Part I

“Chels, it’s 10 in the morning. You can’t be eating lunch already.” Sarah sat on the kitchen table of her cabin. Across the room at the refrigerator was Chelsea, her best friend.

Chelsea closed the fridge and turned to her friend, “I can’t help it; I’m hungry. Besides, I didn’t have breakfast before I drove up.”

Sarah scoffed as she made her wide-eyed “pretty please” face. “Then why didn’t you stop on the way? There are, like, eight McDonalds between here and home.”

“No way!” Chelsea exclaimed, outraged, “I’m working on a record, Sarah. I almost beat my last drive time by five minutes today. That can’t be compromised.”

Feeling her weak will cave once again, Sarah grabbed her keys. “Fair enough,” she said as she walked to the door, “we’ll hit up the DQ on our way to the record store.”

“Yes!” was all Chelsea said as she darted out the door right behind her friend, and Chelsea couldn’t see it, but Sarah was smiling.

Chelsea Hancock was the kind of girl one didn’t forget easily. With strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she was beautiful. She wasn’t afraid to talk to anyone. When Chelsea met someone new, she shook his or her hand and flashed an unforgettable smile. She could converse with people old and young. She made jokes that weren’t funny, but she pulled it off anyway. Chelsea had the charisma that her best friend Sarah Davis lacked.

Sarah was a mousey girl in both looks and personality. She had shoulder-length brown hair and delicate features; her hazel eyes were plain and unanimated. Sarah was shy and preferred to stay in small groups. When she spoke to most people it was usually to answer a question and she often gave as short an answer as possible. Chelsea and Sarah were like sisters. Each was everything the other was not, and they loved one another for it.

However different the two girls were, they both loved their music. Both Sarah and Chelsea had such a deep appreciation for music of the alternative genre, that it could even be described as an obsession. The girls could spend all day in a record store looking for albums by The Replacements and Hot Hot Heat. So after their lunch at the Dairy Queen, that’s what they did.