The rocker walked over to the stereo and put in her latest cd, “Spence, I want you to listen to these new songs and tell me what you think, I just recorded them recently,” she said taking a seat at the head of the dining table.

Then everyone proceeded to eat breakfast as the songs played. It was fun hearing Ashley’s recordings before they were released to the public. By the time the whole cd had played through the only people left at the table were Kyla, Ashley, and Spencer, all the T.T.M’s were off doing odd jobs in the other room.

“So,” Ashley said as the last song ended. “What did you think,” she asked with a smile.

Spencer knew what the kids back in Europe were listening to so she knew her comments would be helpful. “Most of them were kind of slow,” the blonde replied.

The brunette’s smile faltered slightly, “Yeah, I know that,” she said in an eerily low voice.

Spencer shrugged then continued, “I really liked the fast paced ones, like from your earlier albums. Why don’t you record more songs like that, these ones don’t seem as much like rock?”

Ashley shot the blonde an angry glare, “Damn it Spencer,” she yelled causing both teens to jump fearfully. “I didn’t ask for your opinion on what style I should sing. I asked if you liked the songs, yes or no! I get enough amateur opinions I don’t need another one!”

Tears streamed down Spencer’s cheeks. She knew Ashley had a temper, she had witnessed it in Germany, but never before had the brunette directed it to her. The blonde shot up from the table and ran into the bedroom. Ashley immediately felt remorseful as she watched the distraught teen leave the room.

Kyla angrily turned to her sister, “What the hell is wrong with you Ashley?”

The rocker sighed and slumped down into her chair, “I didn’t mean to yell at her,” she said quietly, looking down at her hands.

“Go apologize to her, she didn’t deserve that,” Kyla scolded getting up from her seat. “This is supposed to be a fun trip Ashley, don’t ruin it,” she finished as she left the room.

Taking a deep breath the rocker got up from her chair and made her way over to the bedroom door. “Spence,” she whispered slowly opening the, surprisingly, unlocked door.