(Stevie)
I has to admit, this whole thing with Zander wasn't so bad, but I do habe to say I need to get out of this room. I just want some freedom.
"When are they coming?" Zander asks.
"They should've been here ten minutes ago. I wonder what's up." I say.
"Hey..."
"What?"
"Did you bring flowers?" Zander asks.
"What?"
"It's just that I've never noticed those flowers before." he says pointing at the flowerpot in the center of the coffee table.
"They look nice." I say. They did look nice, but there was something unusual about them. I just couldn't put my finger on it...
"Hey, what's that thing in there?" Zander asks.
"What thing?"
"You know, in the flowers." he says, and I take a closer look at them. Besides all the yellows, ocean blues, and purples, I see one black one. Wait a minute...
"I think there's a webcam in this thing." I say.
"There's no webcam," Zander says taking a closer look. "Oh. Why is it in there?" he asks.
"Come on. Locked door plus hidden webcam means Grace, Kevin, and Kacey are probably watching us." I say and sit back down on the couch.
"I'm so bored!" Zander whines. He may look like a teen, but he acts like a five year old.
"There's tons of instruments in here, and you are bored?"
"Good point." he says, and he gets his ukulele, and sits back down next to me.
"Can you sing?" he asks. Me? Sing?
"Yeah, when dogs fly."
"I thought it was pigs." Zander asks.
"Yeah, but pigs already fly."
"What?"
"The Perfs fly to Paris every summer." I explain.
"I don't get what makes them so perfect." Zander says. Finally someone who saw that.
"Well, they are pretty and they can sing-"
"Yeah, the same song every day. I want something unpredictable." Zander says, and I laugh a little.
"So... Can you sing?"
"I can lip synch." I say. I think he mentally face palms himself.
"Come on, don't think I don't hear you singing to yourself in the band room when you think you're alone." he says.
"You listen to me sing? Whatever happened to hating me?"
"Hey, I'm just trying to be nice." he says, and he strums his ukulele.
"You said you can play the ukulele, right?" Zander asks. I nod. "And the drums, piano, flute, saxophone, guitar-"
"Zander, you don't need to remind me. I know what kind of instruments I could play," I say. "So why do you want to know about my talents?"
"I just don't want you to lie. I want you to prove it." he says. I smirk. This was going to be a piece of cake.
"Here." he says handing me his ukulele.
"Really? You'd let me play George?" I ask him. George was his ukulele. I know this because he had his ukulele engraved. Weird, but cool.
"Sure. I mean, it's not like you'd do anything bad to George." he says.
"Fine," I say and strum a few chords on it. I kind of hum to my favorite song I play. "Happy now? I'm not lying." I say handing him George back.
"Why do you love the ukulele so much?" I ask him.
"Well, it all started when I was seven years old. Some little girl that wore beanies and combat boots gave me a ukulele. I can't remember her name. Umm... It's kind of fuzzy. I thought it was a stupid gift, but the curiosity got the better of me. I strummed it and I kind of liked it. I figured out all the chords, and I guess I'm a ukulele player now." he explains.
"So you taught yourself to play the ukulele?"
"Well, yeah. There was nothing else to do, so I played the ukulele. I never thought I would actually be playing that thing, but here I am ten years later." he says. I take the ukulele and examine it.
"It looks familiar to me..." I say.
"Well, we don't have a lot of time left, so I need to see you play every single instrument in this room." he says and I smile.
After all that drum playing, piano playing, ukulele playing, and bass playing, I'm finally done proving myself to Zander. Now he won't think I'm a phony.
"Woah. And I thought you were faking," he says and I smirk inside. "Didn't one of your friends say that you can sing too?"
"Umm... Yeah-" I say, but stop because I hear the door jingle. Then I see it open to reveal Kevin with Grace and Kacey at his side.
"Got my lunch." he says with a tray full of oranges and a slice of pizza.
"What took you guys so long?" I ask them thankful that I didn't need to sing on front of Zander. Instruments were one thing, but my voice was a completely different story.
"We had to make Kevin another gameplan for the masquerade ball." Grace explains and I understand. Kevin wasn't exactly a ladies man like Zander, so he needed much more help.
"So whatcha got?" Zander asks.
"I'm going to ask my SYF buddy to go to the ball with me." Kevin says triumphantly. If I was a cartoon, my eyes would've been bigger than my head.
"Seriously? About twenty minutes and that's what you came up with?" Zander asks.
"Hey, my SYF buddy accepts me for me and she doesn't think I'm weird. She's nice, and I really want to meet her." Kevin says.
"What about what Ms. A. said? What if she figures out who you are?" I ask.
"She won't. We'll be wearing masks remember?"
"Hmm... I'm thinking about asking my SYF buddy to come to the ball with me too." Grace blurts.
"Me too." Kacey says. Seriously? Out of all the people they knew, they wanted someone anonymous.
"Seriously? Whatever happened to going with someone you know?"
"What if we go with our SYF buddies? They're someone we know that is real. It's funner that way." Grace says.
"Why don't you go with your SYF buddy?" Kacey asks me.
"Because I'm not going to the ball." I say.
"WHAT!?" Grace and Kacey exclaim simultaneously.
"Should I requote that?" Kevin asks.
"Yes please." Grace says.
"BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO THE BALL!" Kevin says in a terrible girl voice.
"I do not sound like that."
"Yeah, but do you expect me to perfect impressions?" Kevin asks. Hmm... He did have a good point.
"You should go with your SYF buddy." Kacey asks me.
"Umm... Nope." I say.
"But-"
RING!
"Oh well, lunch's over so... FREEDOM!" I yell before running out of the room.
A/N: So, this chapter was pretty much a bunch of randomness. Let me know what you think!