//Discontinued// sorry
"Expect the unexpected."
For Beverly, all it took was death. For Reggie, all it took was the love he never thought he'd find.
What started as an innocent crush on the drummer's younger sister blossomed into an infatuation with...
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'Flying Solo'
Despite Julie's rejecting their invitation, they continued to work on the song, hoping she would change her mind after she and Flynn inevitably made up. Beverly was sitting criss-cross on the piano, Reggie and Luke were leaning against it on either side, the poem sat between the three.
"Guess that means I'm buying lunch that day," Luke sang. "I know all your secrets, you know all my deep dish. Guess that means that some things they never―"
"Wait, so," Reggie sighed, "when she says 'deep dish', is she talking about, like, pizza or . . ."
Beverly laughed to herself while just in front of her, Alex appeared, sitting in front of her. She slid back and hopped off the piano, walking around Reggie to stand in front of her brother.
"Oh, hey, man. Where you been?" Reggie smiled.
"Um . . . kinda everywhere. Yeah. No, I met a new ghost friend," something in Alex's voice made his sister a little more than suspicious, especially the smile sneaking up on his lips.
"For real?" Reggie's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Yeah, he answered a ton of questions," Beverly's grin broadened.
"He?"
"Yeah? Like whether Julie's gonna join the band or not?" Luke pulled the poem out from under Alex.
"Uh, well, we didn't really get to that," Alex turned back to Reggie, who was aching to hear about Alex's day with this new ghost friend, "but I think I know why we're here. Okay? All ghosts have, like, unfinished business. So, we need to do our unfinished business so that we can cross over."
"Why would we do that?" Alex looked over at Luke. "I'm just saying, this is like our second chance. All we need to do is get Julie to play with us."
"I agree," Beverly intervened. Alex gave her a pertaining look, "I mean, have you seen the men in this century. And the women, Alex. People didn't look like this in 1995."
"Some people did," Reggie thought he said to himself, but when he saw all eyes on him, he realized what he'd said. Steering the conversation back, he looked at Alex, pushing past his blush, "Not only can Julie sing, she can write too. We made a killer melody to one of her songs."
Luke held the paper out for Alex to take, "Oh. Without your drummer. Cool."
Luke patted his arm, "Drumming is so nineties. Okay? We're just gonna stomp our feet now."
"Okay," Alex nodded. "Well, you know what else is so nineties? Being rude. All right? Get woke. These are sensitive times."
He thrusted the paper into Luke's chest, "Ow."
Alex leaned over toward Reggie and Beverly, "I learned that from my new ghost friend."
"Woke," Reggie repeated, Beverly smiled and nodded along. "That―That's a cool word."
