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Six months earlier

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The beat of the song ran through each of the four boys's bodies as they played their instruments in harmony, all of them smiling widely as they bopped their heads up and down happily. The song they played was one of their many originals, which they had stayed up for countless hours a few months ago writing. It turned out perfect in their opinions. It even got played on the radio a couple times.

If you don't swim, you'll drown. But don't move, honey.

The lead singer finished the songs first verse into the microphone, while strumming his white guitar that matched his white dyed hair. He wore all black- ripped jeans and a tank top. His skin was nearly as pale as snow, even in the scorching hot weather they were living in at the moment, due to it being the middle of summer. As his soft, pink lips moved as he sang, his black lip piercing went the same direction as them. He was slim and tall. His blue eyes were full of life as he smirked with delight. Jack loved music. Especially the kind he makes with his best friends. He wanted the world to hear their songs. He wanted to be seen by millions of people who enjoyed listening to the songs they created. It was his one and only wish.

You look so perfect standing there, in my American Apparel underwear, and I know now, that I'm so down. Your lipstick stain is a work of art, I got your name tattooed in an arrow-heart. And I know now, that I'm so down. Hey!

Along with Jack, one of his fellow band mates and best friends joined in with him during the chorus, singing with all his might. He was a fairly tall brunette with chocolate brown eyes that any girl could manage to fall into. His arms were quite muscular, slightly bigger than Jacks, showing he worked out at least a few times a week. He wore a white and red checked shirt that has the sleeves cut off and a pair of black jeans. His chin was covered in a goatee and he grinned as he played his guitar to the beat of the song. Flynn had played the guitar for as long as he could remember. His dad used to give him lessons when he was young, before he died a few years later. Flynn has always wanted to get out there with music, for people to listen to it and dance. He wanted to make his old-man proud.

Let's get out, let's get out. 'Cause this deadbeat town's only here just to keep us down. While I was out, I found myself alone just thinking, if I showed up with a plane ticket, and a shiny diamond ring with your name on it- Would you wanna run away too? 'Cause all I really wanna is you.

Across from Flynn, a muscular blonde boy sang the next verse into his own microphone as he strummed his bass guitar along to the song. His chest was buffed out and some of his hair fell over his forehead, floppily. He had huge blue eyes and rosy cheeks. He wore a black tank top, black jeans and a flannel was tied around his waist. He smiled widely as he jumped around, fist bumping Jack in the process. Kristoff was always a cheery type of person. He was sort of like the life of the group, the light at the end of the tunnel if something ever went wrong. He managed to make everyone happy, even at the worst of times. That was what made him so unique and loveable. Music had been his passion since he was 13 years old, when his mother bought him his first guitar for his birthday. His three best friends got so jealous that he had gotten such an amazing present that they begged their parents to buy them instruments too.

You looks so perfect standing there, in my American Apparel underwear, and I know now, that I'm so down. Your lipstick stain is a work of art, I got your name tattooed in an arrow-heart. And I know now, that I'm so down. Hey!

As the second chorus came, the drummer of the band bashed his drumsticks hard onto the many sets in front of him. His brown hair, which had a few braids at the bottom of it, bumped up and down as he banged his head from side to side, widely. His forest green eyes sparked with passion as the song was coming to a finish. He wore a black tank top that had the American flag on the back of it, and ripped blue jeans.A few minor hairs were on his chin, meaning he hadn't shaved today. The tiny scar he had gotten when he was a baby could also be seen on his chin. Hiccup adored drumming. It was his source of freedom. His way of forgetting everything. Music was his life. The band was his life. He couldn't imagine himself without his best friends and their songs.

The song came to an end, and the four teens let out loud breaths before laughing with delight, and turning to one another. They high- fived and cheered as Jack, Flynn and Kris set down their guitars. Hiccup fell back onto the couch that was located in the corner of Kristoffs garage, that his parents let them use to rehearse in on the weekends and when they were away on business trips. Jack, in three big strides, got to the other side of the garage, opening up the mini fridge and grabbing a soda from it.

"Pass me one, dude." Flynn inquired to the white haired boy, lifting up his hand. Jack took another and passed it to Flynn, who almost instantly clicked it open and downed the whole thing in under a minute.Kristoff laughed, lounging next to Hiccup on the couch.

"Well, someone's thirsty." The blonde grinned, gaining a chuckle from Hiccup, who was tapping his drumsticks on his knees. Flynn rolled his eyes.

"Don't make fun of me! It's like 1000 degrees out today!" He exaggerated, hanging his head back.

"Don't be such a baby, man." Hiccup laughed, Jack joining in. The garage door was left open as the sun shone in on the four. A little girl walked by the house with her dog, and smiled at them before continuing her way down the street.

Kristoff's phone buzzed from his jean pocket, and he took it out quickly to check who had texted him. After reading the text he had received, he looked up to his friends.

"Who texted?" Jack asked, taking another sip of his soda.

"North. He says he has really important information for us." Kristoff shrugged. "He didn't say what, only that he's on his way over right now."

Almost on cue, a sleek black jeep pulled up outside the garage, and moments after, a huge white haired man stepped out, wearing a red shirt and blue jeans. A long and wide smile was plastered over his face. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses over his eyes, and took them off with excitement.

"This is it!" He cheered. "Boy, have I got news for you all!" He approached them more, and once coming closer to them, patted Jacks shoulder happily, nearly knocking the poor boy over.

"What's up with you?" Flynn asked, confused.

"I just received word from the producers of the MTV Music Awards," He replied, still smiling. "You four have been invited to attend the show, and have been nominated for Best Upcoming Musicians!" Hiccup jumped from where he sat with disbelief, his eyes wider than ever, followed by Kristoff doing the same. Jack spat out the soda that was in his mouth while Flynn gasped.

"No way!" They all exclaimed in unison. North nodded his head with anticipation.

"The show's in one week so you better start preparing! All the biggest stars will be there and you need to make a good first impression. This is gonna be great! Great I tell you!" North chirped, reaching into his jean pocket and taking out four invitations to the show, handing them over to the band.

"I can't believe this! I thought no one even listened to our music." Hiccup breathed out with a smile.

Jack smirked, ruffling Hiccups brown hair. "Alright boys, here comes our big break."