I laughed as the door closed and I felt a cool breeze on my face. March was coming in with a bang, and I had just left the hospital, Alex's arm tight around my waist. I had lucked out and hadn't needed a cast but Alex's injury was slightly worse than mine and he needed to wear one for a week. I kissed his cheek quickly. He laughed and held me closer to him. We were walking down the street and talking enthusiastically about all the things we were going to do now that we were free.

"Hey! You've never met the guys!" Alex proclaimed, astounded. A grin slowly spread on his face. "You have to meet my band. They're off the fucking wall."

I giggled. "I'd love to meet them! What are their names?"

"Well, the other guitarist is Jack Barakat. He will most likely try to do something sexual to you. He's the one with blonde highlights...avoid him at all costs. Our drummer, Rian Dawson, is pretty cool. I don't think he'll try to harass you, but you never know...and Zack Merrick is the bassist, he is the most decent and will respect the fact that you are my girlfriend and not his." Alex chuckled to himself.

"I can't wait to meet them. If they're your best friends then they must be some really cool guys," I said. I actually was excited to meet All Time Low. I had listened to a lot of their music in the hospital, and not only were they very good, but from what I had heard about them, they were very nice people.

Alex and I continued talking as we got into the car. I had to drive, because of Alex's arm. He popped a CD into my disc drive and I gave him a blank stare. "Paramore," he said. "They're awesome."

The car ride was silent except for the sounds of Paramore filling the car. Alex was banging his unhindered hand on the dashboard as I was singing out the lyrics. When we pulled into Alex's driveway, he immediately hopped out and got around to my door to open it. I smiled and kissed him quickly as I got out. He smiled back and shut the door as I got out of its swinging range.

A loud noise made me jump. The door to Alex's house burst open and three young men came out, screaming "THEY'RE HERE!". The guy with short hair and the guy with normal length brown hair picked up Alex while the guy with blonde highlights picked me up. I guessed that this was Jack, because he was the only one Alex had identified.

"Oooh, it's the lucky lady! Is this the miss Hannah Wright we've heard so much about?" Jack shouted to the other guys. They laughed and put us down. I defiantly put my arm around Alex. The guys made cooing noises and ushered us inside. We walked downstairs to the basement and I saw a phenomenal set up space with four electric guitars, three acoustic guitars, and two bass guitars. A large drum set sat in the back. Three microphones were set up in the front.

"Oh shit, guys." Alex suddenly looked very dejected.

"What?" The guy with short hair asked.

"Um, I can't really play guitar with this cast...fuck!" Alex muttered and looked down. "Wait," he said, suddenly picking his head up with a grin, "We can teach Hannah and have her play!"

Jack, who was sitting on a stool, laughed. "Sure! You up to it, girl?"

I snorted. "You're looking at the girl who taught herself to play guitar at age 4. I can do it."

Jack looked at me challengingly. "Alright. Let's see what you've got!" He handed me a piece of paper with notes scrawled in Alex's handwriting. Alex chuckled.

"Really, Jack? Hustlers?" He laughed again.

"Fuck yeah! It's one of our best!" He high-fived the guy with brown hair.

"Alright..." Alex took his place in front of the microphone. I picked up a guitar and started the intro guitar line. Soon, the whole band kicked in, and Alex started singing. The song was called "The Girl's A Straight Up Hustler", and it was infectious and dark and pop all at the same time, and I loved it. Soon I was bouncing around the room right with the guys, hearing out the chords, and even helping some with the back up vocals.

"She gets what she wants and she breaks what she gets...get out while you can or she'll tear you to pieces. Are you having a good time sweetheart?" Jack and I doubled up on those lyrics during the bridge. We came slamming down into the chorus and I got to finish the song with the heartbreaker outro... "Carry on home...I'll be waiting miles and miles away, leaving you to be forever seventeen, cleaning up the messes that you've made."

The room was silent as the sounds of the guitars finally faded away. Jack, Rian, and Zack stared at me with open mouths.

Finally, Jack spoke. "Wait, Hannah...tell me again why your band isn't famous?"

I laughed and hugged him. "Thanks, Jack," I smiled.