I awoke to blackness once again…. However, this time the sun was still peeking over the horizon. I opened one eye, then the other. I could hear myself…. Rather, my body sleeping in the other bed beside me. I quickly sat up and literary jumped off the bed. I then rushed over to where my body lay. I tried tapping myself. No response. I then had a brilliant idea. I picked up my body. I had no idea how light my weight was. I carried my body in one hand and in the other; I grabbed a pair of drumsticks. Grinning from ear to ear, I placed my body right near the drum set that rested in a far corner of my star wars decorated nerd headquarters. I sat behind the drum set. I knew what I was about to do would wake the whole house up but oh well. I was not going to hear it right. I raised the drumsticks and did a quick beat. I made sure to emphasize every syllable so that the loudness would wake the whole house up. It is quite strange to play an instrument and not hear it. It is like writing when u has never held a pencil before. You were taught how to do it but u never actually experienced it. In my case, I had experienced it. However, I had; lost the pleasurable part of it. The sound. My pounding did some effect because I, that is my self on the floor, jumped up with his mouth open and his hands over his ears. He looked around. Then looked at him. He then stared at something on the bed. Connie lifted her head. She looked like a bomb went off in the room.

“What the hell?” she said. I could read her lips all the way over here.

“Uh…” B said in my Body. “Robert was playing the drums.”

“You are Robert you idiot!” Connie said. She looked at me. “That’s B!” she pointed at me with a fat finger. I smiled.

“Hi beast. Wow what happened to that skunk on your head? Did it grow?” she stared at me, then at B.

“That was good B!” she told me. “You play really well, just like Robert.”

“Ha!” I laughed. “That’s where I get it all from.” The weird thing was I felt my throat moving, along with my mouth moving the right way. However, no sound emanated from either… to me this was so boring! Imagine if the whole world were like this? The world would suck much more than it does now. Just then, John and my mom came rushing in the room. John looked almost Wight. In addition, my mom was pale.

“What happened? My mom’s mouth moved rapidly. “What happened Robert? We heard you scream!”

I started to answer but then I remembered I was B.

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t forget you have a very important job today.” John said to B. oh shit! The Job! A case! My mom stared at me.

“You were playing? Damn! You play really well! Just like Robert does.” If only they had known

I laughed once more. My mom turned to B.

“You ready for tonight? The big concert?”

B looked stunned.

“What big concert?”

“The one that you and Connie are going to help solve… I mean play in.

“Huh? B said. He looked at me.

“Can’t he go?” all three people laughed.

“Remember what we talked about yesterday?”

“I saw B hesitate for a minute than say “yes.”

“What? No sarcasm?” john said as he felt B’s forehead.

“I think we should Waite on “the concert” tonight”

“But why?” john said.

“I don’t know… I just think we should stay home…”

Yes! Trust that thought! That is not me! I am I!

“We will see… OK…”

“OK.” They left. Connie kept looking at me funny. Like she was in a movie and I am the person that said I am your father! She then crawled in bed. I saw B take something out of his pocket and look at it. He looked at my sparkling Diamond Ring with gold glitter on it that I was going to give to Connie.

“No!” I said sharply. “Give it to me.”

“But I will look after it for you Robert. Oh and is that what music is? That is so awesome… and you are really good.”

“Well no duh!” I said laughing. “I can’t hear and I play better than you. What a moron.”

He looked at the ring for some time now and I thought he was just admiring it.

“It’s great isn’t it? You know that that would be a great gift for a GF.” He stared at it some more.

“Yes it would… yes it would indeed…” Connie watched him walk out. She looked hurt. I went over and started to rub her shoulders.

“Please stop. Only Robert does that.”

“But I am Robert.” I said.

“Oh yaw right like I am supposed to believe that!”

“I am. Here I will prove it.” I started to kiss her. She pulled back fear in her eyes.

“Leave me alone you creep!” she spat in my eye and ran away.

B was so happy about the ring he found in his pocket. However, I did not know it at the time. After Robert tried to kiss me in B’s body, I flipped. I mean who would not. I followed B in Roberts’s body in the kitchen, then out the front door.

He trudged out in the street, and then started limping toward B’s house. When. When he reached there, he knocked and a short African American answered. I could have sworn, from what I saw hiding behind the tree in the front yard. That B was lapping it all up. He held out the Ring. She took it.

“This is from B.” I heard Roberts voice float over the lawn.

“Oh my god! This is beautiful!” she ecstatically hopped up and down in exaggerated happy motions. “Tell him thanks!”

“Ok. Sure I will.” I was pissed! As any woman would be if there man had just given up a ring as though it were an auction. He started limping to me. I popped out from behind my tree and tackled him. He rolled over and gasped.

“Connie?”

“That’s right you bastard! U gave my ring away didn’t you! I saw you Robert! Do you want me to fucking kick your ass? Because I sure as hell can!”

“But I am not Robert.” He said.

“What? Is this some game? Some sick minded game that you two made up?” I grabbed his arm to give him a serious beating, when I noticed that the same dagger was on his arm. The same dagger that that girl had on her hand last night. I looked at it closely. It was glowing.

“The stone did this. Didn’t it B?” he nodded. I helped him up.

“I am still going to kill you for that damn ring. Now c’mon. Let’s go tell Robert what a bad boy you have been.” Even though I really did not like holding hands with B. I just could not help it at all. He had Roberts blue eyes. Hell, he was in his body. In addition, because I like Robert so much… I held his hand all the way home…

A/N I am so damn mad. This chapter did not come out as good as I wanted it to, because I did not have a week to work on it. I usually work on a chapter for 2 weeks. I will redo this one as soon as I get a laptop.

TO CONNIE…. Can u do a version of this chapter and send it to me in a review? Thanks… I wonna get u involved in this story also and I do not think I did a good job on this chapter. So redo your version and let me know what U think.