Holland Richmond had wanted nothing more in life then to meet Reggie, the brother she never got to know. Although born 8 years after his untimely death, Holland grew up on her mother's stories of the brother she never knew, propelling her into a lif...
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Julie Molina was thoroughly confused and was sure that she was having some type of psychotic episode.
After screaming and running away frantically, plus eating dinner with her family which of course turned into a lecture from none other than her tia, Julie had made her way back into the studio with a cross held tightly in her hand. Now, the boys stood before her as she tried to decide just how crazy she was becoming.
"We're all a little crazy," the one with the shaggy hair commented, stepping toward Julie as she thrust the cross into his face.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my mom's studio?"
The comment enraged the shaggy haired one as he stepped toward her, ignoring the cross this time.
"Your mom's studio? No, this is our studio, trust me. The grand piano is new, and..." his eyes brightened as they settled on the couch across the room, throwing himself onto it. "My couch! But...that is definitely not my six string. Can you give me just one second?"
The boy ignored her cautiously glance as he took the other boys across the room, pulling them into a huddle.
"Guys, what is going on? How did she get her stuff in here so fast?"
"Maybe she's a witch!" the one with the leather jacket commented, thinking it was the brightest thing he had ever said as they other two stared at him. "Think about it, there's chairs on the ceiling. Plus, she definitely looked ready to kill me earlier."
"There's no such thing as witches," the blonde interjected.
"Are you sure? Because I used to think there was no such thing as ghosts,"
"...that's fair," he pointed at the boys though. "She is not a witch, though. Look, she's just scared. Let someone, with a softer touch, handle this."
The blonde cleared his throat as he turned around to face Julie. He put on a fake smile as he leaned toward her.
"Why are you in our studio?"
Julie scoffed, shoving the cross toward him, only for her hand to go through his body. Her eyes widened as she looked from her hand to the boy in front of her.
"Oh my gosh, how did you do that?"
"Clearly you're not understanding," the boy concluded. "Look, we're ghosts, all right? We're just three ghosts and we're really happy to be home at the house we basically lived and practiced in. So, thank you for the flowers, they really brighten up the room."
"We're actually in a band called Sunset Curve," the shaggy haired one jumped in again, followed by the one in the leather jacket.
"Tell your friends!"
"Oh my god," Julie muttered, finally putting the pieces into place of where she knew that band name from. She wasn't sure why she didn't think of it earlier, but it was all coming together as she look at the one in the leather jacket, who backed up uncomfortably once more.
