The spark to our love

Eight

                         *Amity pov*

That nickname.. the nickname the human girl had given me a couple of weeks before the incident.. I felt my stomach do a somersault. "Ams?"

I looked up to the front to see a concerned stare from the saxophone player. "I'm alright, today has been interesting and exhausting.. I didn't expect to find any of you in a band, much less together."

The group of friends chuckled and Gus turned back to face the Blight "none of us could deal with the pain and guilt of what happened to you that day. We ended up getting together and finding something we all had in common and that just happened to be music." Gus looked over at Willow who caught his glance in the mirror

"We started the band about two years after you left.. for a while none of us could stand each other not even the three amigos could support the thought of being near one another" Willow added on to the story as she took a turn.

"I had to be the voice of reason present for the losers to get along" Boscha butted in sounding too proud of herself. 'Not much has changed' I thought to myself still listening to the story being told.

Edric sat up and took a deep breath "Me and Em weren't part of the original little group. We decided to check them out when we saw them hanging out at lunch together, they told us they started the band and had made a couple of songs but when it came to video making they had no idea what to do." He finished saying what seemed to be 'his part' in the story and Em picked up where our brother had stopped

"Ed and I helped them out by filming and taking charge of special effects. We use illusion and light equipment to make the videos or even concerts look nice." Emira had the look of a small child showing their parents the newest work of art they'd made.

"That's how we started out, just a few kids making music to cope. We don't just have one style really. We play Jazz and other things I'm assuming you wanted to know why we were playing jazz earlier if we're not considered a 'jazz band' heh" Luz called out from the front passenger seat.

I took a second to process the new information and decide which question would be appropriate.

"How many instruments do you guys play?"

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WORD COUNT: 415

A/N: when I make the author's notes it's me just talking to myself most of the time  I am so sorry-

I'm thinking of starting another story just not really sure lmk if there's any questions concerning this story in particular

Have a good day and wonderful readings folks