Ryder's P.O.V

I have a black guitar around my neck and a microphone in front of me, today is the day I have to show people my hidden talent, Carmella, Keke, and Kevin are all here to support me. "I don't know if I should do this Carmella." I say, she looks at me "it'll be okay. I believe in you, I mean your a great singer." She says, "yeah but do I have to do this?" I ask, "no," "really?!"

I ask exited, "no. You do, you lost so now you're going to have to do what I've told you to. It's now or never." She says, I glare at her as she walks into the crowd. I let out my nerves and then let out a deep breath. Then start playing my guitar and doing a cover of 'Baby Came Home by The Neighbourhood.'

"Baby came home today
Told me to stay away
She told me her man was afraid,
Told me i better behave,
Baby just came back around,
Told me she's leaving this town,
Said she needs time to explore,
She said I can't love her no more

Thinking about her
She's gone all the time
I think if you found her
That even you would know...

So baby packed up all she had,
Promised to never come back,
She left me alone and without,
Skin i could study about,
Tiles get colder to touch,
Wood splinters, metal will rust,
But baby, she had all my trust,
And I guess that was never enough

Thinking about her
She's gone all the time
I think if you found her
That even you would know she's mine.

(Whoa, oh oh. You know that she's mine, ooh.
Baby came home today
Told me to stay away
Told me her man was afraid
Told me I better behave)

(Oh, no no, I'm)

Thinkin' about her
She's gone all the time
I think if you found her
That even you would know she's mine
She's mine
That girl is mine, she's mine, oh."

 I end the song and let out a long breath and the sixteen people who stood there not including Carmella and them all cheer and a few come up complimenting me or getting a picture or signature. "Oh my gosh, you sound like a combination of Jesse Rutherford and black bear, but then you have this really smooth whispery husk voice." Some redhead says to me as I sign her wrist in a blue 'Sharpie'.

"So what's your name?" She asks, "Ryder, Ryder Rhodet."

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Two months later (May)

Today I have another performance, I've gained many more followers on 'Instagram' and 'Snapchat'. All because of me losing a game to Carmella. I go to my car and set my guitar in the trunk, and a bag for a change of clothes and some snacks in it too.

I close the trunk and wrap around the car sitting behind the wheel and start the car to honk the horn. Minutes later Carmella comes out in her light mauve maxi skirt and white flowery off the shoulder crop top. And some tan heels and flawless light make up, she sits in the front with me and puts her seatbelt on and purse on the floor.

"You ready?" I ask, she nods and I drive away from our house heading to a beach that I can preform at. The songs switch around until Carmella finds one that fills the car with it's base. "Are you nervous?" She asks me, "nervited." I correct, she laughs and rolls down a window letting the air flow through. "But hey, your slowly driving on the road to fame." "Yay." I say sarcastically.

"You don't have to be such a jerk about it." She mumbles, "I'm not, I just didn't care to be famous. I mean I didn't even want anyone to know about my hidden talent to be honest. It's like in a way you forced me into it." "But I didn't, you lost to a bet and had to- oh I see what you mean." She says

"Yah, exactly. It's whatever, it's sorta cool, and we'll see how it goes." I say to her. Hoping she won't feel as hurt or bad about the situation she put me in. We ride down a steep like road as I carefully glide along hoping not to speed the car up and crash or hit somone.

Luckily, I make it to the bottom without doing either of the two. But to just keep going to my destination. "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Yah sure." I say to Carmella. "Um if and or when you become famous. Let's be sure to still have this romantic silly relationship and not let rumors destroy it. I mean not like I don't trust you in all, cause I do it's just that I know how people can get. Or how rumors will spread because what, people hate on you because a talent got you famous. But also, I know you'll get money but I don't wanna live in a mansion and be these overly rich petty people, I wanna live like we are now. Just you having fans and fame and us having money. That's all, so promise me that we or you won't change when you become famous is what I'm trying to get at."

"Well, I see what your getting at I do. And I can't promise that but I can try to make sure of it. But the world is so horrible and it can take the wheel and drive us to hell. But I can try." I say. "Okay thanks. Anyway on a less serious topic...how come you havn't thought of making a band out of all of this?" She asks. "Well, I don't know. The idea of course is cool, but then it seems more difficult and somone may leave and you have to find somone else. Plus I need auditions to form one. It's it's, it's just difficult it seems. But I can try to consider it." I say.

She nods, "okay. Now a not at all serious topic will be nice." I say, she nods and looks out the window. "Like, how's that cooking thing going?" I ask, she rolls her eyes. "Um well horrible. I don't to do any of that anymore. I wanna be like I don't know, something more." She says, "and this is serious." "I was hoping that it wouldn't be." I say shifting in my seat as I look at her. "Hey it's fine, you didn't know, and I'm glad you do now." "Yah, me too."
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As I am about to start my third song somone walks up and holds out a hand, I shake it and smile. "Hi, I heard your music and I have to say I love it. Some nice vocals kid. What's your name?" "Um Ryder Rhodet and thanks for the comment." I say to him, "tell me would you like to make your own band. I have a drummer and another guitarist and bass they can all help. I have a feeling all of you young men could be great with a CD." He says, "oh. Actually I was talking about that with my girlfriend today, well if I can meet them and see what they sound like that would be great." I say, he smiles. "Alright sounds good. How about tommorow at three thirty?" He asks.

"Uh okay, sounds good." I say, he nods and waves. "Alright see you then." He says before leaving. I smile to myself and run to Carmella to tell her the first positive news of the day.

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I walk into a room to see three guys. They are in stylish but ripped and rebel like clothes. All dark ripped jeans, leather jackets, colored beanies, and leather boots. I shake some hands and greet myself to them, then we all sit and talk making some deals.

After an hour I decide to make a band, what they were wearing is supposed to be our band gear supposedly. Which I for one was okay with, and them I believe as well. We left the building with our band name being,

'Th3 D3adr0ses'

And since we met at 3:30 we put it in our name.