Hi, I'm Samantha Dewby, y'know, Samantha...with the green hair, kinda chubby, often mistaken as my younger twin's younger twin? Yeah, that Sam. Anyway, I got some sort of secret to tell you, do you promise not to tell? * camera nods up an down * Good. * sam looks around, then whispers * I see dead people. * camera man falls over * Just joking. I'm Lucky Kentucky. The singer. Now that i've told you the secret, it's time for a story.

~WARNING – WHILE READING THIS STORY YOU'LL PROBABLY START TO HATE ME AFTER SEEING MANY THINGS RELATED TO THE BEATLES~

So, this is how the story starts out, Once upon a time in an Island of Orange, atleast, that's what "they" call it, I don't remember any orange anywhere. Straying from the subject, sorry. There was a little girl girl only 11 years old (Well, actually only 10 2/3 but whatever) that was dancing around her room, singing also. Her Father, (King Nolan of Valencia) heard her singing and said "Samantha my dear, you're voice is so lovely and wonderful, let me take you yonder to The Ye Olde recording studio, but she said; "Oh father, you rock for that!"

Okay, enough storybookness. Back to present day Valencia (I wasn't even born in The Middle ages, I was born in 1994.). Okay, so after my dad recorded me a few years ago, (which was really boooooooooring, by the way.) Last year I asked my sister Alexis, My friend Fuchsia Slate, my neighbor Bruce Pochama (The Piplup guy), and one of Fuchsia's cousins neighbors, Nadine Parker, if they wanted to be in a band.

Fuchsia was the best guitarist out of all of us (because her cousin Brock taught her when she was 5, and then she just taught herself and was natural), so she ended up as lead guitar. She was worried that if we ever got as good as Hannah Montana, we'd end up being chased like crazy all over the place at home, so she made up a different personality, Mickey Rosa Falca.

Then Alexis started worrying and came up with Eartha. But she wasn't sure what her surname was going to be. Then they convinced me finally to come up with a name. I came up with Lucky. Because I was thinking of my eight year old sister Clover. Then the surname Kentucky, basically as sort of a mock of Hannah Montana. Bruce wasn't going to do something silly like that, besides, He's just a drummer, no one will really take notice of me in the background. That's what Bruce said. Nadine didn't mind at all because she was famous already. She was a model. But she left to be a back-up singer, pianist and player of any instrument later needed in songs with extra instruments. For a band that hadn't got anywhere yet.

But that was last year, which was uneventful. Crazy stuff's been happening THIS year. Like Bruce braking his arm chasing Fuchsia's cousin Forrest around (long story Bruce will explain later in life maybe) causing Forrest to be drummer for about 4 or 5 weeks. Our Family, Fuchsia and her mom, and Bruce and his family moved to Pewter city (not all at the same time though). And that there was a start of more new bands. Zee, Jonah Alabama, Kailey Riverson and the 6teens, and The Vultures. The Vultures are Fuchsia's most favorite no doubt, because they're a band that are almost EXACTLY like the Beatles, excepting the fact that they all had different hair colors and different names. Wait, There's one more thing I forgot. Fuchsia said that our sound was TOO DISNEY. Too Disney? What the heck is that supposed to mean? "It means that it sounds too much like the crud that Disney plays nowadays." Bruce explained when I asked him. "Quite frankly, I agree with her. And I think your sister would agree too." "WHAT?!" I shouted in question. "You hear me right, Samantha. I agree with them. And you should give credit to those guys for the idea they pitch, and the hard work they put in to make YOU happy. Your Lucky you're able to sing. Isn't it ironic that your name is Lucky?" Bruce said. "Hmph. I'll tell them I'm sorry and that i'll let them come up with a song or two." I huffed, crossing my arms. So later when I was trying to get to sleep, I told Alex. "No way, really?!" Was her exact words. "When're you gonna tell Fuchsia?" Alex said. "Tomorrow." I replied.