One by one, we'd collected them. Tricia, the drummer girl, was ecstatic. The others, Ross and Nikolaas, were a bit skeptical. "I had a paying job," Nikolaas stated sourly. "I have a family to support." "You?" Ross asked. "You can't be older than twenty-four." "Twenty-three," Nikolaas corrected. "I think it's a great idea," Tricia interjected. "Flip my parents. I want to drum." "It's sweet of you guys to think of me," Ross said to me and Connor. "But I can't remember how to play." Connor snorted. "And elephants can't remember how to be big." "Ross, if hair that looks like string can spark your memory like it did, then just imagine what a real guitar would do," I added. "And, Nikolaas, if you're as good as you obviously are, you'll be making triple the money you were at that bar," Connor pointed out. "Call me Niko. And, even if I do join, what am I supposed to do with Sara and Kyle during practices?" Nikolaas said. "Bring 'em," I replied. "You think a couple of four-year-olds can be around a bunch of musical instruments?" Niko pressed on. "Put 'em in a play pen," Connor said. Finally, Niko heaved a sigh. "Fine."