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Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg was sitting on the floor with her friends, she still wasn’t used to having people she would call her friends.
Up until a few months ago, she was an asshole to those around her, only caring about herself and her success. It took until Constance had called her out on her shit and left her side for Ocean to change. Being alone, with no one, really hits hard. She spent an entire month changing her ways, focusing less on her grades but on how to be better. When she saw fit she approached Constance again who gave her a chance. That’s how she ended up here, being close to Constance Blackwood, Noel Gruber, Ricky Potts, Mischa Bachinski, and Savannah Lamb.
She looked at her friends, they were talking about Savannah’s rat Virgil. Ocean had mixed feelings about the rat. She wasn’t paying attention much, she was lost in thought.
Ocean suddenly snapped back to reality with an idea. “Guys, let’s start a band!” She wasn’t sure where this idea had come from, but she was certain it would bring them closer together. She wanted to bond with her newfound friends, and she also needed more of a reason to be out of her own house.
Everyone was staring at her blankly in silence. Then Noel started to laugh and the rest joined.
“How about we name it ‘Mischa and Shawties?” Mischa said through laughs.
The group was laughing and making little comments toward Ocean. She felt hurt, she thought her idea was good, and she wanted to spend more time with her friends. Here they were sitting on Savannah’s floor, laughing at the idea she had come up with. Maybe she was being over dramatic by being hurt but she couldn’t help it.
Savannah stopped laughing, “I don’t actually think that’s a bad idea.” She paused, the laughter had subsided. “I mean I think most of us play instruments right? I play the bass.” She stood up and grabbed her bass. She picked it up and started plucking quietly.
Ocean smiled, maybe her idea wouldn’t go to waste.
Savannah then turned to Ricky. “You play keys right?”
Ricky signed “yes,” in reply.
“Anyone else play instruments? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Savannah seemed so confident in this moment, it helped make Ocean feel better.
“I can play guitar, my dad played in high school so he taught it to me when I was little.” Constance giggled, clearly looking back fondly on the memory.
“I’m able to play the guitar as well, I also enjoy singing.” Noel paused anxiously, “I could do backup vocals or something.” Noel added.
“I play drum.” Mischa intervened, looking proud of his skill.
“And I’ll be the lead singer! As the band was my idea.” Ocean grinned.
“That settles it then!” Savannah stated, she was kinda flapping around excitedly.
“I still think we should name it ‘Mischa and Shawties’!” Mischa protested.
Everyone looked at Mischa and laughed, he laughed with them.
“Absolutely not!” Ocean was not about to ever be referred to as a shawty. “How about we meet tomorrow at some place to work out more details?”
“My basement is free place.” Mischa said, “Can meet there?”
The group agreed and they also decided to bring all of their instruments.
Ocean was excited, her friends had actually liked her idea. They were going to do something together, this was going to be so much fun!