We were all sat forward in a small circle, trying to look at the sheet of music. Robin was tweaking the lyrics and Kyle was trying to fix some of the bass line chords but couldn't seem to find anything wrong with them. I had a flick through the lead guitar chords. I had to fix the riff because it was just awful and change certain chords around.
I noticed Kyle blush every time our eyes met by accident, or our skin brushed and I smiled to myself. Robin didn't seem to notice anything at all, just getting on with fixing notes and lyrics.
When Kyle and I had finished, I sat back and waited for Robin to finish her editing. She finally completed her task and let loose a relieved sigh.
"We should come up with names," I suggested.
"Like what?" Robin asked, obviously still not liking me.
"I don't know; childhood nicknames or something. When I was in school, everyone used to call me 'JJ', even my teachers, and my parents hated it, so it stuck. What about you guys?"
"Rollar," said Robin. "Kyle, what about you?"
"What? Uh, I don't know," he said, blushing once again. He was so cute when he blushed.
"Well, we can decide later or something," Robin said. "So, are we going to practise?"
"I didn't bring my guitar; I left it in my hotel room. If you want, I can drive us back and we can practise there. Kyle, did you bring your guitar?" I asked.
He looked up at me with eyes as if he'd been caught in a pair of headlights. "Yes," he said.
"We could do that," I said.
Robin didn't seem very happy with the idea of going back to my hotel room, but she eventually consented to it and within minutes, we were leaving the office, Kyle with his guitar in its case, and heading downstairs to the underground car park. I lead them to my car and they both stood there, mouths hanging wide open.
"You have a brand new Mercedes," was the first thing Robin said, staring at the black supercar.
"Mercedes-Benz E63 AMG," I elaborated.
"How?" she asked.
I shrugged. "It was a Christmas present from my parents."
She looked at me as if I was completely crazy, or rather, as if my parents were completely crazy - which they were. I got in, Robin took shotgun and Kyle got in the back after putting his guitar in the boot. I pulled out of the car park and started towards the hotel.
"You should really put your seatbelt on," Robin said as we turned onto the busy road.
I rolled my eyes but did as she said with one hand and carried on steering with the other.
"How did you pass your driving test?" she muttered.
"With a lot of bribery on my parents' behalf," I informed her.