"Hey Nix," Connor said as Phoenix finally emerged from the door.

"Sorry, you know what Saturdays are like around here" Phoenix explained as she climbed into Connor's beat-up 96' Camry. Phoenix laughed to herself as she thought of the hundred other 96' Camrys that are parked in the school parking lot everyday. It was the classic first car for every high school student. The car ride to their friend Rolland's house was quit as usual. Phoenix and Connor were the type of friends where you didn't need to talk to each other to fill every silence; they just liked having each other around.

Rolland lived in a more suburban area in a house that could fit four of Phoenix's small apartments. It had a two-car garage where the band was allowed to play as long as they kept the door closed so none of the neighbors would complain. This rule was unnecessary because they also lived in neighborhood where house were about an acre away from each other. Phoenix and Connor approached the second bay of the garage and knocked three times, as was custom to be allowed inside. The door was then opened half way for them to bend under to get inside.

"Hey guys," Rolland said as they enter the garage, "finally! We have to figure out what we are going to play Tuesday." Rolland was what other girls would consider cute. He was tall and thin, but completely made of muscle. Looking at him you'd think he was a swimmer, but it was all from playing the drums. He was talented. But even though the band was successful enough to try and pursue their dream of being a legit rock band, it wasn't any of their dreams. Rolland, although a devoted drummer, was signed up to take early college courses in Writing before traveling to UMASS in the fall where he would undoubtedly write an award-winning novel. Nick, the bass player, really looked like a meathead. He was huge and strong with blonde hair and dark eyes. But even though he looked like a dumb jock, he was actually a pretty artistic soul. He was going to RISD in two years, and like Phoenix he was still a junior. Connor was undoubtedly the smartest. He was starting school at Brown next year in the pre-med program. Although Phoenix would miss him at school she knew Brown was only five minutes from her house. They band was a way for a few of the schools loners to unite and do something that they might be remembered for in high school. They never thought they would be playing at a bar twice a week. They rarely wrote their own songs and just played covers for the majority of their sets. They played songs by wide range of artist including Bon Iver, U2, and Lana Del Rey. Their Indie/ alternative sound was actually well received in the area.

On Tuesday night Phoenix showed up to Lucky's in her usual get up: ripped jean sorts, band tshirt (today it was Bob Dylan), a plaid flannel shit, and Moto boots. Her hair was down and her eyes dark with eyeliner and red lips. It was a good makeup day she thought to her self. The band was unloading Rolland's truck and they were going over the set list.

"Okay, so open with some Lana, then move into Bon Iver," Nick was saying. He wasn't a fan of either, but their covers were well received.

"Let's throw in Can't Help Falling In Love With You," Phoenix recommended. It had become her favorite song and she loved to sing it.

"I don't know," Connor said cautiously, "Last week the crowd was into the louder stuff, we should see how they are and then decide from there."

"Agreed." Rolland said for the final consensus.

About an hour later Phoenix stepped up to the mick with her usual feeling of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Even though she had done this numerous time before she was still nervous. I'm pretty sure there's a rune for this. She said to her self and laughed a little. She turned her head toward Rolland and gave him a quick nod to say she was ready. The music started, an upbeat version of "Summer Time Sadness", and Phoenix surveyed the crowd. There were mainly the usuals. A few middle aged regulars populating the bar and local college students at the tables. Phoenix wasn't the only one who never got carded. But someone new did catch her eye. There were actually two of them, dressed in black from head to toe. They seemed to be walking back and forth in the back of the bar without catching anyone else's attention but hers. Shit she said to herself Shadowhunters.