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Theresa was pacing throughout her bedroom, quickly scanning over the area to pick up any possible loose clothing off of the floor or chairs. She was humming a little as she went along, even pretending stray rulers or pencils she found were batons as she span them flawlessly through her weaving fingers before putting them in their rightful places. She quickly smoothed out her pale yellow sheets and fluffed her dark blue pillow, smiling in satisfaction. She then rushed over to her window and pushed it up, letting the subtle breeze flick through her pale yellow curtains. She turned to take a good look at her room now that she was complete with her self-given chores.

White walls with three large blue and yellow stick-on stars in varied shapes stacked over each other over her bed seemed spotless in the flooding sunlight. Her yellow carpeted floor without a stain, and her white desk completely clear of access items. The closet was open and the contents were sorted in color order from pastel blue to the brightest pink. Her grin grew and she glanced over at the clock. Just a few minutes until you would arrive.

A knock came to her door, and on her command of approval, it opened. Standing in the doorway was her mother, a young-looking woman with long indigo hair in a braid and round brown eyes. She was wearing a light grey shirt, black pants, and a pale pink apron covered in spots of flour. She looked down at her daughter, then around her room, and smiled.

"Oh, what a lovely job you've done, sweetie," She said. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Mom!" Theresa said as she walked to her bed, plopping herself on it. "I wanted to get everything done as quick as I could."

Her mother leaned against the frame of her door, crossing her arms. "So who is this friend that's coming over again?" She asked. "One of your band mates?"

"No, Mom, she just likes music," Theresa said while rolling her eyes a little. "Remember? (Y/n)?"

"Ah yes, the one with the lovely singing voice you've talked about...!" She said while nodding, now recalling several of Theresa's past conversations about you. "How delightful. Do you think she'd be interested in singing something for us?"

Theresa just shrugged. "I'm not sure. She doesn't really willingly sing for new people. But I'm sure there isn't any harm in asking...!"

"I'll have to keep that in mind!" Her mother said as she clapped her hands together. "Tell me, darling: What else is there to say about this (Y/n)? Certainly, there must be wondrous stories to tell of her if she is your friend."

"O-Oh, well..." Theresa gently twirled some of her dark hair around her finger, glancing away. "She's... well, she's really funny. A bit on the stubborn side, but is usually pretty shy. She's brave, talented, kind, and is the kind of person to turn to for advice. Sh-She's also really pretty! And it's not like she does an excessive makeup job or hairdo or anything, just what's naturally her. It just shows she's more about herself than fitting in with others. Honestly... she's great. I think you'll like her."

Her mother gave a gentle smile as she dropped her hands, pushing off of the frame of the door. "She sounds wonderful. I'm so happy you were able to make a friend like her."

Theresa gave a bit of a nod, gripping her hair a little. She smiled a little as her other hand gripped the skirt of her dress. "... H-Hey, Mom?" She asked, looking up at her. "Can I... Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, my little swan," She said while she nodded. "What is it?"

Theresa seemed almost hesitant to speak, taking a bit of an unsteady breath. "Um... H-How do you know if--"

Cut off by your perfect timing, the doorbell rang throughout the house. Theresa jumped with a tiny yelp while her mother perked up. "O-Oh!" Theresa said, quickly standing. "That must be her...!" With that, she quickly ran past her mother and bolted down the spiraling stairs. Weaving through the hallway doors she came to the front door, opening it.