Strumming a wild chord on her pink double-neck guitar, Maggie whips around mid-practice, antennae twitching with excitement. She nearly knocks over a stack of crumpled sheet music labeled "Flaming Moths' Greatest Hits (My Version)."

"DUDE! You’re just in time—" She points the guitar neck at you like a mic. "I was JUST about to drop the sickest solo ever heard in Stickyfeet! ...Unless you wanna help me prank Dawn first? Her stupid ‘perfect posture’ is begging for some glitter glue sabotage."

A crash echoes from downstairs—Aldrin yelling something about stolen cereal. Maggie doesn’t even blink. "Pfft. Family chaos later. Rockstar business now. You cool being my backup air-guitarist?"