Frankie's POV

I leaned against the white board playing a few chords to a song I wrote as Kat talked to me about how her and her fiancé were arguing about whether to have a live band or a playlist for the reception. "I fucking love live band receptions. They're so much more flexible and entertaining. But he says they're too "expensive".", she said rolling her eyes and air quotes, "It makes me want to punch him in the face."

"Well why don't you ask someone you know to play that way they could cut you a little slack with the price while at the same time they get their name out there.", I said nonchalantly, not looking up from my beloved Pansy. Next thing I knew, two ink infested arms clasped me from behind squeezing me as tight as they could.

"You're a fucking genius! I know exactly who I'm gonna ask too.", I gave her the eyebrow implying who she had in mind as I took a swig of my coffee. "You, Frank!", she said with a squeal and I sprayed my joe all over my song book in front of me. She helped me clean it up while laughing hysterically at the same time. I really hope she wasn't being serious.

She spent the next hour sad eyeing and ferociously trying to convince me to play her wedding. "Kat, no. Stop asking.", I said as I slammed the trunk of my car, "Even if I wanted to, I don't have a fucking band to play with me. So you're shit outta luck anyway." I smirked when she punched me in the chest and told me I sucked, "Love you too Kat. I'll see you on Monday. "

Before I even unlocked the door, I could hear the call of my children as they welcomed me home. "Hey babies.", I knelt down and they covered my face in affection, "I missed you too sugars." Gee scared me as he emerged from the pile of blankets spread across the living room. I couldn't help but look at him with the most puzzled look on my face. I always found him in the weirdest places. I opened my mouth to ask him why he was buried under a mountain of comforters when he beat me to it.

"Just...don't even ask.", he laughed as he scratched his short platinum blond hair, "Lets just say I was attempting to fold some clean sheets after I did the laundry and lost myself in the midst of them." I busted out laughing as he kissed my forehead and asked him how do you get lost in blankets. "Well I got tangled up and after like five minutes of trying I just laid there and went to sleep. They were fresh out the dryer, so why the fuck not? How was class?", he said while we both pulled out stuff to make dinner. I started telling him about Kat's idea and how I thought it was ridiculous. "That's too bad. I'm sure you could've pulled something together. It would've been pretty fucking wicked.", he said shrugging and walking to the couch.

"You think?", I asked and he nodded saying that it's the exact motivation I needed to kick start the band I've been wanting to put together for years. It's always been a passion of mine to play music, but I didn't know if I was ready for it yet. "And what happens if I fucking blow it?" I was infamous for making a fool of myself so I just knew I was gonna fuck it up.

"Are you kidding? Have you ever listened to yourself play? You're amazing Frankie. I don't see why you're so scared. Look, I'll help you out. We'll find you a singer and all that then we'll get you guys ready for success. Okay?" I slumped in the chair backed into the corner and crossed my arms. Why the fuck was Gee always so damn persuasive?

"Fine, but if we suck, you're gonna get it." My threat didn't sound nearly as intimidating as I wanted it to because I shrieked when Peppers decided it was the perfect time to lick between my toes. Gee fell back laughing, almost knocking his plate off the table.

"You guys will be great. I promise.", he said wiping the tears from his face. I really hope so, because I wasn't planning to hide my existence from the world anytime soon, but this just might change that.