accomplished, Wisteria Parkway was invited to compete for a spot opening the European tour of Eulogy for the Living, a very popular band. The chance to tour with them was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
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"Here it is!" Mark, the bassist screamed, tearing into the garage, waving an envelope in his hand. "This is the moment of truth."
"Open it!" Hermione squealed, dancing on the balls of her feet in anticipation. As Mark moved to open the letter, she suddenly yelled out, "No, wait, don't open it. It's only going to be horrible news." Mark hesitated.
"Oh, be quiet, Hermione," Adam the drummer said, snatching the envelope from Mark's hand. "If we don't open it, we'll never know what it says." And with that, he slit the envelope open and pulled out the letter inside. His eyes ran down the letter taking in every word. Mark, Hermione, Sam the guitarist, and Greg the trumpet player looked anxiously at Adam. Adam looked up at the foursome with an unreadable expression.
Sam broke the silence of anticipation. "What? What is it? What does it say?"
Breaking into a grin, Adam said only two words. "We're in."
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