The D-Tribe (Rewritten!)

Chapter 8: Hope from Los Angeles

Loud cheers were heard from the audience as they heard about the Super Band being in the Finals. The Daniels’ eyes turned to its left corner. They could see the Super Band’s smiles on their faces. The second girl and boy were jumping up high for joy. The first boy’s lips stretched out a smirk. The first girl had a smile on her face as she brought the band in a group hug.

As for the Dazzles, their faces were now in the Daniels’ direction. The Super Band exited the stage as the three girls walked their way towards the family band. With evil smirks on their faces.

“Heh, looks like we won after all,” Jewel said.

Silence. Nothing but failure was plastered on the Daniels faces. Rhea was seen with his head slightly down and her eyes closed. Nothing else but the audience’s cheering flowed in her ears until a hand landed on her right shoulder.

“Come on, Rhea. It’s over. Let’s go,” she heard her dad telling her.

With that, her eyes were opened. They were now sparks of tears begging to come out. The Daniels exited the stage. On the right side.

Once they exited the auditorium-like area, their only direction… was going home.

At home, the Daniels were doing their own businesses. In the master bedroom, Diona was seen, sitting on the bed with her hands on her phone. What she’s doing with it is to search for the list of many successful bands. The reason why she’s doing this… is because she wanted to know what’s wrong.

It’s the same with Ray Daniels. He was found walking in small circles on the area located in Diona’s northeast corner in the nearby distance. His left hand was on his hips. His other hand moved to the nose’s bridge and pinched it. As he did so, his eyebrows furrowed. He was digging into a deep, careful thought.

After about 10 minutes of silence, it was Diona who spoke up. “Baby, I know how hard this is after you hear the results about the finals, but I think you should rest. I’ll figure out the reason why we’re not advanced to the Finals.”

“I can’t, Diona. It keeps coming in my head.”

Silence. Again. Diona’s mind went back into thinking of a way to help encourage her family to never give and that they can still write songs and record it. For fun. Starting with Ray, then, Rhea, then Ralpha.

After about a few minutes, the one thing that crossed Ray’s mind left him no other choice. His right hand let go of his nose’s bridge. His head slightly turned to Diona as he spoke, “I’ll go send Matthew an email.”

Last June 29, Rhea had showed Ray what the poster looked like. This poster consisted of a drum set with the words “THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS” written on the base drum. The background is mostly white. It also said something about the cash prize and the hosts’ email for more info. And since Matthew wrote an email, Ray might as well ask him a question.

With that, Ray sat on his black, rotating office chair, which was located in Diona’s northeast corner in the nearby distance. But this distance was a bit farther than the area where he walked around in small circles. In front of his office chair was the white, rough table with its legs being gray. You can see that on the left laid a carved logo. This logo was the brand of the table. It’s called “Lifetime.”

On Ray’s office table was, of course, his laptop. The mouse was sat beside the laptop on the right. Under it was the small smooth, flat rug that can fit the size of the mouse and how it moved. On each side of the laptop, almost behind it was a speaker. Each of the two speakers are black with the middle being silver. You can see a small stripe of red near the middle.

Ray turned on his laptop and clicked his way to Google Chrome. There, he clicked a shortcut icon below the search bar. This shortcut icon involved a Gmail logo. Once he was accessed to Gmail, he clicked “Compose” on the top left corner. Once the blank email template appeared, it’s time for him to write an email to Matthew.