Luna walked back home humming and strutting to various Queen hits with earbuds in, mostly air strumming to Brian May's guitar notes. Just thirty minutes after finding Jamie singing like the late English front man sent her down a road of nostalgia and started a new streak of listening to the classical rock band. As soon as she would get back to the house, her first instinct was to tell her family about Jamie, his vocal talent, and his anxiety of singing for others. She made it up to the front porch and stepped through the front door. Like always, chaos was the first thing she met at the Loud house. Her siblings were doing their own things while hanging out in the living room and watching TV. Now that she thought about it, maybe it wasn't the best time to tell them yet. But she needed to make sure Jamie could come over. She put down her guitar case and danced her way to the kitchen, electric sliding out of Lana and Lola's way just as they ran out to join the others on the couch. She popped her head in, spotting her father in his usual cooking apron preparing dinner for the family. He too was dancing to a little music playing from his phone.

"Hey Pops!" Luna said as she shuffled her way in. "Sweet dance moves!"

Lynn Sr. turned to his daughter in a hundred-eighty degree turn, pointing two finger guns at her with a wink. "Not so bad yourself, my little Rockstar!" They both exchanged a laugh before turning off his phone. "You listening to old Mick Swagger there?" he asked, pointing to the buds in her ears.

She shook her head, taking them out. "Nah. I've actually been listening to Queen for most of the day."

Her father let out hearty chuckle. "That was a better time! I started listening to them when I was your age. Loved every song from them!" He turned to the sink, cleaning pots and utensils he used for preparation. "In fact, Somebody to Love was on when your mom and I had our first date. It became our song when we danced for the first time."

Luna chuckled, moving forward to stand by his side. Offering a hand, she was given a suds-covered pot to rinse and dry. "Queen made a lot of good memories for you, huh?" she asked, taking a rag and drying out the pot.

"Oh absolutely!" he replied, letting out a happy sigh. His smile quickly fell and his dish-cleaning was put to a stop. "But by the time I turned twenty, poor Freddie died along with that magic voice of his. When your mom found out, she was devastated. She spent a whole week in her room, crying and listening to their songs. I think she loved that voice more than I did."

Luna shared a frown, glancing down at her half-dried pot. "Freddie Mercury meant a lot to her, didn't he?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Of course, I think what hurt her the most was her biggest hope shattered by those news." He slowly got back to cleaning dishes. He handed her a plate.

Luna dried the pot quickly and took the plate. "What hopes?" she asked, wiping the plate down.

Lynn Sr. showed a soft smile. "For one of those first date anniversaries, she hoped that he would sing our song for us. That's how much our first date and Queen meant to her."

Luna let out a trembling breath, trying to hold back the tears. The story of their love letters and their first date melted her heart and inspired her to take a chance with love. But imagining her mother with a shattered dream shook her very core. Through her father's new story, a new inspiration shot across her eyes like a shooting star across the night sky. She put away the dried plate and cleared her throat.

"Hey Pops, is it cool if I go upstairs? There's something I gotta do before I come back down."

"That's fine, sweetie." he replied, giving her an approving wink. "I'll call you down when it's time for dinner."

Without missing a beat, she left the kitchen, picked up her guitar and ran upstairs to her room. Luckily, Luan wasn't in to crack a corny joke or pry into her sister's plan. She closed the door and called Jamie. Luckily, he sent her a text message earlier to make sure she got it. She added his contacts in and called his number. His end of the phone rang twice before he answered.

'Hey Luna. What's up?'

"Change of plans." Luna replied. "I was gonna show you off to my parents as well, but you can sing to them for another time. For now, my siblings will be your audience."

'Did something happen?'

"Nah, dude. Nothing bad. I'll give you the details when you get here tomorrow-… Crap…!"

'What's wrong?'

"I forgot to ask my dad if you could come over…"

Dinner came around the corner for the Loud family. Luna was able to get the thumbs up from both parents to bring Jamie over for the following day. Once dinner was over, she called for an emergency sibling meeting. Despite most of their objections, they gathered anyway. They met in Lori and Leni's room for discussion of a new subject.

"This emergency sibling meeting is now in session!" Lori said, smacking a slipper on Leni's sewing table. "We won't bother reading the minutes from the last meeting and get to the matter at hand. Luna has the floor."

Luna stood from Lori's bed and made her way to the center of the room. All eyes were on her.

"Alright. I called this meeting for two things: the first thing is that I have a favor to ask from all of you." she started. "As you all know, I have a friend coming over tomorrow. His name is Jamie, and like myself, he loves to jam and rock."

"Come on! Get to the point!" Lola exclaimed impatiently, filing her nails.

Luna gave her little sister a glare before continuing on. "He has an anxiety with singing in front of people, and I want to help him out."

"It sounds like your friend Jamie is suffering from glossophobia: the fear of public speaking, or in this case, public singing." Lisa implied, adjusting her glasses. "There have been many studies of what can cause this. Did he ever say?"

"Yeah. His voice used to crack really bad going through puberty and he got picked on a lot because of it." Luna replied, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Ah yes. Bullying has always been a constant lead to the deterioration of one's self-confidence, self-image, the will to enjoy one's passions without prejudice or oppression and more… tragic results."

"So, what does your friend have to do with us?" Lincoln asked.

Luna took a deep breath. "Earlier today, I was able to convince him to sing for me. Now I want to take it to the next level to build that confidence of his back up. So, if it's not too much to ask, could you be his audience tomorrow?"

She had hoped for a big yes. Instead, her siblings let out nine loud boring groans, those on the two beds laid back in response while others just looked up. Lily played with her blanket in Luan's lap, not paying much attention or understanding the discussion anyways.

"Oh, come on you guys!" Luna snapped. "He really needs this!"

"Luna, we literally have better things to do than sit down and listen to some guy sing." Lori said flatly, leaning her hand against the sewing table.

"I bet he's not even that good!" Lynn added, tossing her soccer ball in between hands.

"Yeah." Luan said, sitting up from Leni's bed. "Some people just can't measure up! Hahaha! Get it?"

Luna rolled her eyes while everyone else groaned again. "Guys, listen. If you just give Jamie a chance, I guarantee that he's gonna blow all of you away just like he blew me away today!"

"Why do you feel the need to help him anyways?" Lucy asked in her usual monotone and emotionless voice. "Do you have feelings for him?"

"What?! No! I just met the guy!"

"Then what is it, Luna?" Leni asked.

Luna closed her eyes tight and held her hand up, silencing everyone. She took a few breaths until the red faded away from her face. "Because he has a voice you think you would never hear coming from another living person."

A possible reference of life and death intrigued Lucy, leaning her in closer. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Luna placed a hand over her heart. Remembering Jamie's voice filled it with pride and hope. Her brown eyes grew soft and her mouth formed a big smile, almost showing all of her teeth. "He sings just like Freddie Mercury." she replied.

Her answer filled the room with silence. The siblings looked to one another, especially the older siblings after Lincoln with the exceptions of Lisa and Lucy, wondering whether to believe Luna or not. But why would she lie? Could it be possible?

Lola, however, had a question for Luna in a rather blunt and dimwitted fashion.

"Who the heck is Freddy Mercury?"

Everyone facepalmed themselves. Lily did the same, only imitating her siblings' behavior.

Lisa cleared her throat. "Farrokh Bulsara, or as we all know him as Freddie Mercury, was the lead singer and pianist for the famous British rock band Queen. He was well known for his four-octave vocal range and his flamboyant stage persona. The world knew him well as one of the best musicians in history. No doubt our sister Luna knows this very well. Unfortunately, he died at the age of forty-five due to bronchopneumonia as a complication of acquired immune deficiency syndrome."

Everyone just looked at her silently with confusion written all over their faces from her last statement.

"Died from what now?" Lynn asked.

Lisa sighed. "He died from AIDS."

Luna pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, how he died isn't important."

"I disagree."

"My point is when Jamie sings, it's like Freddie Mercury's back from the dead! He sings just like him! I know it sounds crazy, but it's true!"

Lana raised her hand. "Sorry sis, but I'm having trouble understanding all of this. I don't even know what this Mercury guy even sounds like."

"Hang on." Lincoln said, pulling out his phone. He swiped the screen a few times and tapped it once. "Here: this is what he sounds like." He held up his phone for everyone to hear just as a song started to play.

We are the champions, my friends!

And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end!

The song caught everyone's attention, especially Lynn's. Her eyes lit up as soon as she heard those first two verses. "Hey! I know this song! It would play just after every game! I've always wondered who sang this!" She held her soccer ball high and swayed back and forth to the tune.

"I've always liked Another One Bites the Dust." Lucy said. "I'm not a fan of its upbeat tempo, but its concept of death by lead fascinates me."

"I think We Will Rock You is Queen's best song." said Lincoln. "It helps pep me up for whatever the day brings."

"Yeah, no. Crazy Little Thing Called Love is the best song." Lori argued.

"Nuh-uh! We Are the Champions!" Lynn exclaimed.

Different song titles were mentioned by each sibling. It seemed each one had a favorite song from Queen. This eventually led to an argument about which song was better, but the more they debated, more excitement filled the room. Luna finally got their attention. She just had to get it.

"Guys! Guys! Back to the matter at hand!" she said. "Just imagine Jamie singing those songs with that voice! Doesn't it sound awesome?"

"So, you're telling us your friend sounds like that when he sings?" Lori asked as a thrill built up in her. In fact, everyone was thrilled about the idea.

"Exactly!" Luna laughed. "The only thing stopping him from sharing this talent to us is this anxiety of his! I want to do whatever it takes to help him get over it. So, what do you say? Will all of you help?"

Everyone but Luna huddled together and whispered in a group. It was difficult to understand due to their voices muttering over one another. Once they were done, they turned back to Luna. No longer were they able to hold back their enthusiasm.

"YES!" they all exclaimed.

Everything was going according to plan. Everyone was on board. But deep in the back of Luna's mind, something was missing. Jamie was coming over tomorrow and her siblings agreed to be his practice audience. What else could make this experience better? Then it hit her.

"I got another idea!" she announced. Her siblings drew their attention to her. "If I can get Sam and Tabby to come over as well, we can turn this little therapy session into a personal concert! We can listen to Jamie sing in the garage while we play and get the full experience! Does that sound good with everyone?"

They all nodded unanimously.

"Perfect!"

"Are Mom and Dad going to watch too?" Lola asked.

"No no no! We can't let them!" Luna exclaimed, waving her hands forward.

Her siblings looked at her puzzled with tilted heads and raised eyebrows.

"Why not?" Leni asked.

"Well…" Luna cleared her throat. "Mom and Dad are who I want to talk about next for this meeting, but I'll save that for tomorrow. It's a good thing they'll be out all day. If this music therapy session goes off without a hitch, then I have a special plan for them. So, who's ready for some Rockin' tomorrow?!"

"WE ARE!"