Chapter 3

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Don't play the music yet!!
Luna POV
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I started walking home, and my mom texted me
Mom>> SweetHeart where are you?

Me>> Walking home. There was an akuma fight, but Ms. Mousie saved the day as usual. Heheheh. Im amazing <3

Mom>> That's good. Our plane takes off in a few hours. You need to come home and get the stuff in the car, and the furniture in the moving van.

Me>> wait. Aren't the moving company people moving the stuff? Im amazing at English too. Can I make a sentence without saying the same word twice? Nope.

Mom>> Well, we should still help them.

Me>> Kk. See ya when I get home.

~Time skip till about to board the plane~
Luna POV
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We grabbed our stuff and waited in line for about an hour. I hate waiting. WAITING IS BORING, come on people ! We have places to go and places to be!!

After mentally rolling my eyes and grabbing my stuff and putting it on the plane, I sat down with mom, and I got the window seat, because this is my first time on a plane and I want to be able to look at the sky.

"Soooo... are you excited?" Mom asked. I shrugged. "Paris is cool, but eh... I don't know. It's different" I mumbled. "Well, we have a fresh start on our lives...." Then the pilot cut my mom off. "Please put on your seat belts. Take off is soon." After everyone did that, the plane started rumble, the engines starting, and I looked down and we started to go up slowly.
I grabbed my earbuds out of my purse, plugged them into my phone, and started to listen to music.

Play the video~

My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo

Gym Class Heroes baby!
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?
Like yea [scratched], check it Travie, I can handle that
Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks
I used to used to used to, now I'm over that
'Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts

If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you

My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh to sing along to my stereo

Let's go!
If I was an old-school fifty pound boombox (remember them?)
Would you hold me on your shoulder wherever you walk
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops (turn it up)
And crank it higher everytime they told you to stop
And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me
When you have to purchase mad D batteries
Appreciate every mixtape your friends make
You never know we come and go like on the interstate

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