So I drove the clones and their two best friends, Molly and Sarah, in an unknown city… in a Lexus. That car probably cost more than my entire life savings. On the drive I was completely ignored, which was just fine by me. I wasn't exactly excited about being out with four thirteen year old girls.

One of the clones sat up front with me, "Where to now?" I asked once we got Molly and Sarah in the car.

"The Recher, duh."

I looked at her confused.

She sighed and gave me directions as we drove along. I had to stifle screams every time I heard them giggle or squeal. Why was I doing this? My mind wandered back to Seattle, I missed my boyfriend. He would have been more than happy to go with the girls. He had a little sister he adored. I sighed.

We pulled up to The Recher and I parked across the street. From the outside it looked like a smallish club, but from the inside it looked bigger. It was a dark bar and we had to get x's on our hands so that we wouldn't drink. The clones and crew squealed for the thousandth time and I had the urge to wring their necks, but my phone rang.

"Rachel?" my new stepmom's voice was in my ear. Ew.

"Yeah?"

"Because the girls are still just thirteen and we don't want them getting hurt, you have to stand next to them, they're probably going to be up front," she paused and laughed, "I'm sorry about the permanent ear damage you're about to receive. Oh, and we're going to get you a new phone tomorrow, so that people won't get your number confused."

"Okay, will do." I hung up and wanted to throw my phone into a wall so that she'd never call me again.

I shuffled through the crowd to join the girls at the front, "What the fuck is she doing here?" Sarah asked Muffy.

"Um, language?" I yelled over the music. She ignored me.

"Ugh, our mom has this idea that one of us will get kidnapped, so she probably is forcing her to stand up front with us."

Sarah gave me the once over and must have decided that I was okay enough to stand next to them, because she went back into her conversation with the other three. I rolled my eyes and looked at the stage. Suddenly the crowd surged and we were pushed around in waves. First to the left, then to the right before we finally were right back in the same place we started. I looked off the wings of the stage and saw two boys looking straight at me. The shorter one had brown hair and a bandana. The taller had mostly black hair with two random chunks of blonde. The shorter one was pointing at me but dropped his hands once I saw him staring. I looked away uneasily. This wasn't the best first impression I'd ever had of two people, pointing and staring. I played with my hair a little, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

The lights dimmed and the show started. Everyone screamed. I suddenly understood the permanent hearing problems concern. Then they started playing.

I really understood the concern.

* * *

The bands were okay. I didn't hate them, but I cannot say I loved them. The best band was the one with the creeper boys in it.

We had to stay after the show to meet the band guys and take pictures or at least, that's what the girls said. Considering it was still summer, I really didn't care what they did, but I had to stand next to them no matter what, yeah that was annoying. I became photographer.

The shorter guy who was pointing at me during the show walked out, the clones and their friends started screaming and immediately called him over. He looked at me while he was talking to the girls.

"Oh, my god. Great job tonight, Alex," Muffy gushed as she handed him something to sign.

"Aw, thanks, that's so sweet of you to say," he only tore his gaze from me long enough to sign the stuff she gave to him.

"Can we have a picture?" Sarah asked for all of them.

"Of course," he put on an obviously rehearsed smile as they assembled around him.

"Ready?" I asked before I clicked the shudder.

He continued to talk to them without taking his gaze away from me. He made me uneasy again so I looked around uncomfortably.

The black and blonde haired kid came out next and the girls were done with Alex, but he wasn't done with me. The girls focused on the new meat while Alex tried to talk to me.

"Hey, do I know you?" he asked as other girls started calling his name. He just waved.

"Um, probably not. Well, unless you count that time where you were pointing at me and I caught you…" I said sarcastically.

"Oh, yeah," he laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "So, um. Did you like the show?"

"Honestly?"

"No, I want to hear a lie. Yes, honestly."

"I didn't think it was all that great. You guys were kind of weak…. And no offense but you kind of suck at singing," I smiled looking out from under my bangs.

He was speechless, I laughed. "I'm Rachel, by the way."

He quickly recovered, "I'm Alex, as I'm sure you can tell. Do you live around here?"

"Yeah, I just moved here from Seattle. I start at," I scrounged my head for the name of my new school, "Dul…Dulaney next week."

"Oh, nice. Fresh meat, our drummer and guitarist go to Dulaney too, as do I," he gave me a mischievous smile and I tried to resist rolling my eyes. He was such a lead singer, so freaking sure of himself. "What year are you?"

"Senior. It figures, right? I go to a new school just in time to graduate."

More girls screamed his name so loudly that he looked away, "well, see you around, Rachel."

I looked back to see what the clones were doing.

They'd disappeared.