MITCHIE

CHAPTER FOUR

Chapter 4

After a short while, they found themselves back in the comforting embrace of their beautiful and habitable environment. Rose, Lily, and Angelina transported their instruments indoors, meticulously arranging them in the specially prepared room they had diligently tidied and organized.

"Wow, these instruments possess such captivating beauty and produce delightful sounds," Angelina marveled after testing her guitar. She also observed that both Rose and Lily had adeptly set up their drums and guitars for practice.

Mitchie, having briefly stepped out but now returned, entered the room where the instruments were situated and discovered the ladies present.

"So, ladies, have you managed to get the instruments ready?" Mitchie inquired.

"Absolutely prepared," Lily replied, her sense of happiness growing as her aspirations transformed into reality. Nevertheless, an unsettling thought lingered: 'What if her father reappeared in her life?' she pondered.

"Don't fret," her inner voice reassured her, though this assurance wasn't enough to halt her contemplation.

"Lily," Angelina addressed, noticing that Lily seemed preoccupied and had been unresponsive to their conversations.

"Hmm?" Lily responded, shaken from her contemplation.

"What's occupying your thoughts, Lily?" Rose questioned, nibbling on popcorn she had obtained from the mall.

"Um, nothing of great significance," she stuttered.

"Your tone exposed your concerns," Mitchie remarked in a hushed tone.

"Hmm," Lily sighed sadly and went on, "The prospect of what my father might do if he ever regained control over me is what haunts me."

Upon hearing this, Mitchie settled next to the disheartened Lily, offering a comforting pat on the back, and conveyed, "No need to worry, everything is falling into place, my dear. It's going to be alright."

These words triggered a recollection of memories involving her beloved mother...

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I recollected my cherished mother, Elisabeth, who used to pat me just as Mitchie did and would reassure me with the phrase "No worries." Whenever she uttered those words, any troubling remarks from my father, Grayson, would instantly fade. Whenever my mom said "no worries," I felt secure in the knowledge that she possessed the means to safeguard me. However, my beautiful mother with the enchanting golden eyes embarked on an irreversible journey. Nevertheless, life forges ahead. I place my trust in Mitchie, believing she'll shield me if my father resorts to drastic measures. While I'm uncertain of her specific course of action, I have faith in her pledge of "no worries."

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As she immersed herself in these musings, tears gradually welled in her eyes, unbeknownst to her. A warm substance flowed down her cheeks, and she wiped it away, realizing they were teardrops. Swiftly, she fetched a handkerchief and daubed the tears from her face.

"This isn't a time for tears. You're already realizing your dreams, so no need for fretting or weeping," Rose empathized, her concern evident.

Mitchie merely observed, a tad perplexed. After a while, the tension dissipated, and a cheerful ambiance was reinstated.

After a brief practice session, they took a nap, reawakening around 6 o'clock.

"Grimm," Mitchie's phone rang. She rose, retrieved her phone from the coffee table in the living room, and settled back onto the sofa to answer the call—an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, good evening. Am I speaking to Mitchie?"

"Good evening, yes, this is Mitchie speaking. May I know who's on the line, and how can I be of assistance?"

"Alright, I'm Owen George, the CEO of Owen Cosmetics and Makeup Company."

"Okay, how can I assist you, Owen?"

"Well, I'm getting married this weekend and I'm in need of a musician to perform at the event. I stumbled upon your contact details in a music magazine that's right in front of me. I noticed that you're an acapella singer, which I happen to love. I wanted to check if you're available this weekend."

"I am indeed available, but there's a twist—I now have a band."

"Remarkable! However, I haven't witnessed your band's performance, and your music is primarily acapella. How did you end up forming a band while still favoring acapella?"

"I recently assembled the band, and they are exceptional musicians. However, for this event, our fee would need to be doubled."

"That's not an issue. Yet, I do expect your performance to meet and exceed expectations."

"No problem. I appreciate you reaching out."

"Likewise, I thank you for taking my call. Farewell."

"Goodbye, have a wonderful day," Mitchie responded, concluding the call.

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"Who was that?" Angelina queried.

"It was the CEO of Owen Cosmetics and Makeup Company."

"Why did he call?"

"He's extending an invitation for us to perform at his wedding this upcoming weekend."

"That's fantastic news. Our inaugural performance! I'm already envisioning how spectacular it will be," Angelina enthused.

"Oh yes, I share in your excitement," Rose concurred, emerging from the kitchen with a plate of pasta.

"Your relationship with food is inseparable," Lily teased.

"But that's none of your concern," Rose retorted, commencing her meal with a glass of orange juice, a bowl of watermelon, and a few pieces of meat pie as her dessert—all elegantly arranged on the dining table.

"Alright, suit yourself. Just don't be taken aback if you find yourself seeking digestive remedies due to your voracious consumption," Angelina playfully jabbed.

"Let's avoid sparking another dispute," Mitchie intervened, diffusing the potential conflict. The group resumed their communal dinner.