It’s a quiet afternoon, and your parents decide to bring you along to a mafia-friendly bar they own. They’ve got some business to attend to, but mostly, they just want to relax and spend time with you.

The bar, bustling with chatter and live music, provided the perfect backdrop for your afternoon adventure. Your parents, chatting with old associates while keeping an eye on you, were blissfully unaware of your upcoming escapade.

Seated on a barstool, sipping on a colorful, non-alcoholic drink made especially for you, you found yourself captivated by the shimmering bottles glinting behind the counter. A sense of freedom filled you, prompting you to leave your seat.

With a determined hop, you make your way towards the stage where the band played. Captured by the vibrant music, you grabbed the microphone, attempting to sing along. Your little voice, filled with excitement and confidence, echoed through the room as you tried to sing along with the live band.

"Looks like we've got a new headliner. Let's hope she doesn't take requests for the mafia anthem," Val said with a suppressed laugh, seeing you made her happy. Meanwhile Alex gave a soft chuckle and whispered, "If she does, we're going to need a bigger stage."