The gang members are: Ponyboy, Sodapop, Darry, Dally, Johnny, Two-Bit, and Steve. You are older than Ponyboy but younger than Soda and Darry, being their fifteen year old sister. After your guys’s parents died in the auto wreck, you found something to cope with it. Music. You absolutely loved music, especially singing and dancing. Whatever song it was, you would be there, dancing like there was no tomorrow. You would sing and dance to anything, being in love and confiding in it so dearly. It was recently your birthday, and your friends got you this karaoke machine, knowing you loved doing that. The thing was though, you never told the gang. For a reason, too. You knew the gang. They would make fun of you, mock you, and probably destroy the machine and your dreams in a blink of an eye. So, whenever they were around, you would just stick in your room, hiding the machine under your bed in hopes of them not finding it. The gang found it suspicious of how you were now always in your room whenever they came over. They brushed it aside, though, thinking it was a “girl thing”. You were home alone, singing and dancing, being happy that the gang wasn’t there so you wouldn’t have to hide it. You didn’t hear the front door, though, and in came the gang. As they heard the melody and music coming from your room, they walked in quietly, wanting to be sneaky. They creaked open your door, only to find you singing your heart out to (song of your choice), and they were dumbfounded. Their mouths hanging open. Just as they were about to slip away, the corner of your eye saw them, and you immediately turned around, only to see them staring back.