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I got the looks,” Ollie said, making a funny face and crossing his eyes comically.
    â€œDo you have any siblings, Aidan?” Donna asked.
    â€œNope—it’s just me,” Aidan said. “I guess my mum and dad knew they’d achieved perfection first time round.”
    â€œOr they didn’t want to risk having another moody bugger like you,” sniggered Max.
    â€œLark’s an only child, too,” said Donna. “Do you find it lonely, Aidan?”
    â€œThis lot are constantly round my house, so I don’t have much opportunity to feel lonely,” Aidan said.
    â€œIt’s because your house is amazing. Aidan likes to come off tough, like he grew up on the mean streets of London, but really, his family’s dead posh.” Max dragged a hand through his mop of dark curls and laughed. “I’m the only one from the wrong side of the tracks.”
    Lark couldn’t tell if he was joking about that. Their British accents all sounded posh to her. She considered their different backgrounds. “So how did you guys find each other?” she asked.
    â€œWell, Max and Aidan met in prison,” Ollie quipped.
    Donna shot Ollie a stern glare. “Oliver, I know you’re only trying to be funny, but it could be misconstrued. Fans will be documenting your every move. They’ll record everything you say in public.”
    â€œSo what if they do?” Aidan said. “Ollie’s just being cheeky. None of us have been to jail.”
    â€œYet,” Max whispered to Lark with a grin.
    â€œRegardless,” Donna said. “The press would have a field day with a comment like that.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” asked Ollie.
    â€œThe minute your career takes off, the media is going to start searching for the skeletons in your closets.”
    â€œIf they find any in Aidan’s, I’ll bet they’ll be dressed in black leather,” Ollie joked.
    Aidan leaned over the front seat and smirked. “You’re just jealous because I’m the one who’s going to get all the attention. Girls always love the ‘mysterious one’ in a band.”
    â€œYou’re about as mysterious as a boiled egg, Aidan,” Ollie retorted with a snort.
    Aidan responded by giving Ollie a playful flick on the ear.
    â€œRule number one,” Donna interjected loudly. “From this moment on, you boys are going to act like you’re—what’s that term you always use, Lark? Baffles? Buffles? Biffles!”
    Lark groaned. “Please don’t say ‘biffles,’ Mom. You sound ridiculous.”
    â€œWell, I don’t care what you call it, as long as you get along. I promised your parents you’d stay out of trouble and I don’t want to let them down. Understood?”
    â€œGot it,” said Ollie, sounding genuinely contrite.
    The other two didn’t reply, but Lark could tell that her mom had made her point. “So how
did
you get together?” she asked again.
    â€œWe went to the same school,” explained Ollie. “We were in the same music class, but the stuff the teacher made us play was rubbish, so we started bunking off school to play music together instead.”
    â€œOur school was just off Abbey Road and we’re all massive Beatles fans,” Max added. “So that’s how we got our name.”
    As her mother guided the SUV into the long driveway, Lark snuck a glance at Max. His eyes widened as the enormous, contemporary mansion came into view. She wondered what he’d think of her father’s cozy house in Tennessee, with the creek in the backyard and the shady front porch. Or what he’d say if he knew Donna nearly burst into tears every time she wrote out a rent check for this place.
    â€œYou’ll each have your own room,” Donna said as they all climbed out of the SUV.
    â€œGood plan,” said Ollie as he helped the others unload suitcases and instrument cases