I'm a decripid old lady covered in wrinkles and warts. I was prettier than my older sister. She was jealous and put this lousy spell on me. Really, hating on her now. The only thing that can break the spell is a delicate, sincere kiss from a beautiful, young Islander w/ the voice akin to a siren & a blinding smile that never fades. And a hat. (not sure why that's just how the story goes). Currently, the hero of my story is roaming all country sides kissin' on already pretty girls for no explainable reason. Why? Why must it be this way? I wait & wait. Never calls, writes, tweets, nothin'! Damn his ass!.There is one possible alternate antidote: the attentions and kiss from his equally talented and adorable brother. However, he must be an exceptional drummer, obviously loyal, and know that I am alive. Not much chance of that happen'. Oh well.....Wait. What?......there is a brother? Seriously?