out with us this weekend. We’re going to Shenanigan’s on Friday night to celebrate. Whole gang is going to be there. You can meet Blake’s Lindsey.”
“Sounds great.”
“You gonna be our groupie, Marisol?” Trent teased as he sat down on the couch so close to me he was practically on top of me.
“I’m already a groupie for so many bands, I don’t know if I can fit in another.” I said apologetically.
“What if, which ever festival you plan to come to, we get you a free ticket and maybe a backstage pass to our stage?”
“ Then I guess you have a new groupie.” Yes, I was easily bought when music was involved.
“Alright, Rock Star, Marisol has some lessons from the banjo master to get to.” Declan stood and held out a hand to haul me off the couch.
“You’ve never played an instrument before, Mars?” Trent asked, stretching out of the space we just vacated. I didn’t comment on yet another nickname. I felt honored that they liked me enough to give me one.
“Nope ! But I have logged a lot of hours on Guitar Hero .” At that all the guys stopped what they were doing and gave me a long look of disbelief. Obviously, I made a huge mistake. “What?”
“That’s just…wrong. I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.” Trent said, shaking his head.
“Dec, please, God, go teach the woman to play a real instrument so she can understand the difference.” Blake said, jumping on Trent’s legs, forcing him to move them so he could sit comfortably.
“Come on, Mars. ” Declan said, taking my hand and leading me out to the garage where yet another couch was set up.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
An hour later I glared at Declan’s banjo that he took out of my hands before I chucked it across the room.
“I suck!” I growled at the instrument.
“Dude, it’s your first day, what did you think was going to happen?”
“I don’t know! Maybe I should start off with another instrument first, this is way harder than I thought.”
“That might be a good idea ; the banjo is a difficult instrument to master. Only an elite few can really play it.” He said, smirking and running a hand over the instrument. I rolled my eyes at him.
“Maybe I’m just not cut out to be a musician, my sausage fingers can barely make the notes.” I looked down at my hands.
“That’s true, no offense, but those things are tiny. You have toddler fingers.”
“Man!” I groaned, leaning back and throwing an arm over my eyes. “There goes my music career.”
“Jase said you have a nice singing voice.” He was trying to console me.
“When did Jase tell you that?” I sneaked a peek at him, curious now that they apparently had been talking about me.
“He called me last night after y’all blew up at each other.”
“Hmm, and what did he have to say?” I said shortly.
“Are you mad he called me?” He asked nervously.
“Nope.” I mouth popped on the “p.”
He looked at me skeptically before he continued, “He just said that things got out of hand quickly and he didn’t want to lose your friendship. He likes you, Mars.”
“I like him too and we’re fine now.” I said simply, hoping he would drop it.
I checked my phone and saw that I had about forty minutes until I promised to be at Emily’s house. I sent a quick text asking if she wanted me to pick up a pizza.
Yes, thank you Jesus, you read my mind!
I laughed at her response and then headed inside for some quiet to order one. I hung up and then headed back out to where the guys are.
“Hey guys, I’m going to head out.” I said.
“You’re leaving already, Mars?” Trent asked, pouting. I walked over and gave him a hug.
“Stop, ya big baby, I’ll be back.”
“See ya, Mars Attack!” Blake said, holding his hand out for a high five, I smacked my palm into it.
I walked over to Declan and hugged him, “Thanks for trying ; I might pick up the guitar before I come back to the banjo. Especially now since you’ll be preparing for
“Sounds great.”
“You gonna be our groupie, Marisol?” Trent teased as he sat down on the couch so close to me he was practically on top of me.
“I’m already a groupie for so many bands, I don’t know if I can fit in another.” I said apologetically.
“What if, which ever festival you plan to come to, we get you a free ticket and maybe a backstage pass to our stage?”
“ Then I guess you have a new groupie.” Yes, I was easily bought when music was involved.
“Alright, Rock Star, Marisol has some lessons from the banjo master to get to.” Declan stood and held out a hand to haul me off the couch.
“You’ve never played an instrument before, Mars?” Trent asked, stretching out of the space we just vacated. I didn’t comment on yet another nickname. I felt honored that they liked me enough to give me one.
“Nope ! But I have logged a lot of hours on Guitar Hero .” At that all the guys stopped what they were doing and gave me a long look of disbelief. Obviously, I made a huge mistake. “What?”
“That’s just…wrong. I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.” Trent said, shaking his head.
“Dec, please, God, go teach the woman to play a real instrument so she can understand the difference.” Blake said, jumping on Trent’s legs, forcing him to move them so he could sit comfortably.
“Come on, Mars. ” Declan said, taking my hand and leading me out to the garage where yet another couch was set up.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
An hour later I glared at Declan’s banjo that he took out of my hands before I chucked it across the room.
“I suck!” I growled at the instrument.
“Dude, it’s your first day, what did you think was going to happen?”
“I don’t know! Maybe I should start off with another instrument first, this is way harder than I thought.”
“That might be a good idea ; the banjo is a difficult instrument to master. Only an elite few can really play it.” He said, smirking and running a hand over the instrument. I rolled my eyes at him.
“Maybe I’m just not cut out to be a musician, my sausage fingers can barely make the notes.” I looked down at my hands.
“That’s true, no offense, but those things are tiny. You have toddler fingers.”
“Man!” I groaned, leaning back and throwing an arm over my eyes. “There goes my music career.”
“Jase said you have a nice singing voice.” He was trying to console me.
“When did Jase tell you that?” I sneaked a peek at him, curious now that they apparently had been talking about me.
“He called me last night after y’all blew up at each other.”
“Hmm, and what did he have to say?” I said shortly.
“Are you mad he called me?” He asked nervously.
“Nope.” I mouth popped on the “p.”
He looked at me skeptically before he continued, “He just said that things got out of hand quickly and he didn’t want to lose your friendship. He likes you, Mars.”
“I like him too and we’re fine now.” I said simply, hoping he would drop it.
I checked my phone and saw that I had about forty minutes until I promised to be at Emily’s house. I sent a quick text asking if she wanted me to pick up a pizza.
Yes, thank you Jesus, you read my mind!
I laughed at her response and then headed inside for some quiet to order one. I hung up and then headed back out to where the guys are.
“Hey guys, I’m going to head out.” I said.
“You’re leaving already, Mars?” Trent asked, pouting. I walked over and gave him a hug.
“Stop, ya big baby, I’ll be back.”
“See ya, Mars Attack!” Blake said, holding his hand out for a high five, I smacked my palm into it.
I walked over to Declan and hugged him, “Thanks for trying ; I might pick up the guitar before I come back to the banjo. Especially now since you’ll be preparing for
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