- And who would I be, according to the great Aiden?

Aiden smiled. He watches me for a moment, before letting go :

- You...? Avril Lavigne I would say.

We're all laughing.

- With my greasy hair and my head? April? No offense, you're blind, Aiden.

The blonde explodes with laughter.

- It may also be the opposite...

I'm blushing heavily. Morgan mutters :

- If you could declare your love later, that would be cool.

- We declare ourselves nothing at all, Michael Jackson, sneers Aiden.

- Hey, calm down, Cobain...

- Yeah, pray that your Cobain doesn't put a bullet in his head for his twenty-seventh birthday, because otherwise, you'll have more time...

Aiden suddenly regains his seriousness, much to our dismay, Morgan and I. He takes out an old draft notebook from his backpack. Crumpled, some pages torn, seen from this angle, you wouldn't believe that this is one of the most precious treasures of our band, with Morgan's guitar, my drums, Aiden's piano, and the delicious voices of Adele and John.

- Do you know where Adele and John went? I asked after remembering these details.

- No idea, Morgan answers with a shrug. For John, it doesn't even surprise me. Since we met at your place, he hasn't been to once...

The window of my room opens on a pretty blonde. Rather tall, blue eyes, a real model's physique.

In short, my perfect opposite.

- Well, Aiden does, already, Gwen Stefani is present.

Adele laughs falsely.

- It's all very funny... And why Gwen Stefani?

I hasten to give her an answer.

- This is Kurt Cobain's great delirium, I say, pointing to our composer with my chin.

This time, the blonde is really laughing. Kurt, aka Aiden, lets out a long sigh.

- In the meantime, I can't make you read the lyrics if everyone is not present... Did you see John on the way in, Adele?

- Neither seen nor heard, she declares, shaking her golden curls.

Morgan throws herself on my bed.

- Believe me, if I had full power over this group, this jerk would have already been fired a long time ago!

- If you had fired him, we wouldn't have any male voices, and our music would not have the same effect, I noticed.

- In the meantime, our music, we can't even put it in shape, since this fool doesn't show up!

I suddenly hear the doorbell ringing. My eyes, like those of my other three friends, widen.

- Tell me that's not what I'm thinking about, please, I moaned.

- Oh yes, Adele confirms to me, the John cataclysm is present in this house...

I swear, and run to the front door, hoping to arrive before my mother to catch the cyclone that is my friend and prevent it from destroying everything in its path. In vain.

- Mrs. Grant! What a pleasure!

I observe the scene from the stairs. With a big smile on his thin lips, his hair dyed black in battle, as usual, and his eyes surrounded by too many sleepless nights, John Prits stands in the doorway.

- Oh the... I whispered when I saw him winking at my mother.

- Who are you? asks the latter, raising an eyebrow.

Please, John, shut up for once...

- Your daughter's boyfriend.

I let out a long sigh. My mother's face becomes more jovial.

- So my Eddy is hiding things from me... Come in, then! Do you want me to take you to his room?

His big stupid smile widens all the more.

He's going to say something stupid, he always makes that smile when preparing his bullshit.

- Oh, but it would be with pleasure, Mrs. Grant!

I rush at him.

- Oh, Johnny! I didn't expect to see you! What a nice surprise...

He hugs me, right in his role as a model boyfriend. I whisper in his ear :

- You're missing out on everything, you little prick.

My mother, thinking she was witnessing a splendid demonstration of love on the part of her daughter, smiled even more beautifully.

- Okay, I'll leave you, lovebirds... I'm going shopping, see you later, Eddy!

Joining the gesture to the word, she leaves the house by slamming the door.

- You're really too stupid! I exclaimed as soon as my mother left my field of vision. You almost got us spotted!

- So, already, hello. And yes, it's perfectly fine, how about you?

A slap leaves and, without me even realizing it, my hand ends up on his cheek.

- Wrong answer, it's not a good first impression, I withdraw a star. Watch out, soon you won't have any guests anymore at the Grant Hotel.

- Shut up, seriously. We've been waiting for you for an hour.

He shrugs his shoulders, his smile still glued to his lips.

- Okay... Are the others in your room?

- But no! I answer in the most mocking tone I can do. They are all waiting for us in the living room! My mom was so happy to see the four of you... She even made cookies for you!

At the mention of the word cookies, John's eyes widen. He raises his upturned nose to smell the air, trying to detect a biscuit smell. This moron didn't catch my irony...