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“what about something really simple? Like the Dots?”
    â€œHey, I like it,” Zola says. “Do you think it’s too simple, though?”
    Abigail smiles. “The Dots. No. It’s easy to remember, and that’s good.”
    â€œYeah, I like it too,” I say. “Here, let me try it out. Ladies and gentlemen, for this year’s Spring Fling, I’m pleased to introduce to you a band that’s as fun as their name—the Dots!”
    Abigail and Zola clap and cheer. It makes me laugh.
    After we calm down, I say, “So now that our name is settled, do you guys want to compete in the auditions coming up in a few weeks?”
    â€œYes,” they say at the exact same time.
    â€œBut shouldn’t we perform an original song?” I ask.
    Abigail pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of her back pocket. “Well, I’ve been working on something. We can try it out, if you want to.”
    â€œIs it a cupcake song?” I ask.
    She shakes her head. “No, it isn’t. Lily, you are the one who got us into that mess, so I think you’re the one who gets to work on a cupcake song.”
    Zola looks at us like we are crazy. “Dudes, what are you talking about?”
    â€œLily promised the New Pirates that if we’re chosen to play at the Spring Fling,” Abigail explains, “we’ll play a cupcake song they’ll love.”
    â€œDon’t forget the dance,” I say, cringing. “That was your idea, Abigail.”
    â€œSorry, Lily. If you write the song, I think it makes sense you come up with the dance too,” Abigail says.
    â€œSo what’s the song called you’ve been working on?” Zola asks.
    â€œâ€Šâ€˜Wishing.’ Here, I’ll play a little bit for you.”
    Abigail puts the piece of paper on the music stand in front of her and then strums her guitar and starts to sing.
    â€œI blew on the dandelion, and watched the wishes fly.
    Some fell to the ground while others floated high.
    Maybe life is hard sometimes, but that’s just how it goes.
    If we hope and if we wish, life might change, who knows.”
    She stops playing. “That’s all I’ve got. Sorry. I need to work on the chorus. Maybe you guys can help me?”
    â€œAbigail, that’s really good,” I say. “If we can finish it and then practice like crazy the next couple of weeks, we might have a chance at winning that audition.”
    â€œCan you play it from the top?” Zola asks, which sounds so professional and like we’re really a band.
    That’s when it hits me, and I want to squeal and jump around because I’m in a real band and we have a name and we might even have a song!
    I’m so excited, but I tell myself to calm down because there is still a lot of work to do. Before we’re able to get too far into the song, someone knocks on the studio door. I open the door just enough to peek out and see my mom standing there.
    â€œSorry to bother you,” she says. She’s holding a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. “Isabel just called and I thought you might want to call her back before it gets too late. She said it was important, and she didn’t have your cell number, so she called the house.”
    â€œWe’re right in the middle of something,” I tell her as I take the piece of paper. “I’ll have to wait and call her in a little while.”
    Mom nods. “Well, if you girls want to take a break pretty soon, I bought some peanut-butter cookies at the store. They’re really good.”
    â€œOkay. Thanks.”
    I shut the door and go back to the band. Not just any band. My band—the Dots!

Chapter 5
applesauce cake
GOOD FOR CALMING NERVES
    W e manage to get some more lyrics written to our song, though it’s still not finished. I sing while the girls play the instruments, and we don’t sound half-bad. We don’t sound great yet