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And where was this brown-haired beauty? In a shiny black car, no doubt. Chin glued to the window-sill and honey colored eyes peering out the dark tinted windows towards the concert hall. Nervous? A little. For what? She didn't know. I mean aside from the whole performing in front of hundreds of people for the first time thing, she had nothing to be nervous about.

So I guess that's why she was nervous.

To meet the three egotistical teenagers who dubbed themselves 'The Connect Three'…oh how original…she was far from nervous. Right? I mean, it wasn't that she particularly hated them, truth was she had yet to hear a single word from them. But she did that as a choice. She wasn't one to go with the hype, and she couldn't help but find those skinny ties and bouncy curls all a fading fad.

Madison Morner was here to sing. That was all. Sing.

As the large tour bus came into view Madison felt her heart speed up considerably, which was probably dangerous considering it was already beating at a threatening pace. Swinging the heavy car door open seemed oddly difficult. It probably had to do with the fact her palms were sweaty and her point of balance was fading quickly. God Madison get a hold of yourself, it's not like you're walking on stage right now.

Taking a deep breathe she stepped a no-heeled black scrunchy boot out of the car, picking up the other and beginning to make her way towards the black metal door to the bus. Inhaling sharply, she let her knuckles tap it lightly, not wanting to disturb them if they were all asleep. Hey, they had to have some heart right? After all they did let her tour with them…

"You seriously just said that," a more awake Shane laughed at his eldest brother.

"What it's the truth, you see fresh meat and you're like a wolf on the hunt," he smirked.

"I'm so not like that."

"You can't tell me you don't have a little problem with girls?"

"I mean I like girls but I wouldn't say I'm 'overly flirty' or whatever the hell you said."

"Oh you wouldn't?"

"No I wouldn't," he stated triumphantly.

"Well then I guess You-"

Hearing a light rap at the door both the Brother's stopped their conversation.

"Where's Nate?"

"Iunno. Maybe he went outside."

Such conscious brothers.

Shrugging slightly Shane tossed his head to the right in an attempt to push his long flat bangs out of his dark brown eyes.

"You should know how to open the- why hello there," Shane smirked leaning in the doorway as he spotted the cause of the noise. It definitely wasn't Nate.

"You're not Nate."

"No I'm not," she replied stubbornly, her low voice teaming with irritation.

Shane studied her for a few moments.

"You're Madison then?"

"Yes, and you're a little too confident," she said flashing her golden-eyes at him in annoyance as a smirk spread across his face. Hearing a light chuckle her eyes slowly peered into what she could see of the bus. From what she could tell she spotted the end of a black leather couch. And yet another brother laughing on it.

"I like her, please…. please come in," Jason added between chuckles.

"Oh how rude of me to make you stand out here in the cold," he pouted grinning child-like at the wavy haired beauty in front of him.

"Oh God come off it," an amused voice murmured, both sets of eyes glancing back at the source. The curly-headed boy emerged from behind the bus laughing at his brother and pushing past both him and the new girl. "You'll have to excuse him, he has a hard time keeping it in his pants," he teased as Shane dropped his jaw and shoved his brother lightly before following him inside. I guess that's cue for her to follow?

Stepping cautiously into the main den of the bus her eyes wandered the walls eagerly. Finally able to see what her eyes had earlier missed. she began memorizing every piece of furniture in the room.

"You can sit down, we don't bite," Jason smiled, "Well I mean, Shane might. But only on occasion."

"Shut up," Shane laughed at his brother. Nate simply smiled and went back to staring out the window.

Madison hesitated. Sure she didn't want to be rude, but she didn't want to be friendly either. This was strictly business. They new that after all. So then..it was okay to sit right? Glancing awkwardly at the long couch she finally decided to sit her 5'7" figure down on its cold surface.

"So since we know absolutely nothing about you and you were kinda just thrown onto us, why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself-"

"Not that that's a bad thing," Jason added his eyes glaring at Shane, though a sincere smile shown towards the girl on the couch. Figures. So they weren't the ones who let her tour with them. They hadn't even heard her sing. They had no heart.

"Right," Shane added defeated before turning his attention back to the girl in grey skinnies.

"How old are you," he added as an attempt to break the awkward silence that settled as she clearly was unsure what to say about herself.

"17," she quipped.

"Oh really? Not too far from Natey and I, sorry Kev," he joked with a frown. Madison rolled her eyes in unison with Nate, which he duly noted with a slight smile.

"How long have you been singing," Jason started trying to change the subject quickly.

"Since I was 7 I guess. I mean I'm sure I sang before that, but that's when I picked up a guitar-"

"You play," Shane interrupted before sinking down as everyone turned to him.

"um, yeah, yeah I do," she finished as the initial shock of being interrupted washed away.

"Play something," the quiet one finally spoke, extending the guitar that was earlier in his hands towards the hazel-eyed girl sitting a few feet away.

"erm-now," she asked her eyes wondering his sculpted jaw-bones. He simply nodded.

"Yeah Natey that's a great idea. Play for us," Shane grinned loudly causing his bother to shush him a bit considering their parents were still sleeping. Sighing inwardly, her delicate hands gripped the neck of the guitar and she placed it in her lap. No reason to be nervous...it was just the Connect Three right?