The Shooting Star

10. First Rehearsal

   ˗ˋˏ°• Yea! She's apparently into the type of music that we make. I know right! Well don't say it like that, it's cute that she into it. . .•°ˎˊ˗

Haven paced about across the house on the phone, talking up a storm to whoever was on the other end. They sounded excited about. . . what sounded like Averine being there. It made her smile a bit, as she patiently waited for them to come back. Averine held the guitar in her hands, and her usual glow came from them. Within a few seconds, the guitar faded into mist once more. It happened just in time for Haven to come down the stairs as well.

She glanced at Averine. . . then around the room. . .

˗ˋˏ°• Where'd your guitar go? I could've sworn you didn't. . . did you go somewhere? •°ˎˊ˗

Averine shook her head and stared blankly at Haven. She was acting like she had no clue what Haven was talking about, which made Haven tilt her head.

˗ˋˏ°• Y'know, you're star guitar? It had stickers and- why are you acting like I'm crazy?  •°ˎˊ˗

Averine held a straight face, and did her best not to smile. This type of. . . tomfoolery happened pretty often, and she enjoyed everytime it did. Haven rolled her eyes and a small sigh came from them.

˗ˋˏ°• Well you don't seem too concerned so I guess I shouldn't be either. Anyway, I tried calling Zenel and Malico but they're both busy so I guess it's just us two for a while. Dawn didn't even bother picking up the phone, I don't know what's going on with him. Malico did say they could still try to come if their schedule isn't too crowded, so we might have our drummer at some point. Until then we can do the second best thing! •°ˎˊ˗

Haven still spoke with a tone of excitement, and walked over to the corner of the basement. Averine watched as she dug around a few scattered boxes. She looked like she had a question mark floating above her head. Haven pulled out a small disc, and it looked damaged. There was also smears of red on it.

˗ˋˏ°• ah shit. . . that's the last time they get to eat down here. Okay, so the second best doesn't work for a while so we're doing the third best. Using the power of the technical advances of the future. •°ˎˊ˗

Haven made sparkly jazz hands as they spoke, but her words were lost on Averine. She still continued to stare at them with a blank expression. . . and it was slightly bothering Haven. She looked much more escatic before.

˗ˋˏ°• Unless you're not up for it? We can always look for something else to do if you'd like. •°ˎˊ˗

Averines eyes quickly widened, and she frantically waved her arms around.

❝ No no no no! It's not that I don't wanna! I'm just. . . well. . .❞

She turned away and scratched her chin, taking a moment to find the best way to get the words out. She didn't want to say no and upset Haven, but it was a little embarrassing to say it out loud. Haven gave her a tilted glance, crossing their arms as they did. She was respectfully waiting for Averines answer, mostly because she couldn't read the room.

❝ I'm just thinking about something that. . . happened a while ago! It's just been sitting in my head for a while is all. ❞

Averine spoke with a burst of energy, as she stood up and re manifested her guitar. Although it was the truth, it had no relation to the current situation. Haven raised an eyebrow at her tone change, but seeing her guitar pop out of that pink mist completely redirected her thought process.

˗ˋˏ°• AH-AH-AH THAT! You just did it! How are you doing that? Is that a form of creation? It's new to me if it is. •°ˎˊ˗

Haven spoke with stars in their eyes once more, watching as the mist faded away. Most people had their creation come from their bodies or materials. Seeing it happen with nothing behind it was definitely a shock.