Chapter 3:

I walked towards where I heard the noises. A garage. I had found a band! Maybe a boy band. A cute boy band....

I walked up to the garage and knocked on the door. The guitar stopped and I heard footsteps approach the door.

"Yeah? Oh! Hey guys it's a girl!" the door was answered by a cute blond boy wearing a black tank top and jeans.

"Where? Who? What? When? How?" were the replies he got.

"*sigh* Kev, Brad, Max, get over here!!' the blonde yelled. 'Oh, I am Matt. These are the "Teenage Wolves", my band.

"Hi,' I said to all of them. "I'm Bethany Wilkins, I'm form America...."

I trailed off staring at Kev. The boy was kind of cute with brown hair, and glasses. He was staring at me in the most peculiar way.

"Um, hi Kev!" I said, trying to get through to him.

"Don't pay any attention to him he's been drunk since day one." Matt warned. " He doesn't usually speak our language. We're not sure what he speaks anymore. But he sure can play the piano!"

"Zoink wakka!"

"I'm guessing that's his language."

"Correct." Matt replied, sounding very annoyed.

"Zoinka Wakk," Kev agreed.

"I can't understand him! How do we....."

"Communicate?" Matt asked and I nodded. "We don't understand him either, like I said, just ignore him!"

"Oooookay. Can I listen to you guys rehearse?"

"Sure," Matt replied. "We'll even let you watch too!"

"heh-heh." I chuckled and drifted off into thought. This is so much better than I thought! And I can't wait for my date with Ken!!!!!