The D-Tribe: The Singing Tournament

Chapter 8: Tides are Turned

Inside the rehearsal space in Paramount Theater, it seemed like the Daniels family were doing their own businesses. Sitting on the chair in the far northeast corner was Ray Daniels. He was seen with his casual sitting position. On his lap was his own laptop. Typing sounds were heard and a white screen glowed from the laptop monitor. You can assume that Ray was doing his money managing business.

Sitting down in relaxation on the other side was Diona Daniels. She was seen pulling air to her nostrils. After a few seconds, she exhaled in relaxation.

Right nearby her on the right was Ralpha Daniels. He was seen playing around with drumsticks beating the plastic, rectangular Tupperware. This was to not disturb any member of his family. Especially with what Rhea was doing.

Speaking of Rhea...

You might be asking what she's been doing. Well, Rhea was seen sitting nearby her dad on his left. She had Ray's phone landing on her right ear. Her tablet was seen laying on her lap. Her left hand gripped onto her tablet, to prevent it from accidentally dropping it on the floor. You can tell by a grateful tone in her voice that she's chatting with Robby. She was giving him an update on what happened in the Elimination Round and the Quarterfinals.

"At this point, I was a little nervous, but when the manager mentioned that we moved on to the Semi-Finals, I felt more relieved and grateful than ever," Rhea said with gratitude building up inside of her.

Robby let out a chuckle. "Yeah, I see that now. Anyways, congratulations on moving to the Semi-Finals."

Rhea let out a light chuckle. She felt like doing a gesture of moving a strand of hair behind her ear, but she couldn't. Because her left hand was still gripping on her tablet. "Thanks. It really means a lot coming from you."

"How's the lyrics for the new song going?"

"Still workin' on it," Rhea replied. Her eyes landed on her tablet. "I'm... halfway to the finish."

"Well, in that case—" As she heard Robby continuing his sentence, her eyes seemed to shift from her tablet to Ray's phone. "—keep up a good work." He then, let out another chuckle. "And your performance, too."

"Thanks, Robby."

"No problem. Bye, Rhea," she heard Robby concluding.

"Bye."

With that, the two hung up.

Rhea then, handed Ray his phone. Once he retrieved it from her hand, Rhea's left hand grabbed her tablet. Once she opened it, she swiped upwards to unlock it. After entering the passcode, the screen opened with the document with the file entitled "The Compilation of Songs I Wrote." This is where Rhea usually writes lyrics. Some are for her stories and others are for her D-Tribe performances with her family. You can see how her thumbs typed around the digital keyboard and how the remaining lyrics were written.

After the lyrics were done, it was Ray and Rhea who worked together on creating the melody for it and composing the song. As usual.

The time for them and the other contestants to perform in the Semi-Finals is at 4:30pm. Right now, it's 3pm, so there's more time for the Daniels to rehearse a song.

After about 35 minutes of composing the song, both Ray and Rhea showed Diona and Ralpha the lyrics of the song and how it ought to be sung. Once they were shown the lyrics, it was Diona who was quite concerned.

"Are you sure about this, Rhea? Because the title feels quite similar to the song we sang at the Finals of 'The Battle of the Bands Competition.'"

"Yes, mom. I'm sure. And don't worry. The lyrics are different from the song we sang at the 'Battle of the Bands Competition,'" Rhea replied to her mom.