The song ends with a glorious chord progression when Campbell and I strum our guitars in tandem while Miller hits one last fantastic note on the keyboard.

I have chills.

“Guys, that is one of our best songs ever,” I say, since we’ve written a dozen new tunes to go along with our most popular songs from years ago. The new one is smoking hot, sexy as hell, and full of longing.

Campbell shrugs. “I’m not sure if it’s one of our best ones ever. The ones we wrote before you nosed your way into the band were pretty awesome.”

I roll my eyes. “And you wonder why I went solo.”

Campbell unstraps his instrument, and I do the same. “Just kidding, Dodgeball. You know I think you’re fucking awesome.”

Miller steps away from the keyboard and walks over to us, squeezing my shoulder. “I have to agree with the kid. I feel that song in my bones. Like my entire body is vibrating with the music.”

Miller has always been the most enthusiastic person on the planet, possibly in the history of the world, when it comes to music. Since both he and Campbell are on a high right now, this is as good a time as any to hit them up. I’ve been looking for the right moment to ask them.

I lift my chin. “So, what would you guys say to maybe an hour-long set at Northwell High next weekend?”

Campbell scratches the scruff on his jaw. “Come again?”

“I was invited to play at my high school reunion, and thought maybe we could—”

Campbell’s laughter drowns out my question. “Do you think you could get us a gig at the mall too?”

“How about Foot Locker?” Miller tosses out.

“No, wait. A dinner cruise. Can you please use your contacts to book us a dinner cruise?”

I wave off his suggestion. “And I’ll do it solo, thank you very much. I think it’ll be fun.”

Campbell clears his throat. “Miles, I know you loved high school, but not all of us were so enamored with it. That’s all.”

“Why didn’t you like high school?”

“Because it was high school,” Miller says, like the answer is obvious.

I shrug. “Whatever. I loved high school.”

Campbell laughs. “That’s because we paved the way for you, Dodgeball. We were the coolest dudes, and you were the younger brother of the coolest dudes.”

I sigh heavily. “Good to know you have faith in my ability to be charming without you.”

Miller slugs my arm. “We can’t help it. You’re the youngest. We’re pretty much always going to give you a hard time.”

“I think we can do the reunion under one condition,” Campbell says.

“What’s that?”

Campbell fixes his lips in a straight line, as if he’s trying to maintain a stony expression. “If you can bring us a doll line next.”

I stare straight at him. “Yes, I’m working on that. The licensing company asked if you were available to replace Ken, since you loved playing with Barbies so much growing up.”

Miller thrusts his arms in the air, pointing at Campbell. “Roasted!”

Campbell shrugs, holding up his hands. “Indeed. You win that round, Dodgeball.”

I take a bow.

Then Campbell grabs my arm. “And of course we’ll do it.”

Miller drops his knuckles to my hair and gives me a noogie. “You knew we were going to say yes.”

“You guys are such assholes.”

Campbell holds his arms out wide. “Bring it in. Give your biggest brother a hug.”

I shake my head but relent anyway. Because I love these assholes.

“You know, I’ve never gotten over wanting to get your goat. I’m pretty sure I never will,” he says.

Then it’s a damn good thing I haven’t told him exactly why we’re playing. If he knows about the promise I made at my prom, I’ll never hear the end of it.

“Oh, and I assume this is because of that ridiculous promise you made at prom long ago?” Miller asks dryly.

I will never win with these guys. Good thing I don’t really have to, especially since I know my brother’s Barbie secret.