The first part of this is happened in the past, the break line is where it changed to what is happening currently. If it gets confusing just let me know and i'll try to fix it.
Liz's p.o.v.

Finally, I was on my own. I had just moved into my own apartment in London and had gotten a nice job at a music store, some of the credit for getting me the job has to go to my brother. You can't live with him for seventeen years and not learn a thing or two. While we are at it, I can also credit him for being the reason that I moved here. I had to get away from him and well, everybody. All they ever talk about is how wonderful he is and all of the great things that he is going to do…gag me. It did not help that everyone assumed that because he wanted to do something that I wanted the same thing, they never seemed to realize that we were two different people, two very different people.
I stepped back to admire my handiwork. 'little to the left' I thought as I pushed the stand across the floor. "Perfect" I said aloud to myself. That is right I was alone, no one bothered to help me move. I packed everything, drove it here, and unpacked it by myself. I hate family.
It has been three days since I moved out and I haven't even got a phone call from home, shows how much they care, for all they know I am laying dead on the side of the road. So maybe it was not that bad, mom did try…..some. She would set up times that were for me and her, so that we could spend time together, HA like that ever happened. Yes she would set up the times, but when I was about 14 I learned to not to get my hopes up. She would make all these plains for us, then the night before she would cancel them. Every time it was because of him. He was going to play here, he had to go there. It was all about him.

Ok so maybe my life wasn't that bad. I mean we did get along, its just that I didn't really fit in with the rest of my family. My brother was one of my best friends…sometimes. He understood how I felt and he really tried to make things work between me and the rest of the family. That was until he turned on me too. It was about a year ago, he was supposed to go on some show and sing, guess who was supposed to play with him, that's right me. A few days before the show I came across my parents and brother talking in the kitchen, they didn't notice me in the doorway. They were talking about me, he didn't want to do the show with me, afraid that I would mess up his chances because I didn't care about music the way he did. What do my patents say? 'You only have to deal with her this one time, if this show goes well you can get a real band with good musicians.'
Hearing that coming from the people that you consider family is kind of hard, to make a long story short, I "forgot" to go to the show.


"Yes" The one in the hat said, "we are looking for a place to stay for a few nights."
"Then you have come to the right place" she smiled at them.
"What kind of rooms do you have?" asked a guy in a shirt that was a horribly bright shade of orange.
"Well, either you can all have your own rooms, or you can go two to a room." Liz said flipped through the reservation book.
"I think we can share rooms, right?" the one in the hat asked his friends. He was answered by nods of agreement.
"Rooms 1 and 7 it is. What name should I put it under?"
"Jones," Mr. bright orange said.
"How many nights do you plan to stay for?" She asked writing the name in the book.
"We're not really sure"
"That's ok, we don't have anyone else coming in for a while." Liz finished checking them in. "Would you like any help with your bags."
"No, thanks we can get them."
While they were getting their bags from their car, she got the room keys. Liz led them to the front of the dining room and through a hallway that lead to the stairs. She stopped and motioned to the door at the bottom.
"This is my apartment, if you need anything I can usually be found there or around here. If I'm not here there will be a note on the door."
"Good to know," they chorused. Liz led them up the stairs, turning around to face the guys she said, "ok, room 1 is in the front of the building" she motioned to the second door on her left. "Room 7 is all the way down there but watch your step there is a step down before the last two rooms," she motioned down the hall to her right. She held out the keys for the boys to take.
The one with a huge purple suitcase took the keys and asked, "Is the kitchen still open?"
"Yes it is."
"Cool, I'm hungry"
"Well when you get settled come on down and have a seat."
"Will do." Liz headed back down stairs walking through the deserted dining room and thought to her self 'Why. Why here, why now, why them, of all the people who could have walked through that door it had to have be them.'