✔️𝐦 𝐚 𝐠 𝐧 𝐨 𝐥 𝐢 𝐚 - ||𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧||

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦

To be fairly honest, Magnolia had waited four hours for the boys to come back. She knew that they made it clear that they'd come back in time for the gig, but she couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly anxious. Something didn't sit well with her the moment she left them behind, maybe she should've went with them.

"By this hour, their probably following Bobby, Trevor, whoever- around like a bunch of puppies." Magnolia responded with a joking tone laced through her voice. The Asian girl did her best to lighten the moon, but it didn't help much to see Julie laughing through her rigid posture. "Are we on yet?"

The Japanese girl looked back on stage, over the Molina girl's shoulder to see Flynn bobbing her head rhythmically, her fingers moving across spintables. The speakers blasted out some catchy pop song, the sound waves practically earthqualing the floor beneath her feet.

Magnolia felt it quite comforting, feeling the beat of the drums and the low drop of the bass. If she could, she would've pressed her hand against the speaker to study every interval and every jump of the beat.

"Is everyone fired up for Julie and the Phantoms?" Flynn called out into the microphone, making the crowd cheer and holler. The dark-skinned girl threw a look towards her best friend, seeing her shake her head lightly, making her frown. She turned back to her mic. "Good! Keep that fire up 'cause we're a bit behind schedule. For now, enjoy these fire beats!"

Flynn tapped something on her laptop, another drop of the bass rumbling vibrations through the entire gymnasium. Everyone between the ages of fifteen-to-eighteen cheered, some dancing and bobbing their head as others--most likely the seniors of Los Felix High School--grinding up against each other as if it were a nightclub.

The dark-skinned girl stalked towards the Puerto Rican girl just as Magnolia's almond-eyes widened in surprise.

"I was told to be here at nine, I'm..." The Doran girl mumbled, pulling back the sleeve of her coat to take a glimpse at her wrist. Julie amusedly stared at the girl as she looked up from her care wrist to the gymnasium clock, red, blocky numbers meeting her eyes. "thirty minutes behind. Sorry, I don't own a watch."

Magnolia smiled sheepishly, making Julie shake her head at her. As Flynn waved the girl down, leaving her spotlight on the stage to approach the Molina girl. As soon as the fashionable teen came into view of the pair, the curly-haired girl couldn't help but raise a brow at the new band name her 'marketing team' had come up with.

"'Julie and the Phantoms'?" Julie repeated the band name as soon as Flynn entered within earshot, making the fashionable teen suck in her cheeks with a small shrug. Magnolia brightened and nodded in approvement, the name ridiculously accurate under these circumstances.

"I like it, sounds like a killer band name." The Japanese girl complimented, leaning forward to add her input. The name made sense, seeing as the Puerto Rican girl was able to control their visibility to the world. She didn't know how'd the boys would react to the band, but she would if they were actually here. Despite the fact, Magnolia liked it, which earned her a smile from the Molina girl.

"I had some free time during French class. You better like it because I registered it on Insta, Snapchat, Twitter-" Flynn bragged, listing off different social media platforms on one hand. She was insistent on the name, trying to convince Julie otherwise if she hadn't liked it. The Molina girl cut her off before the dark-skinned girl could ramble on.

"No, I love it, and so does Maggie." Julie interrupted, Magnolia smiling slightly. Flynn nodded in appreciation as she greeted the spirit girl. She smiled at her best friend, only for her face to contort into concern. "But, I'd love it even more if the rest of the Phantoms were actually here."