A/N: So as I said before I'm going to be rewriting/editing the chapters I've already published, and here is the beginning of all that. With the start of a new season and the end of my hiatus I really want to give this story a fresh start, to actually take some time, to let you all understand the characters better, and to just give you guys a better story all around. :) (I also may be taking some of the previous chapters down over time, but I want to start working on the new ones before I get too far ahead of myself.) Thank you again for staying with me through all of this, I don't think I can tell you just how much it means to me.

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"Alright, class, take out your notes and turn to page 239 of your textbooks." My nasally voiced teacher says with a bored sigh, and I find myself already zoning out. My thoughts wander for a bit before they start coming up with a song, and before I realize it I'm tapping my foot to my imaginary beat and writing down lyrics in my notebook.

"Miss Parker, your attention, please." Ms. James shouts from the front of the room, her harsh gaze fixated on me.

I can't help but shiver under her gaze as I reply, "Yes, ma'am." She doesn't look convinced, but continues on with her lesson anyways. I mentally groan as I shrink back into my seat, this is the only class period I have without any of my friends. They all got to take Mrs. Cartwright's class, and I had the horrendous luck of being in Ms. James's, who isn't exactly known for her riveting presentation of the material or her cheery attitude. This would be an impossible reputation, seeing as how she has lacks both of these 'good teacher qualities.'

The minutes drag by and as it does I convince myself listening to an hour of nails scratching a chalkboard would be preferred to listening to Ms. James's voice. I swear, she has time slowing technology hidden in these walls, because it's almost stopped in here. The bell rings and everyone, myself included, makes a run for the door each of us sighing in relief when we reach the cramped hallway. I take a deep breath. "One more hour that I'm free at last." I tell myself as I manipulate my way through the sea of people.

"ANDY! WAIT UP!" A voice rings through the packed school hallway, as a head of bright red hair bobs up and down.

"Hey, Skylar." I say as my best friend catches up to me, almost panting for breath. "You okay? You seem a little bit worn down, I thought with all the drumming you do you'd be able to make it through the school hallways without running out of breath." I say jokingly, which earn me a glare.

"I'm short! It takes more work for me to make it through the herd of giants, plus you practically run wherever you go." Sky tells me as a matter of fact.

"I do not 'practically run wherever I go'!" I try to argue back. Sky doesn't reply, just raises an eyebrow and keeps walking. I know it's no use arguing with her so I catch up with her and change the subject. "Whatever, where are the guys?"

"Mrs. Cartwright wanted to talk to them, I'm pretty sure it's just to lecture them about having a paper-wad basketball competition during class." I laugh and roll my eyes, they can be real idiots some times. "They told me it would probably be only a few minutes, and they'll catch up to us at study hall."

"Alright, let me just stop by my locker and we can head over." I tell Skylar, who nods as we turn down yet another hallway, stopping at my locker. I start to spin my combination in as Skylar leans against the lockers to wait for me. I quickly toss my books in, leaving the ones I don't need and shoving the rest into my backpack, which I toss over my shoulder and we head off to our next period. As we walk I can't help but notice an extra bounce in Skylar's step. "What's got you in such a good mood?" I question as she begins to hum.

"What do you mean?" She asks playing dumb. I return the same raised eyebrow look she gave me earlier as we walk. "I'll tell you once the guys get here. Let's just get to class before we're late." I sigh, nodding as we pick up our pace to the library.

We make it inside just as the bell rings, and quickly make our way over to our usual table.  Skylar and I sit down, and I look at her expectantly. "So are you going to tell me now?"

"The boys aren't here yet..." As if on cue the library door opens, and three clamoring boys walk in, hand a pass to the class supervisor and joining us at the table.

I give them a look of disapproval as I say, "A paper-wad basketball game, really?" As I talk they look down at the table and shrink in their seats, Skylar does her best to conceal her laughter, especially as I continue talking. "What were you thinking? Having a game without me?" I say with mock hurt, the boys look up and we all begin laughing, which gains us an angry "shhh" from the class advisor. Once we recover and finally quiet down, I turn to Skylar. "They're here now, so what were you waiting to tell everyone?"

"What news?" Matt asks, looking around at everyone.

"Well, you guys know how my parents have a place in the Hampton's?" Skylar asks, we all nod knowing exactly which house she's referring to, we've spent quite a few summers there with Skylar and her parents. "My parents said you guys could come with us again this summer, and my mom is going to see if she can get our band on the audition list for the summer benefit concert!" I almost miss the last few words of what she said, partially due to my shock, and the rest caused by her squealing. Skylar's parents are pretty rich, and every summer they help to sponsor a huge benefit, which practically all of the successful and elite attend. Let's just say that it's very hard to get a chance for a band to audition for the event.

"Are you serious?" Damian asks the question we're all thinking.

"Completely." She said with a huge smile, which only slightly shrinks with her next words. "Although, we wouldn't be able to play all of our usual stuff. We would have to play only songs the event planners approve of...."

Luke interrupts her before she ramble on too much. "Skylar, I think we could handle that. I mean if we make it we'll be playing in front of the people who could make our dream happen."

"It's a once in a lifetime opportunity." I say, to which everyone nods in agreement with. We continue on the subject for a little while before we start talking about other things. Time flies by as we joke around, even while we finish up school work. The bell rings signaling the end of the day, we gather up our stuff, and head out.

"Are we having a band meeting tonight?" Damian asks on our way out the front doors.

"Sure, it's not like I have anything else to do on the Friday night before exam week." Matt says, before commenting, "Well, other than studying, but I really don't feel like doing that."

We all laugh and agree. "Whose place?" Luke asks.

"I think it's my turn. Let me just check in with my mom to be sure it's okay."

"What are you talking about? Band mom loves having us over." Matt says, swinging his arm over my shoulder. "If she says no, tell her I'll bring Mario's for her, that always convinces her."

"Um... Matt, I think you're referring to Andy." Damian says with bit of a laugh.

"Yeah, but Band Mom is related to Andy, which automatically means she loves pizza."

I just shake my head and laugh at Matt's unique thought process. My phone vibrates, and I look down to see my mother's reply. Mom: That's alright with me. I'm working late tonight anyways, so have fun. Left money on the counter for food, call me if you need anything :) "She's said it's alright."

"Awesome! Told you she'd be cool with it, and I didn't even have to mention pizza." Matt says with a dorky smile. "I'll see you at your place in a bit, Andy."

"Us, too." Damian and Skylar say joining Matt as they start heading home. Luke and I stand on the curbside, waiting to catch a taxi, like we do everyday, after all, our apartments are only a block away from each other.

We finally catch a taxi, and we ride the rest of the way in silence. "Mind if I come with you?" Luke asks as we pull up to my building.

"No, I don't mind. Come on up." I tell him, as I pass the taxi driver our fare.

"Hey! It was my turn to pay the fare." Luke tells me as we walk into my building and up the elevator.

"Don't worry about it. It's not that big of a deal."

"At least let me pay you back." He says trying to hand me the money, but I just refuse it. "Fine, than I'm getting the pizza." I just roll my eyes at him, there's no point in arguing, we're both stubborn people and neither of us would give in.

We get in the apartment, and Luke instantly makes himself at home. "I'm going to go change, I'll be right back." I yell to Luke as I head up the stairs. I quickly change into one of my band tees and yoga pants before heading back downstairs.

I walk down the stairs and grab the money my mom left off of the counter. I speed dial my favorite pizza place, (because who doesn't have their favorite pizza place on speed dial?) which is luckily just down the street. It rings a few times before a familiar voice rings, "Hello! Mario's Pizza!"

"Hey, Mario." I say in a friendly tone.

"Andy!" Mario shouts almost making me drop my phone, which is a usual volume for Mario.

"Yes, it's me. I was just wanting to order the usual."

"Sure thing , Andy! Anything for my favorite customer." I can just picture Mario right now standing in his shop, giving with a cheesy grin on his face.

"Thank you! Luke should be by to pick it up soon."

"Alright! I have ready when your friend come by." Mario says, ending the call as he begins to shout the order to his employees.

Yeah, I know what you're probably thinking. "Does she really order pizza so often that they know her name and order?" The answer to that is 1,000,000% yes. I sit myself on a bar stool in front of the counter, setting down my phone as I open up my laptop. Might as well, the pizza shouldn't be ready for a little while. "I called Mario, he said it'll ready in a little bit." I shout over to Luke.

"Okay, I'll go ahead and head over to wait and pick it up then." He replies as he starts to head out the door.

I nod and wave as I open up my laptop an begin to go through my usually routine, basically just browsing Twitter, checking our sound cloud and YouTube accounts. There are a lot of really sweet comments on our latest cover, "Sugar, We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy. I'm in the middle of replying to some comments when a ringtone spills through my laptop speakers.

I curiously look to see that I'm receiving a Skype call. I open the app to see who it is. I look at the username and instantly accept the call. "Hello? Andy? You there?" A familiar voice asks.

"Yeah, I'm here. Hold on one second. I'll remove the tape the camera." I reply peeling off the tape. I watch the screen and see his face light up once the camera has a view. "Hey, Mason." I almost whisper waving at the camera, still finding it hard to believe he's actually there.

"Hey, Andy. Gosh, it's been far too long since I got to see you, even through a computer. I miss you." Mason, my twin brother, says.

"I miss you too! How long has it been? What about eight months since we were last able to talk?" I ask, in a short explanation it's really hard for us to talk often. One reason being our dad, who absolutely hates me; the other is the time differences and busy schedules.

"Yeah, just about, and as I said too long. So..." He says his voice trailing into a silence. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. You?" I ask, we spend a long time like that, just talking catching up on what has happened in these long months, and doing our best to avoid any touchy subjects.

We talk for a few minutes before, Mason changes the topic. "I have a question. How's your end of the deal coming?" He says obviously doing his best to tread lightly.

"It's going well. I've got a band with some old friends, and a few I've made over the years. You can look us up.... Go to YouTube or Soundcloud and type in 'Tidal Wave'."

I watch as he opens up a browser, stopping mid keystroke. "Wait... Why is it Tidal Wave?"

I just nod my head. "Don't bother asking why we call ourselves that because it's a long story."

Mason chuckles as he shakes his head, continuing to type in our band. I wait as he plays a few of our covers, intently watching his face for a reaction. "So... What do you think?" I ask hopefully.

"Honestly?" He asks raising an eyebrow. "You guys are really good, and I'm not saying this as your twin brother, but as a professional. Who listens to big time people everyday and says you have more raw talent than quite a few bands out there."

"Um... Pardon the interruption but... What?! Did I just hear that right?" I hear someone shout from behind me. Great, what am I doing to do about this?

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A/N: There's the new chapter I hope you liked it! As I said before, I'll probably be taking down the previous chapters once I start getting a few of the new ones up.

I'm really excited to have a fresh start with this story, and I just wanted to let you guys know a few things about this story:

First of all, NO SMUT.

Secondly, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the story, who you picture as the characters, anything. I'm so thankful that you're reading this right now, and what you as the reader has to say matters to me, so NEVER be afraid to post a comment or send me a message.

I hope you're having a wonderful day, and enjoyed the chapter!

Stay awesome. Xx