The Beatles. Who on god's green earth would put his band- James's band that he personally started- with The Beatles!? The Killjoys were local legends! Worthy of all praise and and kind words media had to offer! The Beatles were… James didn't have a word to describe them.

"I can't believe it!" He burst out again. Kai rolled her eyes and grabbed her bags. They were currently unloading the van and packing up the tour bus. "Why would they do this to me, to us!?"

"I can't believe you're still not over it." Remy laughed, helping one of the staff members move an amplifier. "It's not that big of a deal."

"But it is! It's a huge deal! This means they're the band we have to compete with for the main stage at The Dive!"

"Scared we'll beat you, Kalivas?" An arrogant voice said behind him.

James turned so he was face to face with John "I'm so cool because I'm British and I'm in art school" Lennon and his stupid sidekick Paul "I'm too pretty to be a guy and I pluck my already perfect eyebrows" McCartney. A scuffling of shoes against pavement behind him told him Sam had come to back him up. The sound gave him a surge of confidence.

"Not a chance, Lennon. It's you guys who should be scared." He said, glaring.

Paul raised his stupidly perfect eyebrows. How did one even achieve such great eyebrows? James couldn't understand. There was no way that was natural.

"I'm not very scared." Paul said, then turned to Lennon, who was smirking. "Are you scared, John?"

"Shakin' in my boots." Lennon smirked, and then he and Paul laughed like they were actually funny.

"You should be." Sam said, glaring. "We're gonna play at The Dive."

"Oho, and what makes you so sure of that?" Paul asked smugly, like he didn't believe him.

"It's just a fact." James said, backing his friend up. "We're better than you. Our songs have substance, our lyrics have weight. You sing silly pop songs about holding hands with girls."

"Is that the farthest you've gone with a girl?" Sam asked, smirking.

Lennon scowled and Paul's ears turned red, which gave James immense satisfaction.

"I wouldn't talk, Kalivas. Don't you have a song about a stripper?"

"At least I've been to a strip club before."

Sam snorted and high fived James.

"What's going on here?" Kai's voice came closer.

"These idiots actually think they're gonna win the main stage at The Dive!" Sam explained, laughing. "Them with their stupid songs about holding hands!"

"Well if you're so sure you're gonna win, how about a bet?" Paul asked.

Kai glared at James. "Don't you dare, James. Don't even think-"

"What are the stakes?"

"Oh god, here we go."

Kai could roll her eyes all she liked, but James Kalivas never backs down from a bet or a dare. Backing down was for the weak and spineless. James was anything but. He was the king of never giving up, the god of relentlessness.

He was so caught up in himself that he forgot to pay attention to what Paul was saying.

"How's that sound?"

James looked to his left. Sam was there, eyebrows raised, face impassive, eyes mischievous. To his right, Kai was glaring and shaking her head. He looked back at Paul, who wore a stupid smirk on his stupidly good looking face.

"It's a bet." James said firmly, holding out his hand to shake. Both of them gave knuckle crushing handshakes and glared at each other. "May the best band win."

"May the best band win indeed." Paul echoed, glaring at James before walking away with John.

"It's official." Kai announced as soon as the other two were out of earshot. "Except for Remy, I'm completely surrounded by idiots."

"Don't worry about it, we're not gonna let them win." Sam said, though he looked a bit paler than usual.

"I didn't even hear the bet, what happens if we lose?" James asked, confused.

Kai stared at him, flabbergasted. "You don't even know what you put at risk? Please tell me you aren't that stupid, James Kalivas."

James didn't answer, but instead looked sheepishly at Kai. Kai was normally pretty cool with anything, but if he or Sam did something really stupid, she could get a bit scary. He understood it was because she knew they were smarter than that, but Kai was probably the only person in the world who intimidated him besides his mother.

"He's that stupid. He's actually that stupid." She affirmed in disbelief. Shaking her head, she continued. "Here's what you didn't know you agreed to- if we lose The Dive, we lose our spot at the Crash and Crank."

James felt his jaw drop and his stomach sink. He worked so hard to get that venue, and now his hard work was jeopardized. "No…"

"Yeah." Kai sighed, then backed down. "Well, I guess we'll just have to make sure we don't lose then. We should promote, give people a reason to come and listen… new songs, unreleased songs! We're gonna have to write, promote it like hell on social media, send out little snippets on soundcloud and instagram…" She walked off, still mumbling plans to herself. She stopped to call over her shoulder. "You guys need to move the rest of your stuff into the bus, we're leaving in fifteen minutes!"

James and Sam scrambled back to the van, grabbing their bags and loading them onto the bus. Remy was sitting on one of the couches, his laptop resting on his knees.

"Make sure you don't lose this bet, James." He said seriously, not even looking up at him.

"You know about that?" James asked, then looked at Kai accusingly. She raised her hands and shook her head as if to say it wasn't her.

"I know everything." Remy replied. "Make sure you don't lose."

A/N: Sorry there's not a lot of Beatle interaction! There will be more in the future, I promise! In the meantime, if you could leave a review or something, it would be much appreciated!