Disclaimer:
I do not own the Hardy Boys or any related characters from the books.

Author's Note:
I am writing this story with a friend of mine, so the updates may be slow. I hope you enjoy it!! :)

Chapter One

"Remind me where we're going again?" Joe Hardy leaned back in his seat as Frank drove their van down the lamp-lit streets of Bayport.

"I told you, there's this new club Chet was raving about and he wants us to meet him there." Frank took a left and soon entered the industrial side of town.

"It's called the Can't Be Beat." Callie added from her seat between the two brothers, "Chet says it's real hip. They have live bands perform every night."

Joe shrugged.

"Come on, Joe. You can't bash in until you've tried it." Callie poked his shoulder. "Besides, I thought you liked dancing?"

"I do."

"Then cheer up."

Frank smiled at his friends' playful quarreling. Callie always seemed to know how to get the best of Joe and Joe, the best of Callie. It was a game between those two and Frank knew Joe hated it.

"Here we are." Moments later, Frank pulled into the parking lot of Can't Be Beat. The club was located in a once abandoned warehouse at the very edge of town. A large neon sign hanging above the door displayed the club's name in brightly colored lights.

"Looks pretty fab." Said Callie, as Frank drove around the poorly lit lot, looking for a parking space.

"I guess." Joe also looked out the window. A sign hanging on the front door caught his eye as they drove past. "Charlie and the Sweethearts? Who's that?"

"Must be the band who's performing tonight." Frank said. He drove around some more and soon found a spot at the edge of the lot. He turned off the engine and he and his friends got out of the vehicle.

"Where's Chet?"

"He said he's meet us inside. Come on." Frank led the way across the parking lot and to the front doors of the club. Callie hung to his arm as they walked and Joe followed slowly behind.

They paused at the door as some teens exited and Joe took another glance at the poster. The words Charlie and the Sweethearts were scrawled across the front in bold red letters. Behind were five girls on instruments. A 'chick band'. Joe wasn't sure if he'd like this.

When they finally got inside, Frank instantly spotted Chet at a table in the back of the room. Seated with him were two friends Frank knew well: Hardy pals, Biff Hooper and Tony Prito.

"Hey, if it isn't Frank and Joe?" Said Biff as the group approached. Chet scooted over to make room for Frank and Callie. Joe took a seat next to Tony.

"Hey, guys. How's it going?" Asked Joe.

"Pretty good." Biff sipped at his soda.

"Glad you guys could come down." Said Chet.

"Yeah, thanks for inviting us."

"Okay, everybody," A man in a bright Hawaiian shirt stepped onto the stage with a microphone, "Here they are! The greatest girl band in the area! Let's here it for Charlie and the Sweethearts." The room broke into applause as five brightly-dressed girls ran out onto stage. A blonde girl at the front of the group grabbed the microphone.

"Thank you, Greg!" She said. "And thank you all!" The crowd went wild. "As he said, I'm Charlie and these are the Sweethearts." She showed off her band. "The first song we would like to play for you is one our bass player wrote especially for all of you tonight. We hope y'all enjoy it!"

The music began and the boys looked at each of their friends.

"Not bad." Frank confessed to his brother and friends. "What do you guys think?"

"They aren't bad at all." Said the younger Hardy. His blue eyes brightened as they landed on the dark-haired bass player. "Better then I thought they were going to be."

"I like them too." Callie said.

"Pretty hip for girls." Admitted Biff.

"Alright, here comes the pizza!"

The group turned as the waiter arrived with the food. He set the supreme pie in the center of the table and handed Chet the receipt. "You folks enjoy." He said before walking off.

"Pizza?" Frank looked to Chet as his friend pulled a really cheesy piece from off the tray.

"Sure. Go ahead and have some. They're having a unlimited pizza special going on today."

Frank didn't wait for any further invitation and instantly snatched up a slice followed by Callie and the rest of the guys. The Hardy's and their friends nibbled on their pizza as they continued to watch Charlie and her Sweethearts perform. Frank couldn't help but notice that his brother's and some of his friends' eyes were glued to the performers.

"Hey! Pass another slice over here, would ya?"

After the song had ended the audience erupted into applause and the girls took a bow. A waiter returned with another pizza and set it on the Hardy's table removing the empty tray.

Chet reached for another slice of pizza. "Isn't this place the greatest?"

"Mmm hmmm." Agreed Biff, his mouth full of food.

"Thank you. Thank you." Charlie returned to the microphone and smiled brightly at the audience. "And now, for our next number, a song I'm sure everyone here will remember…"

The music started up again and Callie grabbed Frank's arm. "Come on, Frank! Let's dance!"

"Um… okay?" Frank allowed the excited girl to lead him to the dance floor. It wasn't that he didn't like dancing, he just still felt awkward around Callie ever since he had found her out to dinner with another man the previous weekend. Callie had claimed that the man was just a friend, but Frank just wasn't sure if he agreed. They looked pretty close and the way Callie had been acting increasingly nice to him these past few days only heightened his suspicions.

He and Callie danced through three songs and by the time they returned to the table, they were both out of breath.

"Bravo!" Chet clapped. "You guys were really swingin' out there!"

Frank waved off Chet's compliment and took a large gulp from his water glass. He looked at the half-full pizza tray on the table. "You guys getting full?"

"You kidding?" Laughed Biff. "I only had eight slices!"

"That's gross!" Complained Callie.

"Hey, I'm a growing boy!" Said Biff.

The other laughed.

"When does the band take a break?" Asked Joe.

"Probably after this next song." Chet replied, reaching for yet another slice of pizza.

Callie swatted his hand away. "Give yourself some time to digest!" She suggested.

Chet grinned and took the piece anyways.

The next song started and the group turned their attention back to the stage. This time, the lead guitarist was up front with the microphone. Frank's eyes searched for Charlie whom he soon found standing near the keyboardist with a tambourine.

"Beautiful and talented."

"What?" Frank turned to see Tony grinning at him.

"Don't think I didn't see you staring, Frank."

"What are you talking about? I've got Callie."

"Right…"

Moments later, Joe stood. "I'm tired of waiting around, I'm heading out for some dancing! Anyone else?"

Callie shook her head. "Go have fun."

Joe shrugged and headed for the dance floor. He soon found a lone girl who needed a dance partner and they began to groove.

"Pretty sweet tunes, huh?" Asked the girl.

"Sure." Joe agreed. "If you like this kind of stuff."

She giggled, "I think it's great!" They continued to dance. "By the way, I didn't catch your name."

"It's Joe. And you?"

But his dancing partner didn't get a chance to answer, for just as the band hit the final chord, the lights went out, followed by a blood-curling scream!