𝓲𝓿. handle it

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004. ─────── 𝕳ANDLE 𝕴T
❝ don't handle it like this ❞
❨ real life and texting ❩
























𝕭ABE

❝ 𝕲UYS-! ❞ Babe gestured with her hands, trying to stop the guys from playing

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❝ 𝕲UYS-! ❞ Babe gestured with her hands, trying to stop the guys from playing. Luke noticed that she wasn't pleased, but he only stopped when his other bandmates did. »You can hear you all over the neighborhood!« she exclaimed in relief as the guys stopped. »What? People can hear us everywhere?« Luke approached her. »Yes! Even Julie's family!« she shouted. »So, you and Julie can see us, but anyone can hear us play?« Alex stood up from the drums.

Throughout it all, Babe remembered which instrument each of the guys played. But Babe didn't know how to answer that question. Were the guys really that clueless? »What kind of ghosts are we, then?« he laughed happily. »Doesn't matter, dude! People can hear us play everywhere!« Luke jumped up. »We might be dead, but our music isn't,« the guys clapped, while Babe would prefer to give each of them a smack.

»Guys!« she shouted really loudly, making all the guys turn to her in surprise. »Hey, Alex, Reggie, and Luke,« Babe approached the three of them alone as she spoke. »I'm sorry, okay?« she nodded. »On the most important day of your lives, you died, and now you're clueless ghosts. You appeared in the studio that used to belong to you and now discover that people can hear you play.« She approached further.

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