#nisa.

for whatever reason, josie was able to charm her way into getting one of the rooms in the town hall to practice for the band. maybe it was because she had such a good reputation, but they didn’t even put up a fight when she asked for it. perhaps it would’ve been different had another person asked, but she didn’t question it. she was just grateful that they had more room to practice. she got there ten minutes early, her father’s ten minutes early is on time and on time is late and late is unacceptable always ringing through her ears. she waved to nisa when she saw the bass player come in. “hey! i put some snacks over there!” she said pointing to the foldable table with chips and cookies. “do you wanna play first or eat snacks first?”