“Preforming with you guys?” I asked. Nick’s face got pale.
“You don’t want to?” he asked. I shook my head.
“I’d love to, but, I have stage fright and I haven’t picked up a guitar in years,”. I was musically evolved. I was in the choir and I played guitar. But, that was years ago. And during the summer, I really didn’t care about anything but fun.
“I’ll teach you to play,” said Nick. He was too sweet.
“And you’ll sing back up vocals!” blurted Kevin. I nodded my head. This was over-whelming.
“How long do we have?” I asked. Kevin counted with his fingers.
“About a week,”.
“Cool,” I said. I felt my face get pale. I was going to make a fool of myself and even more important I was going to mess up a Jonas Brother concert. Everyone would hate me. What if I forgot the lyrics? What if I played the wrong note? What if my microphone tipped over? What if my voice was horrible? What if I couldn’t learn to play guitar in a week? Those were the questions that haunted me.