chapter one

WHEN i first heard about the auditions to be the lead singer of the band 'bad idea' , i honestly wasn't interested. i mean, i love music, but there's a difference between loving to listen to music and loving to produce music. i am merely a listener. that is, until i found out that fred weasley was the electric guitarist. then, i was interested.

it is no secret that i have taken a certain liking to fred weasley. all of my friends tease me about it. (and when i say all of my friends, i mean richie and conan. so, yes, ALL of my friends.) i don't know what it is about him. i could have easily developed feelings for george. but i didn't. i guess it's because fred sits next to me in most of my classes. i have never talked to him, but i have heard him talk to other people. he's really kind. i don't really know, though. if i talk to him, it's a given that he won't act the same with me as the rest of his friends. he can end up being a real dick.

i check my phone for the hundredth time. fred is supposed to text me about how i did on my audition, but so far, no text. not from him, not from george, and not from lee. "nothing, yet?" moony, one of my dads, asks me as he flips a pancake. "no," i say, checking my phone again. "what if i didn't do good? what if i did so badly that he's not even texting?" "i doubt that," padfoot, another one of my dads, says and gives moony a quick peck on the lips. i smile. i've always admired my dads' relationship with one another. "i've heard you sing, jaz. it's really good." "but not good enough," i say and press on google. i search : 'how to get better at singing in a day'. there are 462,000,000 results. the first thing i see is a video. the title is 'how to sing better in five minutes.' perfect. i press on it, and put my volume on max. the man in the video starts talking about doing vocal exercises, and practicing how to hit notes, which i never knew about singing, so i just turn off my phone. "don't you wanna learn how to 'sing better'?" moony says, smirking at how easily i gave up. i sigh. "who knew singing was so complex? i thought people just sang what sounded good."