Protolouge.....

 

 

Perfect… I thought as I cleared the jump.

I was in the saddle, on top of a thousand pound thoroughbred horse. I turned the corner and cantered over to the next jump.

Another flawless jump. I pulled back on the reins, slowing my horse down to a walk.

“Good boy!” I praised him, and scratching his strong dark neck. He snorted in return, making me give out a small laugh.

I slowly dismounted, putting my feet on the soft dirt. Walking over to the edge of the arena, a stable hand greeted me.

“Your two o’clock is here.” he said.

“Thank you, Mark, and would you mind getting me some carrots for Leo here, he was quite a good boy today.”

“Right away, ma’am,” and with that he departed down the cobblestone path.

 

 

Chapter 1

[Meet & Greet]

Joe’s POV

 

“No way, no way guys,” I said as our van made it down the long road and a white sign that read “Burkman’s Equestrian Stables” came into view.

 

“Dude, they are just horses,” Nick said.

 

“Yea, actually I find it pretty cool.” Kevin added.

 

“Okay, last time I checked we play SPIES. Since when do spies ride horses?” Joe asked, with irritation in his voice.

 

“Since the producer wants them to,” Kevin said. “Besides, we are learning from the best, this person taught Shia how to ride when he had to do the Indiana Jones movie. Joe, we have nothing to worry about,”

 

The van came to a halt and we all piled out, including our manager, Tommy.

 

 

Kay’s POV

 

 

I saw a white van pull up, causing the dirt path to create a cloud of dust. Out of it emerged four men, and I knew that they were my next lesson.

 

I slowly walked up to them, trying not to laugh at what they thought horse back riding apparel was. One (Kevin) was practically dressed up as a cowboy. He had the boots, a bandana, and all he needed was the hat. The next guy (Joe) was the complete opposite. He was wearing a black button up shirt and a gray blazer over it, with a piece of red ascot hanging out.

 

The youngest (Nick) looked the most normal. He had a vintage t-shirt with a plain gray hoodie; pretty simple. All of the boys’ jeans looked too tight for riding, but I couldn’t blame them, after all I rock skinny jeans, just not at the stables.

 

“Hey guys,” I said, walking up to the group.

 

“Well hello there little girl, do you know where we could find Ms. Kay Johnson?” asked the older man, that I assumed was the boys manager.

 

“What?” he said.

 

“I’m Kay, and it is a pleasure to meet you,” I said extending my hand.

 

He ignored it and continued, “But you’re not a day over seventeen,”

 

“Actually sir, I am only sixteen,” I said, then turned to the boys. “And you must be the Jonas Brothers. Now who is who?”

 

“I’m Kevin,” said the cowboy.

 

“And I’m Nick,” said the youngest.

 

“So I guess that leaves, Joe?” I asked, but he was spaced out, a horse was in the arena kicking and bucking, and it was freaking him out.

 

Kevin nudged him, snapping him back to reality.

 

“Oh yea,” Joe said.

 

“Not to sound rude, but who are you?” Kevin asked.

 

“Oh, I’m Kay Johnson, your trainer,”