MITCHIE

PROLOGUE

With a resonant "VROOM," her vehicle came to a halt right in front of the shopping mall. Stepping out was a young woman in her late twenties, fair-skinned with vivid red lips, and framed by elegantly curled cream-colored hair.

Her attire consisted of a black inner top, a matching jacket, and a skirt, all paired with sleek black boots. This remarkable figure was none other than Mitchie Neely, a name that had rapidly gained widespread recognition across the United States.

After securing her vehicle, Mitchie entered the shopping mall with a clear purpose – to gather items for her home. Notable for her exceptional solo acapella performances, she had amassed a considerable fan following both in the U.S. and abroad.

Although her heart was in singing alone, Mitchie also nurtured a fondness for dancing to tunes accompanied by instruments. However, she harbored an unfulfilled dream of having a devoted band to back her up, a vision she clung to, hoping it would manifest someday.

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As Mitchie strolled through the mall, she was taken aback by a chorus of voices calling out her name and showering her with compliments that reverberated throughout the bustling space.

"Hello, Mitchie," one voice called out.

"Your songs are truly exceptional," added another.

"We'd be thrilled to join your band," someone chimed in. Amidst the crowd's sea of faces, Mitchie tried to pinpoint the sources of these encouraging words, but the throng made it nearly impossible to identify anyone in particular.

Continuing her shopping, the mall was alive with a diverse medley of music. Tracks by Mateo Lyrins, Trelly B, Ava Lyrins, and many more filled the air. Amid her shopping expedition, the familiar strains of one of her own compositions reached her ears.

The song that played was the one that had propelled her into the spotlight...

"All I desire is your tender care ?

All I yearn for is your affection ?

Promise no harm ?

And I'll reciprocate the same..."

While a young girl sang along, Mitchie scanned the surroundings to see who was joining in with the music. Her attention was captured by a lovely little girl, prompting an involuntary smile to grace Mitchie's lips. Just at that moment, the child's mother appeared and gently whisked her away. Mitchie observed their departure, her focus fixated on the departing duo.

"It's ready," a mall employee informed Mitchie, passing her a white nylon bag containing her purchases.

"Thank you," she responded, returning to the present moment.

Accepting the nylon bag, she exited the mall and made her way toward her parked vehicle. As she attempted to unlock her car, her name was called from behind, prompting her to pivot around.

"Hello, Mitchie," a chorus of voices reached her ears. Lifting her gaze, Mitchie spotted three women approaching. A mixture of surprise and recognition swept over her—being a celebrity meant encountering various individuals eager to connect with her. She pondered how to best handle the situation.

"Greetings, ladies. How can I be of assistance?" she asked.

"First and foremost, we're huge fans of your music," Angelina began, "and after discussing it, we've concluded that forming a band with you would be a dream come true, if you're amenable."

"Absolutely," another chimed in. "Our aspiration is to become an internationally renowned music group."

Mitchie took a moment to contemplate their proposition, her thoughts racing. Words momentarily failed her, yet a surge of excitement bubbled within.

"I genuinely appreciate your offer. I'm honored, to be honest. How can we coordinate a meeting to delve into this further? I do have some time constraints at the moment," Mitchie elucidated.

"Please don't worry about that," one of the girls reassured her. "We're right here with you—literally. What if we accompany you now? We're fully committed to this endeavor."

"Absolutely," the others concurred in harmony.

Though slightly perplexed, Mitchie agreed, stating, "Alright then."

With the matter settled, they all entered Mitchie's vehicle and embarked on the journey to her house...