It finally happened. Let me tell you how it happened. I was sitting in my house. Rhenda was doing her thing…She was dancing to the newest songs on the radio in a way that would make a nun cry.

I was bustling away in the kitchen, attempting to make some kind of new meal Rhenda couldn't possibly burn or melt. I didn't get too far. Because just as Rhenda busted a move and I busted a pan, the phone rang. I quickly bounded over to the phone and snatched it up.

"Hello. This is Reggina Sullivan," I smiled cheerily. "Who's this?"

"Reggie! It's me: Mike!"

"Hey, Mike. How're you doing?"

"Excellent! Listen, I have a proposition for you," Mike said. "How would you like to come and listen to our band play?"

"Like it?" I gasped. "Try love it!"

"Great!" Mike smiled. "I'll have a surprise for you afterwards."

"Um…okay," I shrugged. When he hung up, I turned to Rhenda, who was now doing some twisted version of The Watusi. "Guess what?" I grinned.

"What?" she asked, still dancing.

"I'm going to go listen to the guys play tonight." Rhenda stopped dancing and looked at me, beaming from ear to ear. "What?" I asked, confused.

"You. Boys. Music," Rhenda grinned. "A mix worth seeing."

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes. "I'm just spending time with my new friends, okay?"

"Friends or boyfriends?" Rhenda smirked.

"You know I'm not a bigamist," I teased. That was the wonder of my relationship with my big sister. We could joke about any serious subject.

"Do I?" she teased back. I rolled my eyes at her and made my quirky half-smile.

"Well," I sighed, "whether I'm planning on marrying four different people or not, I'm going to listen to the fellas play tonight."

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It was about 7:30 and I needed to start getting ready for the concert. I changed from my sweaty track-suit (I had just come back from night jogging) and got in the shower. I washed my hair with a sweet-smelling shampoo and rinsed before climbing out of the shower and drying off.

I changed into a lime-green, tight-fitting dress with a turtleneck top. I blow-dried my hair, making sure that it fluffed out in a very flattering way and combed it out. I put my hair up in double ponytails, tying them with little green ribbons. Somehow, the color green stuck with me after the Barrossa's Bar lighting incident.

"HEY, REGGINA!" Rhenda called from the living room. "YOUR DATES ARE HERE!" I pulled on my white, shimmery boots and hurried out to meet my friends.

"Hey, boys," I smiled, waving at Mike, Davy, Peter, and Micky. Micky just waved back, smiling, still dumbly as ever.

"You look great, Reggie," Mike grinned. Why was he always the first one to talk when we met up? Probably because he was the most comfortable with me. Peter nodded in agreement. Davy winked and wolf-whistled. I ignored this.

"Ready to go?" Davy asked, raising an eyebrow. He was obviously not used to having someone ignore him. I looked over at him and made a face like I had just noticed him.

"Mmmm…Sure," I shrugged. I turned back to Micky and flashed a smile. I swear, he was going to faint on the spot. In fact, he got very close to it. He looked like my smile had hit him in the stomach and he stumbled back right into Peter. Peter struggled to keep him up, but he managed.

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I loved the concert. It was the first time I had heard Micky's singing voice. It was cute. Was his speaking voice this adorable? But one thing that concerned me was that whenever Micky's eyes wandered over in my direction, his voice cracked or went dead silent. He would snap his eyes back to the rest of the audience, or would close them and his voice would return to normal or just return in general.

After the two sets, Mike ushered everyone outside before hopping down and rushing toward me. The once dark room was now lit with very artificial light.

"C'mon, Reggie," Mike mumbled. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat.

"What's up?" I asked in confusion.

"No questions. Just follow me," Mike muttered. He pulled me backstage and looked both ways before pushing me into a closet. I tripped over a broomstick, but I held in my shriek of surprise. "Now, stay in here and be quiet." Mike shut the door and I was drenched in darkness. I waited for a little while before I heard mumbling outside the cupboard.

"That was an awesome show!" Peter exclaimed. "One of the best we've ever done!"

"Did I do okay?" a new voice asked. "Was my voice horrible? Man, did I suck in front of Reggina?"

"Micky, would you relax?" Davy sighed. "I'm sure you did fine." So that's what Micky's voice sounded like. Cute. Very cute. Adorable even!

"Yeah, Man," Mike smirked. "Relax."

"B-But what if I totally bombed?" Micky panicked.

"Trust me," Peter smiled. "You didn't."

"Except for those couple of screw-up's…" Davy's voice trailed off.

"Yeah," Micky interrupted the silence. "That's when I saw Reggina in the audience. Do you know what she does to me?"

Awkward silence…

"Um…" Mike breathed. "No?"

"I can't talk around her. When I see her, I can't make sounds come out," Micky cried in annoyance as if it was common knowledge.

"Is that ever right," Davy smirked. He imitated the first thing Micky had ever said to me. "'Hesphensltipvisont!'" There was a thud and Davy shouted a profanity followed by "OWCH!"

"Don't ever say that again!" Micky shouted. "Why do you have to keep reliving the most embarrassing moment in my life?!" This was when I noticed that I was pressing my ear very hard against the door. And I noticed this because I suddenly fell out of the cupboard and sprawled on the floor of the greenroom.