band and group study

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It my birthday so this is my present for me

Catra P.O.V

It been 3 days that rai been in school and 3 days since that dream. I can't stop thinking about it.

Rai is having a friends over for a little group study. It must be nice having friends.
Rai only has school from 8 to 3 it currently 2 and Omar went head and made some snacks for rai and her friends. I don't have to pick rai up since one of her friends is going to drop her off.

I been writing more songs lately for the band.
It a little weird writing new type of music im so used to writing loud songs that have so much energy now im writing songs that are clam and chill and to be honest i like it.

Me lonnie Klye and Rogelio are heading to are little studio in the house to play the new songs and see what they think of it.

"So how many songs do you guys want to play?" I ask

"Lets do 3 for now so we can learn to play the beat" lonnie says

"Ok lets setup so we can start" Rogelio says

"Ok i wrote a total of 12 songs so each of you can pick one and we play those and that when were ready we pick another 3 songs that so good with you guys?" I ask

"Yup" all 3 weirdos says

They all pick are songs and that play paper rock scissors to see how will go frist

"Yes! Get to go frist" klye yells happily since it the first time he probably ever won something

"Ok Klye which on did you pick" lonnie says walking up to him

"This on it called softly"

"Ok lets setup and start"

Right now
I saw we be
Driving round
Living wild
Loving happily
Some how, you're not next to me
I tried and I lied and now you've going away
Do you tell him all the things you used to say to my face
If you do his what you told me

If you love me
Hold me softly
You're the only one
I want, I want
I would die for you
I would lie for you
I give my life to you
If you love me
Hold me softly
Those were the words
You used to tell me
And I hope you tell him that
Oh I hope you tell him that

Driving past
Your house again
See your mother and fathеr and your silhouette
Is it you, in a flowerеd dress?
Do you remember all the times
When I told you I was scared, you'd go away?
Or the nights we talked and memories are fading to good?
When you left his what you told me

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