It was the best day of Ryan’s life. Rockin’ out with the sickest group of musicians he’d ever met, he felt like he’d gone straight to heaven without the bloody, zombie-rampaging part in-between. Finally, all the hours and days and months of practicing had paid off – big-time! He - Ryan Francis Martin was the drummer for the “Wyld Stalyuns” and he rocked at the only 2 things that mattered in this whole entire world, playing music and impressing Jessica Manley. Coming off a wicked solo he smiled in the direction of the group of girls jumping in front of the school stage shouting “Ry-an, Ry-an!” But his smile was meant for only one of them.
Then suddenly the chanting turned to “Get up, get up!” Jessica’s adoring face dissolved before him like a mirage in the desert and a hand was on his shoulder shaking him. “Noooooo! Noooooo! Leave me alone!” Ryan pulled the covers over his head and groaned, “I reeeeeally don’t want to get up!”
