"Can we just get ready?" Kirby asked.
~~
As Will stepped into the parkinglot, a black Honda Civic pulled in. Will smiled, here he was. The car parked and the record company's talent agent stepped out.
"You must be Will," he said, flashing him a big smile. Will nodded, a smile pulling at his own mouth.
"Yes, and you're Pete." The man grinned even wider.
"Can't hide that fact. Are they here?" Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III asked, looking around.
"Yeah, they're inside, practicing."
"Perfect. Then let's go talk to them," he said, zippering his signature hoodie and following Will inside.