Les and Jimmy were walking along the beach talking about their performance and how well it had gone when they heard footsteps running up to them and turned to see two boys about their own age, one who looked a little older and one who looked a little younger.
"Great show, guys." The boy who looked older put out his hand and smiled. "We were in the audience. I'm Felix."
"I haven't seen an act this good in a while," the younger boy added. He, too, put out his hand, and shakes were exchanged all round. "I'm Charles - the Guitar King," he added with a little grin. "And you're good enough to be another Guitar King!" he told Les.
Les grinned back. "Guitar King Les? I like that."
Jimmy glanced at Felix. "Should I be Jimmy the Drum King, or just ordinary Drummer Jimmy?"
Felix laughed and shrugged. "Well, I'm just going to be Felix who plays the bass."
"So you guys liked our show?" Les went on.
"Sure did," said Charles. "I was just saying to Felix here, you two should have a bassist and another guitar. You need to be a whole band, the way you played!"
Les felt a glow of pleasure. "You mean, a bassist and a guitarist like you?"
"Well, we would love to be part of your band," Felix confirmed.
Jimmy tilted his head as if considering them, but the sparkle in his eyes gave away his liking for the idea. "There's a good idea. I was beginning to think we would have to train my dogs to play guitar and bass."
"I say you're in," Les decided. "Jimmy? If you give them your address, we can arrange our first rehearsal. Our home base is Jimmy's basement for the moment," he explained to his new friends.
"Where all great bands begin," Jimmy laughed, as he scribbled his address and phone number on two scraps of paper and handed one to each new bandmate.
"And so the next great rock band was born!" declared Charles as he took his.
"Right on!" Les agreed.