I always like watching my brother and his band preform. I even liked the sound of the fans screaming, though I always ended up with a headache.

Now that it was my turn to take the stage, I wasn’t looking forward to it.

“C’mon, Rilee, smile,” My desperate bandmate tried to lift my mouth into a smile.

My brow furrowed.

“Give it up, Trent, she’s not a happy rockstar.” My brother advised him, shaking his head.

“This is my first time playing with you guys,” I grumbled. “What if they hate me?”

“They won’t!” Trent yelped. “You’re a better bass player than Jacob ever was… Or will be, for that matter.”

I frowned.

“Okay, Trent, go away,” my brother said.

“Thank you!” I whispered to him as Trent walked away.

“What’s your problem?” He asked, leaning against the wall.

“I don’t know,” I growled. “If I did, I would be happy right now.”

“Such a good mood,” He said.

“Rilee, we’re on!” Trent cried.

“Get. Out. There. Rilee.”

With one last glare, I scrambled onto the stage.