The bell finally rang for first period.

First period was also known as: the only class that Austin Moon took a liking to.

He wasn't great with numbers, so he struggled in math and science. Words never came easily to Austin either, so English class was rough too. But music was his thing, in fact, he excelled in music. Therefore, naturally, music class was where he felt comfortable at school.

Every day, his teacher gave him a private practice room to work on his voice. If he was never given that privilege, his voice would over power the entire choir, and probably the band too.

He walked into the music room, grabbed the green key to practice room 2 (which in his opinion, had the best acoustics) and moved towards the large black door with the giant green 2 on the front.

But to his surprise, he didn't need the key. It was already unlocked.

Austin knocked on the door.

"Hello?"

But no one answered. So he walked inside.

All the lights were on. The extra chairs Austin normally used as a fake audience were all neatly arranged in the far right hand corner of the room. The piano had been shifted to face the left wall, and the piano bench was pushed out. There was a small mark on the foam cushion of the seat still, implying that whoever was in the room had been in there not too long ago.

But what really stood out to Austin was the tiny brown book sitting on top of the piano. He could tell that it had been used a lot; the design on the front cover was fading and the book had been bent slightly.

"Is there a problem, Austin?"

Austin flinched. He turned around to see Mr. Martin, his music teacher, standing in the door frame.

"Oh, uh, do you know if someone has been in here recently?"

"Ah, yes, she's one of my brightest. And she'll be back here later today like she always is. It's funny how she left this place without returning the things back to normal. She usually does that..."

Mr. Martin mumbled the last half of his thought, then flashed a crooked smile at Austin and left the room.

Austin looked back at the book sitting on the piano in front of him.

"This person must write songs," he murmured to himself as he picked up the book. It felt so delicate in his hands.

Austin had always wondered how the mind of a lyricist worked. He never had been a great song writer, but melodies and beats came to him so naturally. He could already sing and dance and play instruments. If he could make his own songs too, not only would Austin be a triple threat, he'd be a quadruple threat in the music industry.

He wished he could write. He wished he could have fascinating ideas that could be written down onto paper and sheet music. He wished that he could simply view these amazingly composed sentences the exact way they were conjured up in someone else's head.

Austin stared at the little journal in his hands. There was an endless amount of possibilities that could be in this book. Maybe the pages were filled with lyrics. Maybe only ideas of songs. Maybe the entire book was just filled with journal entries that would have nothing to do with music and never mean anything to him and he would be disappointed.

But soon, curiosity got the best of him. And he opened the front cover.

"Trish, have you seen my book?"

"What?"

"My book. Have you seen it?" Ally Dawson started slowing down the pace she had consistently kept while searching through her book bag, losing hope.

"Um, no? Why?"

"I think I lost it and I'm worried..."

Trish ripped out the white headphones from her ears, music still blasting out of them.

"Wait, you don't mean your book, as in your book right?!"

Ally raised her head, showing her distressed face. Without even needing an explanation, Trish immediately grabbed Ally's bag.

"No, Ally, I am sure it's in here somewhere!" Trish said, trying to console her friend.

Ally watched as her close friend fumbled through her bag, realizing that her faith in finding the beloved book slowly diminished with every "please" that Trish mumbled under her breath.

"What if I really lost it though? What would I do? That book has everything in it! And what if someone finds it? There's a reason I-"

"Don't let people touch your book... I know… It's not in your bag. I'm sorry. I hope you find it."

Ally bit her lip. She wondered how stupid she could be to lose her book in school, which she never imagined would happen, even in her wildest dreams. She was certain it was somewhere in here, considering the fact she was writing in it while walking into the building. Knowing that much kept Ally totally determined.

"Let's think for a second. Where were you last?"

Ally truly pondered the question for a moment.

"OF COURSE! The practice room! I forgot I had homework to do so I ran out of the practice room in a hurry! I bet it's still in there!"

"Well you have music next hour, so you can go get it then, right? See, you have nothing to worry about."

A smirk appeared on Trish's face and she put her headphones back in her ears.

A wave of relief swept over Ally as the bell rang, signaling her to leave for her second hour class.

Ally speed walked to her locker to grab her music theory books. Her locker opened and 2 little purple sheets of paper fell out on top of her head.

She unfolded the first one and read it.

"Found and grabbed your book in my practice room."

She didn't even need to read the second one. Ally grabbed her two books and practically sprinted all the way to Mr. Martin's class.

"MR. MARTIN," she called.

"Ally! Hello! Do you want another practice room today?"

"Mr. Martin, I left a book here, do you have it?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked up while scratching his head in confusion. He was a silly looking man.

"No, Ally, I don't believe I do."

And with that response, the goofy man walked away to his desk at the front of the room.

Ally's heart sank. She could have sworn that note was from him. He was the only one that was in there this morning, right?

Then she remembered the second paper.

It read: "Text me if you want your journal back" and had a 10 digit phone number on it.

Her book was being held hostage by someone. And there was only one way to find out who it was. She took out her phone.

8:47 AM: Hi. I own that book you're keeping.

She felt nervous, ridiculous even, and let out a petty giggle to try to soothe herself.

To her surprise, less than thirty seconds later, her phone buzzed with a response.

8:47 AM: Hey, let's talk about this over some smoothies after school.

8:48 AM: will you bring my book?

8:49 AM: you bet! Blend It Up 3:45! Be there girl with no name.

8:50 AM: Ally.

8:50 AM: Austin.

And with a grin, she closed the message.

Ally Dawson let out a long sigh, never even realizing that she'd just been thrown into a completely new world that revolved around some boy named Austin Moon.