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“Hurry up Justin, we have to be at the studio in ten minutes and yet we’re thirty minutes away.
Do you see a problem here?” JC ran around his bedroom, trying to get the last of his belongings
together. Justin just relaxed on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling.
“JC, let’s just not go.” Justin inhaled loudly, before glancing up at JC.
JC glared at Justin, not believing what he had just heard. “Excuse me Justin, but did I just hear
you correctly. Did you just say you didn’t want to go?”
“Yes JC, that’s exactly what I said. Are you getting old on me? Or have you spent to much time
around our fans?” Justin closed his eyes, letting the privacy of the room engulf him. “JC, this is
just to peaceful.”
JC yanked Justin off of the bed, and dragged him out of the room. “Justin we have a job to do,
no matter how peaceful it is just to lay here.”
“You’re no fun JC.” Justin pushed his lower lip out, giving JC that pouty look he was so good
at.
“Justin, how old are you again?” JC shot Justin an evil glare, as he grabbed his bag, and shoved
Justin out the door.
“What?” Justin glanced in JC’s direction.
“I asked how old you were again?”
“JC, you know that answer, I’m 18.” Justin was dumbfounded to why JC would be asking such a
question.
“Well then Justin, act that way.” JC opened the passenger side door to his car, and forced Justin
into the seat. “Now put your seatbelt on.”
Justin buckled his seatbelt, and stared down at the floor of the car.
JC climbed up into the seat next to Justin’s, shaking his head at the young boy.
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“Come on Skittles, we have to get this done before the other group gets here.” Misty and Mellie
were patiently tapping their feet as they waited for Skittles to sing the last few cords.
“There, I’m done. Play it back will ya Richard.” Skittles removed the head phones, and waited
for their music to fill the small sound studio.
Skeeto walked in and quickly shut the door behind her. She hummed along to the music, while
pulling up a stool next to Skittles.
“Sounds good girl. Is this Storm Clouds?” Skeeto leafed through the papers in front of her.
Skittles just mumbled a small yes.
“Skeeto, have you sung your part yet?” Misty could be heard through the speakers.
Skeeto looked up, and only shook her head.
“Come on girl, you promised you’d get your piece done before the day ended, our studio time
ends here really soon.” Mellie begin to lecture her.
“Mellie, stop now. I’m not ready to record my part yet. I’m working on something, it will come.
Besides that Lynn and Lou said I could take my time, so take that.” Skeeto pushed away from her
stool and walked into the booth, playfully shoving Mellie out of her way.
“Sara, I thought you were older then two. Didn’t someone tell me once that you were 18.”
“Mel if I wanted to hear it from you, I would have asked you to yell at me.” Skeeto flopped down
on the old couch.
“Come on Sara, you’re too old to act like this. What is so important about your piece that has to
wait until later?” Mellie looked at her sister with a motherly stare.
“Mellie, I’ll tell you when I have it finished. It’s not that important, I promise.” Skeeto grabbed a
near by magazine and quickly flipped through it. Mellie just sighed and went back to listening to
Skittles voice fill the whole room.
