After school, Cleave Hills High.
Elena and Zoey are outside talking about the CHHS general test for all grades scheduled on Wednesday, the following week. While talking, Elena spots her brothers far off, a few metres away from the football pitch. The boldly written number 20 on Elvis's jersey is what gives them away. She and Zoey head over to meet them.
ELVIS: Dude, why rushing home? It's Friday, don't you wanna hang around? Practice starts in 15 minutes.
ERIC: I doubt if that's a great idea after what happened on Wednesday. I'm not going anywhere close to that pitch.
ELVIS: Come on! Everyone's forgotten about that stuff already. It's you who's still remembering it.
ERIC: Of course I would because it's me it happened to! It's me who screwed up on the pitch, it's me who got kicked out of tryouts, you wanna guess who became the laughingstock? That's right, still me! Not you, Elvis, me! So how do you expect me not to keep remembering it?
ELVIS: You're being a baby right now, bro. Can you quit nagging over what happened? I get it, it's my fault. I thought we could be popular by being the only twins on the football team but I was wrong. Your interest is in music and not sports yet I still pushed you to join me. If you're mad and you wanna vent your anger, do it. Hit me, I can take it.
ERIC: Forget about this, okay? Go for your practice while I look for Elena.
"Not necessary"
Hearing a familiar female voice, Eric turns around. It's his sister and her friend.
ELENA: Were you two arguing?
ELVIS: Of course not, why would we?
(He manages to produce a smirk)
ZOEY: Hi... Eric (Avoiding eye contact with him, feeling bad about the previous day)
Hi Elvis. Man, you look good in that jersey!
He's all geared up in his new kit. Helmet, mouth guard, shoulder and rib pads, jockstrap, elbow, hip, thigh and knee pads, gloves and boots.
ELVIS: Thanks! (He brightens up) Good to see you too. Uhm, my teammates are already heading to the pitch, gotta go. Later guys! (Hurrying off)
ELENA: It's Elvis's first day as a member of the team, I wanna go support him. See you two later. (She winks and smirks, leaving Eric and Zoey together intentionally)
ERIC: Nice sneakers.
(He breaks the silence that lasted almost half a minute since Elena left)
ZOEY: Thanks. They're comfy and I dance better with them oh. (She smiles noticing his shyness)
ERIC: You dance? Cool, cool. I sing.
ZOEY: I'm not surprised, you seem like the musical kinda guy. Do you play any instrument?
ERIC: I'm good with the keys and strings.
ZOEY: A singer, pianist and guitarist... that's a different kinda triple threat. (Eric smiles)
You could teach me how to play the piano sometime. Are you part of a band?
ERIC: Nope, never thought of it.
ZOEY: Join a band, Eric. And I'd love to hear you sing if you'd do me the honor.
Eric hesitates for a moment, contemplating if he should or not. Zoey flashes him a comforting smile which makes him loosen up. He begins to sing 'Locked out of heaven' by Bruno Mars. After that, they go on talking, getting along just fine until they're distracted by a sudden loud groan of pain coming from the pitch. They share a look before racing to the pitch to know what's going on.