Peyton knocked at the door to the apartment. She stepped back, waiting for someone to answer the door. She heard some shouts from inside with someone clapping their hands together. She was curious as to what was going on inside, so she tried the doorknob. It turned easily, so she let herself inside.

Junk and Fergie were on one side of the foosball table with Mouth and Milly on the other side. Their hands were moving and twisting the rods. All of their concentration was focused on the game they were playing. Skills stood at the end of the table, watching the ball being smacked around by the little foosball men. No wonder they didn't hear her knocking, they were all so caught up in the game.

There was a loud smack and bang as the foosball went into a goal. Milly let out a little yell of happiness and gave Mouth a high-five. Junk and Fergie groaned. Skills chuckled and looked up. He noticed her standing there and smiled at her. "Hey Peyton."

Everyone's attention was then drawn to her. She waved, "Hi guys."

"Oh my god, I'm sorry Peyton," Milly apologized as she quickly grabbed her bag from the counter top. "I'm ready to go, I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

"It's fine Milly. We're not in any rush," Peyton told her with a smile, hoping to calm her down. She was glad that Milly was having a good time living with all these guys. "So who won?" she asked the guys.

"We did," Mouth announced proudly.

"Yeah, they whooped Junk and Fergie's asses," Skills told her. "Badly."

Peyton noticed the large grin that managed to make it's way across Milly's face as Skills said this. "You ready to go?" Peyton asked her.

Milly nodded, "Yeah."

"Alright then. I'll see you guys later," she called out to the guys as she walked out of their apartment, Milly following her.

She walked down the steps and out of the apartment building. She unlocked her car and got in and Milly did the same. Peyton started her car and immediately turned on the radio. She backed out of the parking space and began driving.

"Where are we going exactly?" Milly asked her.

"To Kenzie Den in Myrtle Grove, it's like a club," Peyton told her. "But they have concerts there too. It was a house a long time ago, judging from the pictures I saw of it on the internet."

"They made it into a club? That's pretty cool," Milly.

Peyton nodded her head, "Yeah. Paper Copy plays there pretty frequently."

It was the end of a song on the radio, and another one came on, this one both of them recognized.

"Oh my god, it's Mia!" Milly exclaimed as she turned the radio up, without even getting permission from Peyton.

"They're playing her on the radio!"

The two remained silent for the rest of the song. Peyton's smile was huge, she had done it, Mia was on the radio and soon everyone would know her and her music. Mia was on the radio, even if it was a semi-local station. It was still something. And she did it. She pushed the gas pedal down a little more, maybe she would find her next band tonight.

"I can't believe Mia's on the radio. I met her!" Milly said as Peyton turned the radio down for the commercials.

"I know, it is kind of surreal," Peyton agreed.

"Do you think you'll sign Paper Copy?" Milly asked her.

"I don't know. I hope they're as good as they seem to be."

"Me too...But what if they're not?"

"Then they're not and we try again. We'll find something. But I have a good feeling about this," Peyton confided in her.

"Really?"

Peyton nodded, "Yeah I do actually. And it's strange because I haven't even heard them yet."

"You didn't listen to anything that they play yet? You didn't even listen to them on their Myspace?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I just...I have to see them. I don't even know how to explain it, I just need to see them."

"Okay," Milly nodded.

They didn't talk for the rest of the ride to Myrtle Grove, which was only a few minutes. Peyton parked the car and they walked towards a large sign with bright purple lettering announcing the name of the club. The entered underneath it and at the little box office Peyton paid for both of them to get in. The guy in the window gave them their tickets and Peyton led her down the hallway towards the main room.

"Here, let me pay you back," Milly said as she fumbled in her purse for money to give to Peyton.

"No, keep your money," Peyton told her. "I asked you to come along, plus you found them. The least I can do is pay for you to get in."

"Are you sure?" Milly asked her.

"Positive," Peyton replied. "Now, come on!" She grabbed Milly's hand and led her through the entrance into the main room. To her left was a small merchandise table selling Paper Copy t-shirts and cds as well as some other band's merchandise. The bar was along the wall to her right and extended towards the stage which was at the opposite side of the room. They sat down at the bar and soon the bartender came over to them.

"What can I get you ladies to drink?" the bartender asked, with a fake-looking smile.

"Just a Coke, please," Peyton said.

"Me too," Milly told him.

The bartender nodded and walked away to fill their order.

"You could've gotten something else to drink, you know. I don't mind," Peyton told her.

"I know, I just don't want anything tonight," Milly replied.

"Alright," Peyton smiled at her. She scanned the crowd in front of the stage, a few people actually sported Paper Copy t-shirts.

Then, the band came onto the stage with a few cheers from the crowd. The band members took their places and the lead singer held onto the microphone and said, "Hey guys, we're Paper Copy."