The girls nodded, smiling as they packed up their instruments and tidied the room. "You're right," Luna said, glancing at her watch. "It's getting late, and we should probably head home. We've had a great practice session today."
Mrs. Johnson nodded, her expression filled with understanding. "Of course," she said, her voice soft and warm. "Thank you for coming over. And don't forget, I'm always here for you if you need anything."
The girls thanked Mrs. Johnson
As the girls left the Johnson household, they paused on the front porch, the cool evening air caressing their cheeks. Mia turned to Luna and Stella, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"Thank you for letting me join your band," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "I really appreciate it."
Emma and Sarah nodded in agreement, their faces shining with happiness.
"It's been a blast getting to know you guys," Sarah said, her smile wide and genuine.
Sarah smiled, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "That's a great idea," she said, her voice full of energy. "Chloe is my best friend, and she knows a lot about the music industry. She's also really good at organizing things. I'm sure she'll have some great advice for us."
"And I know a guy who might be interested in managing us," Sarah continued. "His name is Josh, and he's always been really supportive of my music. Maybe we could talk to him and see what he thinks about our band."
Luna and Stella nodded, their smiles warm and genuine. "We'll definitely talk to Chloe and Josh," Stella said, her voice filled with determination. "In the meantime, let's make sure we keep practicing and writing new music."
The girls exchanged hugs, their hearts full of friendship and excitement. "Thanks again for coming over today," Luna said, her voice filled with gratitude. "It was really fun getting to know you guys."
Sarah, Mia, and Emma smiled and waved as they headed back down the street, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the night air.
Luna and Stella watched as their new friends disappeared into the darkness, their hearts racing with the possibilities of what their band could become.
"I have a good feeling about this," Luna said, her voice filled with excitement. "I think we're going to do great things together."
Stella nodded, her smile growing wider by the second. "I totally agree," she said, her voice full of confidence. "And with Mia, Emma, and Sarah on our side, we're going to be unstoppable."
The two girls headed back inside, their minds already buzzing with ideas for their next practice session.
Luna and Stella spent the rest of the evening brainstorming, their excitement for their band growing stronger with each passing minute. They talked about the music they wanted to make, the kinds of gigs they wanted to play, and the kind of image they wanted to project as a band.
"I think we should call ourselves The Sunflowers," Luna suggested, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "It's a pretty name, and it has a really positive vibe."
Stella nodded, her eyes shining with agreement. "I love it," she said, her voice warm and excited.
Luna and Stella's phones buzzed simultaneously, their ringtones blaring the latest pop hit. They both reached for their phones at the same time, their eyes lighting up as they saw Chloe's name on the screen.
"Hey bitch!" Luna answered, her voice filled with laughter.
"Hey my favorite twins!" Chloe replied, her voice bubbling with excitement. "I hear you've been busy with auditions."
Luna grinned, her voice full of mischief. "We're so dine with the auditions, Chloe," she said, her eyes twinkling.
Stella giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, we've found the perfect additions to our band," she said, her voice filled with pride. "Sarah, Mia, and Emma are super talented, and they're really fun to hang out with."
Chloe's voice was full of curiosity. "Ooh, I'm dying to meet them! Can we schedule a band meeting soon?" she asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
Luna nodded, her smile widening. "Absolutely," she said, her voice full of excitement. "Maybe we can all get together next weekend, first how about a video call next tomorrow.
Mia sat on the couch, lost in thought. Despite the silence of the house, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn't stop thinking about the band, about Stella and Luna and the new friends they'd made. She longed to be back at the Johnson household, practicing music and dreaming of the future.
She picked up her drumsticks, her fingers brushing the worn wood. She wanted to play, to lose herself in the music like she had done earlier that evening.
Mia's heart skipped a beat as she heard her name called. She looked up to see her father descending the stairs, a concerned look on his face.
"Mia," he said, his voice tinged with worry. "Where have you been? I came home from work and you weren't here."
Mia's stomach knotted with anxiety. She knew her father didn't like her spending time away from home.
"I was at a friend's house," she said, her voice low and apologetic. "I was practicing music with some other girls."
Mia's father's expression softened slightly, though his brow remained furrowed with concern. "Well, I made some pasta for dinner," he said, his voice a bit gentler. "Are you hungry?"
Mia nodded, her stomach rumbling with hunger. "Yes, thank you, Dad," she said, standing up and taking the plate he handed her.
"And remember," her father continued, his tone firm but not unkind, "you need to be careful when you're out late.
Mia nodded, her heart aching for the worry she had caused her father. "I'm sorry, Dad," she said, her voice sincere. "I love you, too. I'll be more careful next time."
Her father nodded, his eyes softening as he saw the regret in his daughter's face. "Just promise me you'll call if you're going to be out late again," he said, his voice firm but kind. "I need to know you're safe."
Mia smiled, relieved to see the tension in her father's face begin to dissipate.
Mia bit her lip, her heart aching for her father's pain. "Where's Mom?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
Her father sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "She went out," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "She's probably working."
Mia clenched her hands tight, her knuckles turning white. She knew her mother's work was not something to be proud of, but she didn't know how to talk to her father about it.
She looked at him, her eyes filled with compassion and understanding.
Mia and her father sat in silence for a moment, both of them lost in their own thoughts and emotions. Finally, Mia spoke, her voice low and steady.
"Dad," she said, her voice full of compassion. "I know things have been hard lately. But you're a good person, and I love you. I'm here for you, no matter what."
Her father looked at her, tears welling in his eyes. "Thank you, Mia," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so proud of the person you're becoming.