Musa's POV

I was walking around the mall, my face hidden in my designer shades and awesome hat. Parker let us all chill out since we didn't have band rehearsals until later. I decided that I needed some new strings for my guitar. So I walked around looking for the guitar shop. I found it easily and walked inside. The regular people were there; Jim, the owner and his many assistants whose names have slipped my mind.

I walked to the back of the store, where they stored the strings and looked around at all the styles on the wall. When all of a sudden, I heard this really cool blend of guitar chords. I walked around the store following the sound and found a guy with red hair, kind of shaped like a Hersey's kiss, playing a really cool black electric guitar. I watched as his fingers danced across the strings, never staying on the same fret. This was mesmerizing; it was like I was in another universe. "Can I help you?" he asked finally noticing me. "Um, I just have one question to ask." I said feeling embarrassed. "Did you write that?" "Yeah. Actually I did. I was just practicing one day and I sort of let my fingers do the walking." He said getting all cocky. "It's a nice piece. I really like it." I said smiling. It grew kind of silent and I took it as a hint to leave. I turned around, about to go back to the aisle with the strings. "Wait." He called back to me. "I'm Riven. I was wondering if maybe you'd want to get together sometime and compare music and stuff." "I'm Harmony." I said smiling. "And I'd really like that." I passed him my cell phone and waited for him to get out his. We exchanged digits and I left the store. The limo was waiting outside and I opened the door and hopped in thinking of him.

Flora's POV

It wasn't hot outside today so I was wearing my really awesome pink shades and a cute sun hat. I was at the town's green house. I guess you can say that it's my 3rd home. I watched as the sun streamed down onto the beautiful flowers showing their true colors. I reached for a beautiful pink rose when all of a sudden I saw someone else's hand reaching for the same flower. I looked up and saw a guy with blue hair that was tied back into a ponytail. I blushed and pulled my hand away. "It's okay." He said sweetly and softly. "They're beautiful aren't they?" "Yeah. They are." I said softly trying to hide my blush. "I love your taste in flowers." He said smiling. "I'm Helia." "I'm Flo." I said looking at a plumeria flower. "So maybe sometime we can hang out and talk about flowers?" he suggested. "Sure." I said whipping out my cell and giving it to him. He gave me his and I put my number in. "I've got to go." I said sadly. "No problem." Helia said. "A flower for the pretty lady." He handed me the pink rose that we both reached for; I blushed and walked out to the parking lot while smelling it.