Parker lied on the bunk bed of her room. It has been only a few months since she had seen the man of her dreams. Her band averted her from all the stress placed through. Quite frankly nothing of the unordinary or drastic measures allowed for Parker to break down. As tough as these months progressed, there hasn't been any sense of paranoia for any of her bandmates. Parker comforts sideways, grabbing a framed portrait of Travis Strong. They had gotten together towards the end of the school year. Their relationship was temporary, an ill-fated event captivating love for one another.

"Aw, why did you have to go? We could've been a different couple with more passion. Why did fate break us away in the first place?" She mumbled. Parker's self-conscious was irrelevant in contrast with her quirky sense of humor. As humorous described one of her personality traits, she respects it. Although Life had slightly altered since summer kicked in, she resisted her problems and continued portraying her role as a loyal friend. "If I had one wish, my wish is that you were back here in Roscoe." With a single knock on the door startled Parker. She leapt out of her bed as she opened the door.

"For awhile I was expecting someone else," Parker said.

"There's some mail for you. You don't think I would spoil who sent it to you." A girl with long dark hair startled. She was the drummer of the three group rock band. While their popularity skyrocketed since their summer tour, they had yet to get discovered from a major record.

"What are you doing here?" Parker asked.

"I was going to Lily's to drop off something, but she wasn't there. I did try calling her though." Megan notified to her friend. She isn't someone who socializes every so often. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, it's my bedroom you're in," Parker responded. She grabbed the mail from the possession of her friend's grasp. Ripping out the sheds on the outer envelope, Parker unfolded what appears to be a three sided folded letter.

"Well what does it say? I don't think that mail was for you." Her friend scolded. Parker continued reading the letter she supposedly is for her. When she skimmed down to the bottom, particularly speaking the letter it was written by.

"…From your friends Ed and Ted? So much for getting my hopes up." Parker sighed. It seemed as though the moment she saw her name printed on the front envelope, a miracle would occur. Unfortunately her hopes did not live up to their expectation.

"I don't understand why are you taking much pressure into this? Come on, I know you more than anybody in Roscoe....except for your parents." Megan assured her friend. She has only been in Roscoe for quite awhile. As the drummer of No Man's Land whose known for throwing drumsticks following their performance, she transferred around the second semester of the school year.

"Seeing as you're my best friend, I thought we could work things out." Parker said. "I mean anything's possible correct amino?"

Megan remained silent. There was not a single word she peeped out. Meanwhile Parker continues to experience another of her tear jerking moments. She hid her face under her pillow, screaming and yelling.

"Are you okay? Maybe I should just go," her friend said.

"Meg wait," Parker tossed the pillow down to the floor. "Before you go I need to do me a favor."

"What favor do you have in mind?" Megan replied solemnly.

"Have you called Lily yet?" Parker asked. "Just tell her we need a girl talk going on."

Megan leapt onto her bed. "I know I'm not being your little sister but seeing as I'm the only one who could understand you, I want to make sure you don't get caught in serious danger."

"Megan, I don't need saving. On the other hand why should I be the one to be the damsel in distress?" Parker sighed. Anxiety was common around Roscoe. Parker seemed slightly deprived as her emotions surrounding Travis's departure clouded her mind. Despite his proper farewell, she remained solitaire.

"You want to talk to Lily about it?" Megan suggested. While not the most assisted, she was rather a support of the threesome. "She could be of some use."

"She better not let her ego get in the way. I mean look what happened last time. We wouldn't be calling ourselves a band if she hadn't come to her senses." Parker reflected back into the past. A fall out between her and Lily nearly desintegrated No Man's Land. Although her friend admitted her creativity as a composer, Parker's state of mind was anonyamous.

"We can all agree on one thing. Why don't we start it now?" Megan sputtered out.

"Maybe you're right, or maybe it's a crevasse that will bring me down." Parker said. Suddenly an idea popped up in her mind. An inspiration was strong enough but how 'strong' will it take for her to accomplish this feat.

"Is everything alright? One moment you seem down, and you're happy all of a sudden." Megan assured.

"I think I found an inspiration. We and Lily have to come to a decision. I wonder how our song will play out?" She said. On her desk, Parker grabbed her pencil from the cup container filled with other written utensils. She pulled out from the drawer a piece of clean sheeted paper.

"You think it would be necessary if we co-write it?" She asked.

"Unless all three of us think of something, I gaurantee we'll accomplish something no other rock band could do. Let's see what we'll do first and then all of us will assemble and shake things up." Parker said. She and Megan began arranging materials for possibly their next written song.

"Are you sure we're doing the right thing?"

"Positive," Parker replied.