**later that night at dinner**
Miles's P.O.V

"Miles can you pass the salt," Frank asks.

I quickly turn to Frank with a questionable look on my face. "What do you need salt for were eating taco," I ask.

He shrugs and says, "maybe tacos taste good with salt, I don't  know-." After that Frank just started mumbling random stuff.

"Guys..." Gerard whispered telling us we should tell her now. "Sylvia, we're the band MyEnd," I say. Sylvia nodded but didn't seem to realise what I said until a minute later. Her eyes widened as she look at all of us. "I err ehhh umm," She seemed to be at a loss of words. The next thing that happened was a small smile. "Wow," she whispered shocked.

"We were wondering if you would like to come with us on tour," Gerard asks.

She nodded and says, "sure, sounds like fun." We all smiled and continued on with out night.