Suddenly the lead guitarist spots you coming in. "What about that goth kid over there?" he asks. The rest of the band looks, and find you starring at the stage. "Hey kid," the guitarist says, but you suddenly turned to them. "Me?" You ask. "What are you doing here?" the drummer asks, and you pull out the blue letter from your mail.
"I got this in my mailbox, and it lead me here," You explain. "What's going on?" "Let me see that," the manager says. You give the woman the letter, and she takes a look. "Ah, looks like you got one of the invites we delivered," the manager explains. "Invite, for what?" You ask. "To join our band the "Flashing Satellites"," the guitarist answers. "We're just starting, and we need a lead singer. I'm Scott the lead guitarist. This is my twin sister, and bass player Patricia, and the guy on the far right is our drummer Tyrone."
"I don't know," You say. "I'm more of an art major, than a music major at my high school." "Oh it'll be nothing to worry about," the manager explains. "With that, my name is Violet. I am the manager of the "Flashing Satellites", and I will be judging how well you do." "Okay, so how does this work?" You ask. "Just get on the stage, and try to sing," Tyrone answers. You do as they explain, and get on stage, while grabbing the microphone on the pole. "Okay, let's see," You say silently. "What should I sing?"