Rachel hung up and turned to the others, who were looking at her curiously.
"What?" Kori dismissed it.
"Nothing. Now, back to the guest-"
"No, Kori. I don't need anyone else. As long as I have my acoustic guitarist for one of my songs I'm fine." Kori looked nervous as she said that.
"I knew you would say that, Friend Rachel, so I fired your guitarist." Rachel glared at her.
"How am I supposed to do Outside Looking In without the acoustic?"
"Gar plays acoustic. Really well actually." Gar tried to stop Vic from saying it, but he was no match for the bigger teen. Kori looked ecstatic.
"That is wonderful! Is it not, Friend Rachel?" Rachel just muttered a 'whatever' and walked away.
"I can't believe you did that, dude!" Vic shrugged.
"You wouldn't have gotten the guts to do it." Richard pushed them apart.
"Kori gave you the chords you need to practice, shouldn't you be doing that?" Gar nodded happily and ran off. Vic shook his head.
"He's head over heels for that girl."
Three days later, Gar had practiced every chance he got. Vic had to get his foster mom, Rita, to get him out of his room during the day. Now, all three of them were going to the girls' hotel room. Kori had said Rachel refused to leave, so they had to come to her.
Rachel had been talking on the phone, reading, or meditating for the three days. Melvin, Timmy, and Teether had been calling. (It was really funny when Teether called!) Now she was basically tied to a chair waiting for the boys to arrive. Oh, wait. She WAS tied to the chair. Kori was keeping her restricted until they came so she couldn't do any damage or make an excuse. She heard a knock and wasn't sure whether to be happy or enraged.
"Um, dudes, why is Rae tied to that chair?" She glared at Gar.
"Don't call me'Rae', and Kori did it." Kori giggled nervously and untied her.
"I did this for protective measures. Do not worry friends." Rachel stood up and glared at them. They cringed under her gaze. After a minute, she closed her eyes and said a short phrase under her breath, then them and looked at Gar, who had his guitar.
"Are we going to do this or not?" He nodded and sat on the foot of one of the beds (he didn't know whose) and got ready to play.
"You don't know my name
You don't know
Anything about me
I tried to play nice
I wanna be in your game
The things that you say
You may think
I never hear about them
But word travels fast
I'm tellin' you to your face
I'm right here behind you back!
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
You don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
On the outside lookin' in
If you could read my mind
You might see
More of me than meets the eye!
And you've been all wrong
Not who you think I am
You've never given me a chance!
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
You don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
On the outside lookin' in
I'm tired of stayin' at home
I'm bored and all alone
I'm sick of wastin' all my time.
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out!
You don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
On the outside lookin' in
You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
You don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend
On the outside lookin' in." She finished with one last note from Gar. She glared at the group staring at her.
"I'm goin' on a walk." They didn't argue with the angry girl, just made room for her to get by.
Rachel opened her phone and dialed.
"Hello?" An innocent voice asked. She smiled.
"Melvin. I'm glad you answered." Melvin was obviously happy to hear from her.
"Rachel! Do you think you could get that video app and sing to us tonight?" Rachel chuclked.
"I already have it, that's why I'm calling. To prepare you for tonight."
Melvin was only roughly 8 years old. She had golden blonde hair and sparkling sky blue eyes. She was very fond of her pink cape and teddy bear Bobby. She had two younger brothers, Timmy and Teether.
Timmy was around 5 with red hair (I don't know the color of his eyes) and loved his blanket. He always seemed to be fighting with Teether, but always listened to Melvin.
Teeher was the youngest. At only two years old, he already had a love for the people and world around him. He liked Timmy's blanket almost as much as Timmy did, so the two were almost constantly fighting over it. He had blonde hair and blue eyes like his sister.
"I have to go Rachel, they're fighting again." Rachel sighed.
"They never stop. I'll talk to you tonight Mel."