The fourth thing I learn about Jay Myung is that reality bends to his will.

The day that we load up our U-Haul and move across the country, I get a phone call from a booker in Los Angeles. Apparently she had been speaking with my dad, and she already has our first gig set up at a showcase. It's okay if we play cover material there, but I know we'll want to get more original work written. When we arrive, Jay and I go for a walk while the others move things in. There's something about Jay's body that makes him very lightweight, which makes sense because he's literally a ghost. He can't hold anything heavier than his bass, which means no unpacking. As we walk, we meet our new neighbors, and one of them knows a guy who has a music studio. I can't tell if it's Jay or the Hatboxes who get us in, but we even get some discounted studio time to ourselves.

August's parents are so mad that he ditched out of college that they basically disown him. "Let them," he says when he finds out. "They're going to anyway." I have no clue what he means, but whatever. I'm sure I'll find out later.

Thankfully my dad is still of some help, and with his contacts and with Jay's good luck, we somehow find a gig to play every other week. Amber gets a sweet part-time gig at a record shop, and the rest of us keep busy. Since August's charisma is the highest, he's the one who goes around shopping our first demo to every record label around. They all pass on us, and August wonders what we're doing wrong until I suggest he take Jay with him. Suddenly, everybody wants to sign us.

And, oh boy, do they sign us. Amber manages our MySpace profile, as well as for a newer site called Facebook. We're one of the first bands on Facebook to get ten thousand likes, then a hundred thousand. Fanpages start popping up, giving reviews of our concerts in L.A. and posting pictures. Some kids even start shipping us together, which I don't pay attention to but I think is hysterical.

With August's charisma and Amber's social media prowess, we debut in the summer of 2007, a year after we move to Los Angeles. Nobody moves this fast. This isn't reality, and honestly, I'm not convinced it really is. I think reality ended the day I woke up on the roof of Curling Blue High and Jaewon -- Jay -- was there waiting for me. I'm convinced he's the reason for our success, and I'm probably right.

The next five years are the biggest blur of my entire life. Since we are a band where everybody plays their own instruments, we're riding on the success of other bands like us, such as Nickelback and OneRepublic. Our sound makes a cohesive unit for radio stations, so we're easy to promote. On top of that, with me now being the frontman, there's a certain edge of girl power to what we play. We get compared to Paramore, with a little bit of Vanessa Carlton thrown in.

We go back to Curling Blue High School, five years after our famous homecoming dance crash concert, and play their homecoming. When Principal Ankrum introduces our band, she mentions how the former bassist, Jaewon Wright, passed away at the end of his senior year, and welcomes Jay Myung to Curling Blue. Jay is a bit better at the whole remembering thing now; he looks at me and smiles.

Time passes by in a flash. Jay gets really good at writing music and starts writing for every diva from Leona Lewis to Britney Spears. Amber becomes an LGBTQ icon. J.P. stays quiet as ever, but he starts this YouTube channel about a small town boy making it big, and this humble football kid suddenly has ten million subscribers.

But it's August who really comes out of his shell. It doesn't surprise me when he starts modeling, or when he starts up his own Twitter page and posts all of these avant garde fashions. That's always been who August is. And then he sits down with the band one night and confesses something that he hasn't known how to put a name to yet, and we understand in an instant. If Jay can emerge from the darkest of places anew, so can August. We make an announcement in September of 2011, and that December, Augustina Davidson is one of the first transgender models to grace the cover of Vogue.

Our popularity understandably wanes after that. People aren't ready for a transgender woman in a band anymore than they are ready for a ghost. They will be, and we vote to reform once they are, but we've all kind of got our own thing going on anyway. J.P. has been talking with a girl from home, and they want to get married and settle down for a bit back in Curling Blue. And Amber? Well, turns out she always knew something was odd about the crazy kid formerly known as August. She just didn't realize it was attraction until things changed. One day, she shows up at my house and announces that she's pregnant, and it's Tina's, and nothing surprises me anymore.

They agree to get married in the Biggest Gay Wedding that anybody has ever seen, and they want to stay in Los Angeles. And it is the Biggest Gayest Wedding in the history of pretty much ever. Tina looks fantastic in her dress, and to be honest, she looks so much happier than she ever did in high school. Everybody bugs me during the wedding about when Jay and I are gonna get married, but to be honest, I'm not sure I want to. I don't need a fancy piece of paper and a contract to tell me what I already know: Jay's mine. That might seem possessive, but our relationship is literally different than everybody else's around the world. And I'm okay with that.

It's just Jay and me in our apartment after everything settles down. Walking On Starlight's hiatus is officially on. Everybody else has their happy ending, and this is happy for me, but I still feel like there's something I could be doing. I have this urge to teach piano lessons or something, to pass on what I've learned to new generations. I talk to Jay about it, and he makes a good point: while I know a lot about music, he knows a lot about life, and the stress people can be under. What if we opened a music school?

It's literally the next day, when I'm flipping through the channels on TV, that I stop on the news. There's a new mall being built on the Ocean Front Walk, and the anchors are talking about how it's going to double as an entertainment complex. There will be places to perform, and practice rooms, where artists can learn the ins and outs of the industry in a safe place.

I poke Jay. "Hey, what do you think about this? Ready for a new adventure?"

He watches the TV for a moment, then grins. "Perfect."