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Donovan "Donnie" Andrews, for the first time in his life, was nervous.

Sure, he'd been nervous before, but not as much as this. He'd auditioned for The Betrayer's Kiss the week before, and the guitarist looked ready to sink her freshly-manicured nails into his puppy brown eyes. Though the other band members were, let's just say, different. The drummer didn't seem to care what people thought of her and the bassist was all bouncy like she was hopped up on Monster.

It was 3:38, a minute after school ended. The girls wanted him to meet them in The Garage, the school's basement. His bookbag seemed ten times heaving as he tossed it on his left shoulder, straightening out the red polo with the White Academy crest upon it. He pulled out his black beanie, carefully putting it on his head. He grabbed his favorite guitar, and headed for The Garage.

He pant leg started to vibrate, and he pulled out his Motorola Droid Bionic from his pocket.

Littl Kat: Yo Donnie Fisherman, what's up man?

Donnie smiled at his friend's text, quickly replying as a teacher walked by.

Donnie Fisherman: First band practice, wish me lucky.

The teacher stopped him, asking for an afterschool pass. He showed her the one his music teacher made for each band member, and the teacher looked dissapointed. "Ass..." Donnie muttered once the teacher was out of sight. He took the stairs to The Garage, where Spence was already tuning her double-neck guitar.

"Donnie." She stated, not bothering to look up and acknowledge his appearance. She didn't want him here anyways.

"Spence." He replied, pulling off the strap of his guitar case. He put his sleek acoustic on the stand, pulling out his microphone. It was a silly little microphone, made to look like icecream. "You know no one's going to take you seriously with that, right?" Spence asked, chuckling softly.

"Yeah."