My song for you (candip)

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(if you hadn't, read the description for an AU explanation-- like always, lol)

My right hand's drumstick continuously taps the hi-hat cymbal as my left foot presses it's pedal down. I close my eyes and see these little patterns of colored circles, all crazy neon, just fading in on the beat as my right foot presses on the bass drum pedal, then my left hand's drumstick (which is right under my right hand) taps on the snare drum.

It's a simple pattern.
Just continuously hit the hi-hat while playing bass, snare, bass, snare.
Usually I'm just practicing, but when I play freely--not as practice, or drumming class..

I feel something.

'BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!'

I open my eyes and sit up in my bed, yawning, stretching my body out. That's the third time I had a dream about drumming or playing guitar.
I guess it's really special to me or something.

..yeah, that's exactly what it is.

Suddenly, I hear a loud squeal, which sounds like a million chihuahuas.
It's loud.
"DIPPER! DIPPER! DIPPER!!" My sister Mabel yells as she slams open the door to my room, looking like a mentally insane person.

"Ugh, what time is it..?" I groan.
"ITS 12:00AM! WE ARE GOING TO MISS THE BUS! GET YOUR STUFF, LETS GO!!" She panics.
'The bus? What bus?' I ponder to myself for a few seconds until I realize.
We're going to Gravity Falls..

My eyes widen and I quickly get out of bed, grabbing my guitar, my drumsticks, and my bag and leave with Mabel. Soon enough, we're on the bus.

I feel extremely tired, so I take a nice nap.

'Dipper! Dipper!!'

I wake up to Mabel shaking me. I turn my head, looking outside the window and see a sign come up. "Welcome to Gravity Falls."

We're here.

The bus stops.
"Gravity Falls, last stop!" The bus driver calls. Me and Mabel grab our things and get out of the bus quickly. Mabel breathes in the air, taking it all in, and I kind of just look.

This place makes me feel pretty uncomfortable, considering the amount of times Mabel and I had panic attacks here for PTSD reasons..

But it's fine. We got extreme therapy so we're kind of okay now.

Mabel runs towards the shack and I run after her.
"Mabel! Wait!!" I yell, laughing.
We run to the Shack and she stops.
"I'm not even surprised it hasn't changed." She smiles.
"Yeah, cause we come here every Summer."
"Except for when we were thirteen and fourteen." She snorts.
When we were thirteen, mom kept us from going because we told her about what happened, then the next year, I completely did not want to go and Mabel didn't want to, either.

We open the shack door and see our old friend, Wendy, reading a magazine while  sitting (technically laying) at her desk.

"Welcome to the Mystery Shack where there's lots of mystery to explore, blah blah blah, whatever." She says sarcastically, looking tired.
Same.
Mabel walks up to her to go reunite with her, but my back is in huge pain so I just go upstairs into the attic where our beds are. I put my instrument and my bag down and sigh, flopping onto my bed, exhausted. I rest my eyes and drift into a world of darkness.

We're finally in Gravity Falls.