"Hey! Long time no see!" Your Uncle Martin greets you enthusiastically as you finally step foot into his recording studio for an actual session and not just to visit as you used to as a child. He is a kind man with balding red hair and too many freckles to be able to distinguish each one. His nose is a little crooked, and his brows overly-bushy.

"Yeah. Sorry about that." You smile, and he instantly pulls you into a tight hug. You awkwardly pat his back in return. He wasn't lying when he said 'long time no see'. It has been years since you've last spoken, and you'd stopped after your parents and his side of the family had gotten into a pretty heated debate over some petty disagreement and, even though you'd always been closer to and agreed with your uncle, you were forced to take your parents' side. They never let you so much as email him since.

Now, though, you are an adult and you can make your own decisions thank you very much. Well, that and Uncle Martin happens to own a recording company with an awesome studio and your band just so happened to need somewhere to record your debut album, which he was more than happy to do for you.

"How have you been? And how are your parents?" He says with a broad smile as you both step out of the way of the door and further into the waiting-room type area.

"I've been good, mostly. And my parents? Well, you know them. Always working, always busy, always arguing, never really pay me much attention." Your tone gets a little quieter with each passing word but before your Uncle has the chance to comment on that his sons walk in.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" Charlie exclaims, though with a grin that matches his father's. Matthew, his twin brother, sticks with a simple wave. He's always been more on the quiet side, but he is sweet. They're both only a few years older than you and they treat you like you're their younger sister more than their cousin.

"Hey, Charles! Hi Mattie!" You joke, laughing at their old nicknames and earning a laugh from them both in return. Then you notice their name badges and uniforms.

"Uncle Martin got you two working your asses off already?" You ask, and your Uncle wags his finger at you in false-warning.

"Yeah and if it weren't for, well, the thing then you'd be working here too." 'The thing' obviously means the argument that split your family in two, and Matt nervously rubs the back of his neck and glances over to Charlie.

"Yeah y/n/n, do you even have a job yet?" The oldest of the two asks, raising the brow with the scar running through it from the time he had fallen off of his BMX as a ten-year-old. Charlie and Matthew are a day apart. They are also only 18 minutes apart. Yes, Matthew and Charlie are those twins that were born on either side of midnight; Charlie at 11:58 pm and Matt at 00:16 am. Which meant that yes, Charlie had technically gotten into the club a day before Matt and used that to his advantage. They are those kinds of brothers.

"Yeah, Dumbo. Why do you think I'm here?" You retort sassily, but you know they could detect the hint of sarcasm in your tone. They could sense it from a mile away.

All three mock offence with a shocked expression and the twins bring their hands to their chests. That causes a laugh to erupt from deep within you. You hadn't realized how much you'd missed these guys.

"I'm joking. My bandmates are just running late, as per usual." You sigh and look over your shoulder as though you might see them outside. It is to no avail, however, and you turn back to the guys.

"Bandmates, huh?" Matthew nods approvingly and Charlie does the same. It's honestly creepy how similar they are in both looks and the little gestures or movements they make; and unless you really know them the only differences are their hair color (Matt's is dyed an almost-white blond whereas Charlie leaves his its natural copper), the scar in Charlie's eyebrow, and the fact that Matthew is way quieter whereas Charlie is a real people-person. Apart from that, they could literally be the same person.

"Yeah, they're here to record their debut album." Uncle Martin explains, and the boys turn to him before back to you in unison.

"Debut album," Matthew repeats quietly with a proud nod.

"And here we thought you finally decided to pay us a visit." Charlie clicks his tongue and shakes his head, earning a chuckle from you and your Uncle.

"Nope, sorry guys." You shake your head right back. Then from somewhere behind you, the bell above the studio's door rings and loud laughter is heard from the doorway.

"That'll be them." You mutter, rolling your eyes a little, before turning on your heels.

"What kind of time do you call this?" You greet the mismatched group, pulling Amee, a girl with short black hair which contrasts against her pale complexion and round black glasses perched upon her slender nose, into a tight hug before turning your attention to the others. You high five Daniel, a relatively skinny boy with a curly brown undercut who looks remarkably like Christopher Robin; and mock-salute James, the tallest of the group, a boy with a round nose, thick eyebrows, blue eyes, and dirty blond hair. He is currently rocking his signature man-bun, and he smiles before pretending to stand to attention. Then in comes Jasper, struggling a little with the two guitar cases and one ukulele case he is carrying as he tries to fit through the door with them. He hits them against the doorframe a few times, apologizing after each, before finally taking a deep breath and looking up at you with a relieved smile, rubbing hit short box cut hairstyle to fix it a little before pulling you into a hug.

"Sorry we're late." He says once he pulls away, smiling briefly before looking over your shoulder at your Uncle and cousins.

"It's fine." You smile back, "At least one of you apologized."

Then you turn back to your family and see the confused and impatient looks on their faces.

"Guys, meet my Uncle Martin, and my cousins Matt and Charlie." You say, pointing to each as you say their names, "This is Amee, Daniel, James, and Jasper."

"Hi." Everyone seems to say in unison, some offering small waves.

"Right, now that's out of the way shall we get down to business?" Uncle Martin rubs his hands together excitedly.

It isn't long until you're finished recording your first song, and you decide to take a small break before doing the next. Whilst on said break, you find yourself looking about the small studio room. It is pretty bland, with foam-covered walls to help with the acoustics and a few microphones scattered around, and a rectangular window which reveals the other room where your cousins sit, as they are your producers for the next few days.

That room has red walls and a simple, plastic-tiled floor. There are two seats against the wall opposite, and some more near the table which lines the wall closest to the actual recording room. There are also some posters of bands and magazine covers on its walls. It is simple, but it feels comfy.

Through the window, you can also see through to the other similarly-set-up studio opposite yours. Only now do you notice it is being used. The music being recorded in there seeps over towards you, and it's not what you'd usually listen to but one look at the singer and you have a feeling that could change.

She is gorgeous. From her slightly messy dark hair to the way her thick eyebrows furrow and her eyes close gently as she concentrates on singing, she is absolutely stunning. Even from afar.

"Earth to Y/n!" Jasper groans, obviously frustrated with you for some reason.

"What?" You almost snap at him, but thankfully catch yourself.

"Whats up? You're suddenly really distracted. I've called your name three times." He explains, and just as you're about to tear your eyes away from the girl opposite, hers open and connect with yours. You take a deep breath, and she's the first to look away.

"Sorry." You shake your head, looking up at the slightly taller boy who now wore his favourite yellow cap, "It's nothing."

"Sure." He's obviously not convinced, "We just wanted to let you know we're ready to carry on if you are."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready." You nod, moving back behind the microphone you had been using before and picking up your guitar, throwing the strap over your shoulder before playing a few chords to warm up again. As everyone gets into place, your eyes find that mystery girl's again, and she smiles - actually smiles - before turning back to her own mic and singing the next part of the song.

[An: If you were in a band, what would it be called? 👀
Part II coming soon and I might pick out one of your answers for this band 👌🏻]