The next day at school I can barely keep my eyes open. Hugo made me stay back late and practise the riff in our new song a hundred and fifty times.

It didn’t go very well.

Hunter, Gnash, Gilleon and I toss our bags into our lockers.

‘Hey, isn’t that Shelley Newfins?’ says Hunter.

‘Doesn’t she usually wear a JAWSOME T-shirt?’ I say.

‘Orca really isn’t her colour,’ sniffs Gilleon.

Gnash and I swap a worried look. ‘First, The Killer Wails are all over the radio,’ I say. ‘And now this?’

Hunter shrugs. ‘So what? Shelley can like other music. We have plenty more fans in the sea.’

We head off to our classroom and sail inside. My heart sinks a little. Hunter’s wrong – it’s not only Shelley Newfins. Everyone is wearing The Killer Wails T-shirts. Even Mr Rodney!

And that's only the beginning. All day, kids listen to The Killers Wails on their shell-phones.

They talk about The Killer Wails in class.

Some even do their school projects on them.

Things get TOTES crazy when Mrs Prune, the school gardener, swims past the classroom window.

At lunch, the four of us sit at our table, feeling miserable.

I heave a deep sigh. ‘What are we gonna do?’ I moan. ‘We’re losing fans by the second!’

‘I don’t get it,’ says Hunter. ‘It took us years to build a fan base.’

‘Come on, guys, you’re overreacting!’ says Gilleon, tossing tossing back his fringe.

‘We’re JAWSOME! We’ve got six hundred krillion fans, remember?’

‘I guess,’ I say slowly. ‘And we are headlining tomorrow’s festival.’

‘And don’t forget about the ribbon-cutting for the new Town Square on Monday,’ Gilleon adds.

Gnash whips out a giant pair of scissors.

‘Yup! Been practising.’

Hunter scratches her chin, looking worried. ‘I don’t know,’ she says slowly. ‘If we want to stay number one, we better bring our A-game tomorrow. Which means, Finley, whatever happens, you’re gonna have to nail that riff. The fate of Jawsome depends on it!’