Our next practice was Tuesday, and Julie and I walked to Mark’s house from school hand in hand. When we got to the garage that was serving as our practice pad, David looked between Julie and me and grinned. “So you two finally hooked up, huh?” He asked with a grin.



“How was your date, Kazrack?” I shot back with a mischievous grin.



“What da-” David began before stopping short. “Oh, you mean

“Alright, guys, let’s take a break!” Mark shouted. He was the lead guitarist and lead male singer of our band. His birth name was Markus, but his stage name was Dante. He was roughly six foot-three and had jet black hair with eyes nearly just as dark. His body was well toned and bulged from under his black t-shirt. His skin was tan, a true Mexican by any standards.



“Sweet!” Julie shouted. She