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Later that night (10:30 pm)

~Ratliff POV~

Well, now it was time to put my plan into action. Rocky, Ross and I head to the basement. Ryland was asleep, so we don't have to worry about him. "Ok, ready?" I ask. They nod. Each of us get going on our part of the plan.

I go to the guitar stand with Riker's bass. I smirk before undoing some of the knobs. I loosened some strings and tightened some strings. Now, everything was out of tune. I plugged the cable into the bass, then into the amp before turning the amp on. I play each of the four strings slowly and smile at the untuned sounds that came out.

Next, I played around with the amp. I turned the volume way up, and turned on overdrive way up. I played a string, causing Rocky to jump at the volume. He gives me a glare before it turning into an evil smile.

~Rocky POV~

My part of the plan was simple. I took out a cable and plugged that one into the keyboard on one side and plugged it in to a mini portable radio. I hid the radio behind a bean bag chair behind the keyboard, which was close to an outlet. It looked like nothing changed. I smiled to myself before turning on the radio, then turning on the keyboard.

Music from the radio blasted through the basement, causing Ratliff to turn around and smile, knowing his plan was going well. I turned off the keyboard, but left the radio on.

~Ross POV~

My part of the plan was most important. Actually, it was kinda stupid... I had to watch out for Ryland. I mean, I guess it was important, but I wasn't doing anything cool. I sigh before my stomach growls. I should go get something to eat. I got up before realizing I was on a mission.

What is Ryland comes down and goes downstairs and I'm not there? Rocky and Ratliff are gonna kill me. But, he's asleep... I get up and go to the kitchen when I hear these loud sounds coming from the basement. I run back and run down the stairs. Turns out, it was only Ratliff playing around with Riker's bass. I go back upstairs and to the kitchen.

I was about to grab something to eat, when I hear loud music coming from the basement. Once again, I run downstairs and, turns out, it's just Rocky messing with Rydel's keyboard.

"Well, we're done now." Ratliff says getting up. "I think we did a pretty good job. We'll see how we did tomorrow. I gotta get home. See ya." He says walking the stairs.

"Bye.." Rocky and I reply.

"Now, for you, time for bed." Rocky says to me ruffling my hair.

"I'm not a little kid." I pout, just like a little kid would do.

Rocky laughs. "To me you are, little bro." I give him a sad face before he puts his arm around me and we go upstairs.

"Can I stay in your room?" I ask him. He nods. "I don't wanna wake Ryland." We walk into his room and I lay on Riker, or what used to be Riker's, old bed. Rocky climbs into his bed. "Do you think this'll work. Like, get Riker and Rydel back?" I ask.

He turns to me. "Well, it's worth a shot." He says. "Now, go to sleep. We'll figure everything out tomorrow. Okay?" I nod and he smiles before turning off the light and we both fall asleep.

The Next Day

Ratliff, Rocky and I are downstairs laying around talking and laughing about a stupid dream Ratliff had last night. A few minutes later, we see Ryland come down with Shawn and Linda. We all look at each other frowning before remembering about our plan.

"Alright, everyone. Let's get to work. I got us a concert in a few days, and I want Shawn and Linda to be comfortable with the songs and everything." Ryland says. "Linda, go behind the keyboard and get it set up." He says. Rocky, Ratliff and I look at each other hoping this would work.

We watched as Linda made her way to the keyboard and pressed the button to turn it on. We all jumped when she pressed the button and music suddenly started blasting out of the keyboard. She panicked and tried pressing all the buttons until hitting the power button again and the music stopped.

"What was that?!" Ryland exclaims.

"I-I don't know." She says scared. I actually did kinda feel bad for her. Maybe if we explain everything later. Ryland walks to the keyboard before finding the radio. He sighs before unplugging the radio and plugging the right cable into the keyboard.

"Okay, now, let's try it." He says obviously getting annoyed. She turns it on again hesitantly, but this time, everything is completely normal. She sighs . "Okay, now, let's start with Ain't No Way We're Going Home, since that has a lot of bass and Shawn should get used to it. Ross, go." He commands.

I take a deep breath trying to control my anger. I look at Ratliff, giving him a signal to count it off. He nods and smiles. I smirk back and he counts it off.

"1... 2... 3... 4..." He says. Rocky starts his little intro. I brace myself for when the bass comes in. 3... 2... 1... I think. Rocky looks over at me and I nod.

He starts to sing. "I was blown-" The bass starts playing and we all jump. It was the worst sound you could imagine. Loud and distorted. Rocky keeps singing, but you couldn't hear him well. I start to sing along at the chorus. Ryland looked like he had enough.

"STOP!" He exclaims. We all stop playing, glad to stop the horrible sounds. "Shawn!" He exclaims completely fed up.

"I-I don't know what happened." He says as scared as Linda. Ryland walks over to the amp and plays around with it. Shawn plays a few notes and everything's back to normal. Rocky and Ratliff walk up behind me.

Now what? I mouth to them. They shrug.

"Someone messed with everything and I think I know who it was." Ryland says. He starts to walk upstairs. Ratliff, Rocky, and I look at each other panicked.

"Where are you going?" Ratliff calls after him.

"Riker and Rydel's. They obviously mess this all up." He says walking out the door. We all look at each other. Ratliff digs out his phone before calling Riker.

"Hello?" Riker says calmly picking up his phone.

"R-Riker? We have a huge problem." Ratliff tried to say calmly.

I grab the phone from Ratliff. "RYLAND'S GONNA KILL YOU! WE'RE GO SORRY! JUST RUN AWAY!" I exclaim.

Rocky takes the phone from me. "We're so sorry!" He explains everything.

Let's just say, this won't end well... not at all...