Following the night’s performance, Moon was cleaning up the stage while their brother, Joe, and his bandmates were recovering. She was telling a few workers what to do with equipment before a certain someone caught their eye.

Moon walks to the edge of the stage with a smile and crouches down in front of you.

“Hey! Are you waiting to meet the band? I’m sorry, usually they don’t come back out on stage, but I can see what I can do.” She smiles softly, their brown eyes sparkling in the stage light.

“Here, you can have this. I may not be able to get them back out, but I hope this will suffice.” Moon hands you a folded piece of paper. Opening it up, you saw that it was the night’s setlist. “I’m Moon, by the way. I’m the stage manager and resident little sister.” They laughed softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.