Jack opened the door one Saturday to see three teenage girls on the doorstep.
“Hey,” said one of them brightly. “Is this Wolvie, Gambit and Jordan’s place?”
“Yes...”
“Skye! Terri! Mikayla!” Wolvie greeted, poking his head out the door. “Hey, great you’re here. Come on in.”
“You didn’t mention you were excepting guests,” Jack said to the fifteen-year old reproachfully.
“Didn’t I? Oh sorry,” Wolvie replied. “We’re also ‘specting two other guys.”
“We’re here,” said one of two boys coming up the path.
“Hey Braden, Ethan,” Wolvie greeted.
The five entered the house.
“Hey cool house,” Ethan said, looking around at the foyer.
“Got enough mirrors?” Mikayla giggled.
Wolvie grinned and they followed him into the music wing of the house. Jack shook his head. What was with these kids and forgetting to give him advance notice about their friends coming over?
Jack and his wife Lori had been living in the Hanson home and working for their family for years now, along side the nanny, Natalie. He was the butler/handyman/whatever else was needed and Lori was the cook. Her son Jordan, from a previous marriage, got along well with Wolverine and Gambit. Their daughter Elisa, at 4, was the youngest in the house.
“Whoa hey, this is cool,” Skye said, looking around at all the musical instruments.
“We have a studio over there too,” Gambit added pointing. “We can record demos and stuff. it’s cool.”
“Awesome.”
“So, like, we really going to do this?” asked Terri. “Start our own band?”
“Sure, it’ll be great!” Jordan replied enthusiastically.
“Yeah,” Braden agreed. “I’m drummer!”
“Well, that goes without saying,” Wolvie said dryly.
“Who gets to be lead?”
“Us girls aren’t going to get stuck being back up singers or something lame like that are we?”
“Yeah, ‘cause y’know I can play guitar!”
“Hey we need a name for the band.”
“I think we should figure out who’s going to play what first.”
“Why?”
“Well, y’know then we know if we can come up with names like: Mikayla and the Funky Chickens.”
“Okay, first of all you don’t get to be a headliner.”
Mikayla laughed.
“Secondly, I refuse to be in a band call the Funky Chickens.”
“This would be Mikayla and the Funky Chickens though, which is not the same thing.”
“Mikayla?”
“Yes, Gambit?”
“No.”
“Aww.”