After the show, the 5 of them hung out in the studio, the guys getting to
know their new friend. Ray and Lily fooled around in the back while Robbie
gave Megan a lecture.
"No one can find out who runs this radio station, and if anyone questions you, you don't know a thing." He explained.
"Well, don't people recognize your voice?"
"No, Travis built this voice synthesizer thing and it changes them, only slightly."
"You built it?" she asked him, interested.
"Yeah." he said. He wanted to tell her about the rest of the stuff but didn't want to brag.
"Anyways." Robbie said changing the subject.
For the next hour, Ray and Lily remained playing stupid games and teasing each other while Robbie and Travis talked to Megan. She was an outgoing girl, and the boys could already tell how passionate she was about things. She had been born in California and moved to Canada with her mom after her parents divorced when she was three. Her and Lily had met at a daycare center, where their mothers had became friends, so they spent a lot of time together. Megan then went back to the states to visit with her brother, and only ended up staying for a few years. Her brother had recently gotten married and she felt out of place and decided to come back home to her mom.
After Robbie and Ray had realized they had a project due the next day and left, Travis, Lily and Megan remained in the studio. They sat on the couch while Lily sat in her chair strumming on her guitar.
"Hey Lil.. do you remember when we were about 5 and we started our band?"
Lily laughed. "Oh no. don't start."
"We had those Play-Skool fake instrument things," she began to explain to Travis, "and
Lily played a guitar which, she was horrible at and left me to the drums and the flute."
He laughed "a flute? What do you need that for?"
"It was the only other Play-Skool instrument they had."
Soon it was only Megan and Travis. They remained sitting on the couch talking about her.
"So, tell me about you." she said.
"I don't talk about me."
"Why not?"
"Because. its usually pointless."
"How come?"
"My dad works for this company, but no one really knows what they do."
She smiled. "Like, the CIA?"
He kind of laughed. "No. not like the CIA. Anyways, I have to move around a lot and, every time I get close to someone, he pulls me away."
"How does your mom deal?"
He waited before he answered and sighed. "She doesn't"
"Divorced?"
"Dead"
She stopped, looked at him and realized he was trying hard to keep in his feelings.
"I'm. sorry." She managed.
"Me too." He stood and walked to his booth but stood outside of it looking through the glass on the inside. He desperately wanted to talk to her but didn't know how. She waited.
"Sorry." he finally said.
"No, . its my fault."
"You didn't know."
"True, you have a problem talking to people?"
"I have a problem opening up to people. I don't like to expose my wounds and experience it all over again, and for what? You know? No, you don't how could you?"
"I've left friends behind too. I do know what it feels like."
"But you left them by choice. I mean I'm sure you didn't want to but you left Lily because you wanted to be with your brother, no one made you leave."
"But still, I left her and I know what it feels like."
He nodded and sat back down next to her. "Yeah. sorry I just get, frustrated."
She smiled. "No more I'm sorrys ok?"
He smiled back.
"No one can find out who runs this radio station, and if anyone questions you, you don't know a thing." He explained.
"Well, don't people recognize your voice?"
"No, Travis built this voice synthesizer thing and it changes them, only slightly."
"You built it?" she asked him, interested.
"Yeah." he said. He wanted to tell her about the rest of the stuff but didn't want to brag.
"Anyways." Robbie said changing the subject.
For the next hour, Ray and Lily remained playing stupid games and teasing each other while Robbie and Travis talked to Megan. She was an outgoing girl, and the boys could already tell how passionate she was about things. She had been born in California and moved to Canada with her mom after her parents divorced when she was three. Her and Lily had met at a daycare center, where their mothers had became friends, so they spent a lot of time together. Megan then went back to the states to visit with her brother, and only ended up staying for a few years. Her brother had recently gotten married and she felt out of place and decided to come back home to her mom.
After Robbie and Ray had realized they had a project due the next day and left, Travis, Lily and Megan remained in the studio. They sat on the couch while Lily sat in her chair strumming on her guitar.
"Hey Lil.. do you remember when we were about 5 and we started our band?"
Lily laughed. "Oh no. don't start."
"We had those Play-Skool fake instrument things," she began to explain to Travis, "and
Lily played a guitar which, she was horrible at and left me to the drums and the flute."
He laughed "a flute? What do you need that for?"
"It was the only other Play-Skool instrument they had."
Soon it was only Megan and Travis. They remained sitting on the couch talking about her.
"So, tell me about you." she said.
"I don't talk about me."
"Why not?"
"Because. its usually pointless."
"How come?"
"My dad works for this company, but no one really knows what they do."
She smiled. "Like, the CIA?"
He kind of laughed. "No. not like the CIA. Anyways, I have to move around a lot and, every time I get close to someone, he pulls me away."
"How does your mom deal?"
He waited before he answered and sighed. "She doesn't"
"Divorced?"
"Dead"
She stopped, looked at him and realized he was trying hard to keep in his feelings.
"I'm. sorry." She managed.
"Me too." He stood and walked to his booth but stood outside of it looking through the glass on the inside. He desperately wanted to talk to her but didn't know how. She waited.
"Sorry." he finally said.
"No, . its my fault."
"You didn't know."
"True, you have a problem talking to people?"
"I have a problem opening up to people. I don't like to expose my wounds and experience it all over again, and for what? You know? No, you don't how could you?"
"I've left friends behind too. I do know what it feels like."
"But you left them by choice. I mean I'm sure you didn't want to but you left Lily because you wanted to be with your brother, no one made you leave."
"But still, I left her and I know what it feels like."
He nodded and sat back down next to her. "Yeah. sorry I just get, frustrated."
She smiled. "No more I'm sorrys ok?"
He smiled back.