Josh sat down on a chair across from Tyler's. Because he was so fantasized by Josh's appearance, Tyler had to say something about it.

"You are a good looking guy." He said.

"Do you really think so?" Josh asked. "I always thought I looked so bleached."

"Why would you say that? You're skin color looks fine."

"It's just..I've been teased and bullied in high school and kids would say I looked bleached skinned. I know what they say is uncalled for. But I truly believe they are right."

"You're skin color is beautiful." Tyler replied. "I don't care if it's bleached or not."

Josh blushed. His cheeks turned reddish pink. He shrugged his shoulders; leaving his head back.

"You're too kind." He said. "I don't know why you're being so nice to me, we've just met."

Tyler leaned closer to him.

"You belong to me now." Tyler said. "You're the only one who can handle the drums and I'm the only one who can strum the ukulele and press the keys on the piano. And since I can't find a basest, I'll have to teach myself. I don't know who we can run this band, but we have to work together."

Josh nodded.

"I'll do my best. Although, it may be hard."

"What do you mean?" Tyler asked.

"I have a long history of anxiety problems, and I'm probably the most shyest person ever. I don't know how I can handle this."

Tyler put his hand in Josh's hand.

"How about this." He said. "In return for your effort in this band, I will protect you, and love you till my dying breath."

"Tyler, you love me?" Josh asked.

"You're my new friend. Friends deserve love."

Josh smiled.

"And in return for helping me, I will do the same for you." He said.

Tyler shook his hand.

"Deal."