Introducing...

The Voice: Sweet, trusting Kendall sings like an angel--and is about to discover her devilish side.

The Body: Rich, spoiled Wynn can't keep a beat to save her life. But with curves like that...who cares?

The Boss: No-nonsense Stella is all confidence, attitude, style, and smarts. But her relationship with the band's manager makes her more vulnerable than she thinks.

The Boy: A/B has got real talent. Now if only he can keep his mind on the music...instead of on the girls.

The Body: Thank God for Stella. When A/B accidentally introduced himself as “Body,” she had my back, stepping up and snapping her fingers in his face. “Yo!” she said. “They are just t**s. Juggs. Knockers. Fun bags. If we’re gonna be in a band together, you’d better get over it. Them. Now.”

There’s really nothing like having someone jump to your defense. And even though Stella can come off cold, being around her makes me feel, I don’t know, protected I guess. Safe.

Well, Brian must have thought we’d had enough “getting to know you” time because he came in, clapping his hands and going, “Enough of your yakking – let’s get down to business.” That’s when reality struck – and turned us into zombies. Now that it was time to start playing together, we were all suddenly awkward. Maybe we were waiting for Brian to give us direction, but he just hung back. We were like people on the subway when it stops between stations, standing around, studying each other’s feet.

Then, out of nowhere, Kendall walks up to the mike. She makes a pfft sound to test it, and then she starts singing by herself. And it’s not like she goes into “Kumbaya” or some nice pretty song – she belts out the opening to AC/DC’s “Back in Black.” “BAAACK in BLAAACK!” But it’s not a scream like how Brian Johnson does it; it’s this deep, hot, beautiful thing.

All of us stare at her in disbelief – after all, Brian had told us Kendall wasn’t really a rock chick and AC/DC is no easy listening. Well, I guess she’d been studying those MP3s he’d been sending us. Then A/B, who’s a classic rock freak, scrambles for his guitar to accompany her. And even though we’ve never played the tune, it’s fairly basic, beat-wise, so Stella and I go for it too and we all finish the song together. Miserably – but together. Sort of shy, sort of excited, our glances ricochet from one to the other. We’re all sharing the same feeling , the one you get at a magic show, and the magician hasn’t really done anything yet, but you know something amazing is definitely about to happen.