Chapter 2“Everyone!” Hazel Fairchild shouted from the phone booth. She had one of her hands over her ear to block out the sounds of her group of friends in the van, but it was of no use. No matter how much she swiveled, no matter what ear she used to press to the receiver, the message on the answering machine was garbled and barely recognizable. With a huff and more pronounced arm movements, Hazel turned around again. “Guys, please! I need quiet.”
“Then you shouldn’t have joined the band,” Randy said. His acoustic guitar was always on him, and now it was in his lap. He strummed the first few lines of “No Rain” by Blind Melon, which caused everyone else in the back to erupt into laughter and song.
Hazel sighed. She’d once loved that song, but now it only reminded her of the lead singer’s
