I woke up to my alarm clock, playing my favorite radio station. I hit the snooze button and looked at the clock. Seriously? It's only 6 A.M.? Ugh. I'm gonna kill Michael for setting our alarms so early. I groaned and got out of bed. After I brushed my teeth, I examined myself in the mirror. I was so tired, that I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. I yawned and gathered my long dark, brown hair to the top of my head and tied it into a messy bun. I tossed my gray hoodie into my laundry basket and slipped on a bright, neon green one before walking downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen and found Harper sitting at the kitchen island, brewing cups of coffee. Her short, blonde hair was kept out of her face with a headband. She stood with graceful posture. She was the most mature, considering she was the oldest, but she's surprisingly really childish when it's just the four of us and Michael isn't around. She stood at about 5'5", meaning she was the second tallest. I was the tallest, standing at 5'7". Rosie was 5'4" even though we were the same age, but I guess I would be considered pretty tall for my age. Lastly, Daniella was the shortest, standing at 5'2", and also the youngest.

"Morning," I said to Harper, as I sat down on the couch.

"Good morning, Bailey," she said, placing a cup of coffee in my hands.


"No problem." She smiled and walked over to pour milk and sugar in the rest of the cups. Her hazel eyes brightened up with excitement when there was a knock on the front door. She practically ran over to the door, but opened it quietly so she wouldn't wake the other two.

My older brother and our manager, Michael, walked into the house wearing dress pants and a button-up shirt. He may present himself as a business man, and he's really talented in what he does, but we all know that he's as immature as a 19 year-old. Don't let the professional clothing and suitcase, which is probably full of comic books, fool you.

He and Harper shared a kiss before he walked over to greet me. They've been secretly dating for about two years now. And by 'secretly,' I mean that no one knows but the three of us. Not even Dani or Rosie know. They're scared that if people were to find out about about their relationship, they would accuse Michael of showing Harper special treatment, leaving the other band he manages to be treated unequally. Yep, you heard me right. Band. As in singing, dancing, instrument playing, fame, fortune.. I think you have the idea by now.

Dani, Rosie, Harper, and I are in a band and my brother manages us, along with another band who works in the same company as us, Scraping Steady. I've never met them before, but they play instruments, unlike us. We're more of a singing and dancing pop/rock group. We started out by singing and dancing in talent shows and moved on to signing a contract with LYD Entertainment, a popular music label company that scouted us at one of the shows. Even though we've only debuted about four years ago, we've made it pretty far up on the charts.

Michael brought me out of my thoughts when he sat down on the couch next to me. "Hey, Bails." He ruffled my hair and took my coffee cup out of my hands.

"Hey, that's mine!" I grabbed it back from him. "Go get your own."

He grabbed the cup again. "How selfish, lil sis." One look, and you could tell that we were related. We both have the same gray eyes and slightly tan skin. The only real difference was that he had light brown hair and I had dark brown hair. Our mom was Asian and our dad was Caucasian. I don't remember my parents to well since they passed away a while ago, but they were said to both have been pretty tan, so I guess that explains the reason for why we're tan.

"You're kidding, right?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "You have no right to call me selfish. Remember who stole my sandwich in the third grade when he lost his on the bus?"

"You never let that down! It was years ago! Let it go."

"No, you let this go," I said, taking back my coffee cup from him.

"Alright, you two. Break it up," Harper said, putting a stop to our sibling dispute. "Hey, babe," she said to Michael, who was still trying to take my coffee away from me. "Why did you tell us to wake up so early?"

"Yeah," I said. "We didn't get home from practice until like, one in the morning yesterday."

"Oh right, I almost forgot!" He said. "I have big news for you guys. Go wake up the other two, squirt."

"You don't call me quirt, I'm the tallest in the group!" I said, standing up.

"Yeah, well I'm still taller than you, so you're considered short to me." Damn Michael and his 6'1" height. I was also told that our parents were both pretty tall too, which again explains our height.

"Fine," I said. "But no PDA while I'm gone."

"It's not considered PDA if no one's here." He winked at Harper who giggled. Gross. I faked a gag and went to wake up the other two.

Once we were all somewhat awake, the five of us gathered in the living room with a cup of coffee at hand to listen to Michael's big announcement. Michael and Harper sat on opposite couches so that they wouldn't get all goggly-eyed with each other. Rosie was sprawled out on the floor, twirling her blonde hair with multi-colored highlights with one finger, while texting with her free hand. I was sitting on the couch where Dani laid, her head on my lap, fighting off the need for sleep. Poor Dani. She's only fifteen and she hardly gets any sleep because of practices. Guess that's what you call living the rockstar life.

"So," Michael started. "You know the other group I manage, Scraping Steady?"

"The one with those four boys?" Rosie asked.

"Yeah, them."

"What about them?" Dani asked, yawning.

"Well, my boss told me that they don't write their own songs.." Michael said.

"Obviously," Rosie interrupted. "Like, they're guys. How can they write songs about like, love and stuff?"

"They can't," Michael answered. "Which is where you guys come in."

"What?" All of us, but Harper, said at the same time.

"My boss asked - more like told me, to convince you guys to teach them how to write their own songs. You know, since you guys actually write your own songs and all."

"How do we teach someone how to write a song?" I asked. "Plus, we haven't even met them before."

"How should I know?" He intelligently answered. "Use your imagination. And you'll get to meet them soon."

"Well, this isn't gonna be easy. You can't just force someone to feel a certain way and then write it down," Harper finally said. "But, I guess we can figure out a way somehow."

"Why do we have to do this?" Rosie complained.

"Because I believe that you guys can do it. Plus, if you don't do it, I'm not gonna be able to schedule any shows for them. Their fans aren't gonna want to listen to their same old songs over and over again," he answered. "Do it for the fans!"

"But, what does this have to do with us? We have our own fans already," Rosie said.

"If one band in the company goes down, we all go down."

"Fine. I mean, it can't be that hard, right?" I said.