The limousine stopped in front of the third house on Kulick Street. The home was modest and well kept despite its proximity to the heart of downtown Sioux Falls.

Two women stepped out of the limousine and immediately roused the attention of the people around them.

Everyone either knew who they were or were stunned to see two people dressed like characters you would see in a summer blockbuster. Regardless, the women were sure of one thing, they were being recorded.

Aubrey and Chloe smiled at each other as they approached the front steps.

Samantha Sylvan was lost in her Nintendo Switch. The game system seemed to be the only thing that offered her some serotonin, her mind still replaying the events of the previous night.

Within an hour she went from being on top of the world to feeling like crap all because of some jerk who stole her guitar. Sure she cried, but what broke her heart even more was seeing her mother and father cry when they thought she wasn't looking.

So Sam turned up the volume and drowned out the world.

Or at least she tried to but several rapturous knocks on the door put the kibosh on those plans.

"I suppose I'll get it," Samantha grumbled. Her parents were standing by the window while their daughter sulked on her way to the door.

Naturally, the twelve-year-old was too short to see through the peephole. Chalk it up to yet another way the universe tormented her.

When she opened the door, the last thing she expected to see was the two people who awaited her on the other side.

"Holy shit!"

Chloe chuckled at the child's use of profanity, as did Aubrey.

For a few seconds, the three of them just stood there while Sam Sylvan scrambled to figure out if she was dreaming or not.

The lead guitarist and bass player from Generation II are standing on my front porch. Smiling…at me. No way is this real?

Sam's parents were equally as floored. The band's representatives called them and told them that they had heard what happened and wanted to do something special for their daughter, but they were expecting flowers, or a gift certificate, not two rock icons decked out in full makeup and uniform showing up at their home.

"Oh my god!" Sam screamed. "Mom! Dad! Look who it is."

"Hi, Samantha. It's good to see you again," Chloe said warmly.

Sam watched as a massive crowd of her neighbors gathered around her yard to watch the interaction.

"I'm Aubrey," the Angel of Nature extended her hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" she smiled.

Sam shook her hand.

The twelve-year-old nervously gestured for a hug which the ladies eagerly accepted.

"We heard about what happened last night." Chloe crouched down on one knee.

"And hon, we're not going to let that slide," Aubrey said. She made a waving motion and two assistants stepped out of the limo and fished out of the trunk two guitars.

A White Les Paul and a Cherry Red Standard bass with a black pickguard.

"These are for you," Aubrey smiled.

"No way!" Sam's eyes lingered on the instruments being handed to her by her favorite musicians. Her eyes scanned the guitars; taking in every detail. Every nook and cranny of their sleek finishes.

"Please stay for a while," she asked.

Aubrey and Chloe looked at each other and then back down at Samantha.

"Sure," they said.

"Lynn wanted us to give you her regards, sweetie. She had to fly to Los Angeles for work, but she said otherwise she'd be here with us," Aubrey said.

"And Lilly is with her husband and children," Chloe added.

"I still can't believe you guys are here," Samantha said. "Do you like pot roast? Mom's cooking it for dinner."

"I love pot roast," Chloe said as if the young girl asked the million-dollar question.

"Sweet," Sam said.

The musicians made themselves comfortable on the couch. It felt surreal to them, as much as Chloe and Aubrey couldn't believe they were in a quaint living room in a small home in South Dakota; Samantha and her parents were probably trying to convince themselves that they weren't dreaming.

"Chloe," Samantha began. Chloe looked up at the young girl, eager to help her with whatever she was about to ask. "How did you guys come up with the Angel thing?"

Chloe looked at Aubrey. Unsure of how to answer, luckily the blonde handled it for her.

"I'm sorry sweetie but we can't answer that," Aubrey said. "We're saving that story for a television special. It'll be airing on A&E in a few months."

"You can't even give me a little hint?" Samantha wheedled.

Chloe sighed. "It was our drummer. She came up with the idea." Chloe hated having to disappoint another child. "That's all I can say," she put forth her best fake smile.

Aubrey put her finger to her lips to swear Sam to secrecy and the child did the same, readily agreeing.

An hour flew by while the singers regaled the child with stories from their travels and past tours. Aubrey and Chloe soon noticed another child appear seemingly out of nowhere, then another, until there were five kids around Samantha's age.

Chloe and Aubrey couldn't prove it but they suspect that the girl texted her friends and told them to hurry and get over to her house; that two rock stars were sitting in her living room.

The ladies didn't mind. Chloe had an easier time with it than Aubrey who broke down and asked Sam's parents if they had any Aspirin or Tylenol; the headache she'd tried to hide had grown significantly worse.

"Can we see the guitars?" one of Sam's friends asked.

Samantha quickly fetched them.

An idea formed in Chloe's head. "Hey Sam, do your parents have an amp?"

The girl thought for a second and then went to ask her parents.

"What are you thinking Chlo?" Aubrey asked.

"I'm thinking we blow their minds," a devious smile fixed itself on Chloe's face.

"You sure our songs are appropriate?" Aubrey quirked an eyebrow.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Bree, they brought Sam to our concert last night. Obviously, she's mature enough."

"I suppose you're right."

Chloe chewed on her bottom lip, "Can you sing Hard-Wired?"

"Yeah," the blonde said.

Chloe opened her mouth to say something but then decided against it.

"What?" Aubrey asked.

"I was thinking about whether or not we could do Lying in The Wake, but we can't without Lynn."

"You could do one of your songs," Aubrey suggested.

"Might have to," Chloe said.

Samantha returned with her parents who informed the duo of a Fender amp in their possession.

Which is how everyone found themselves out in the backyard fifteen minutes later. Naturally, Sam and her friends took up the first few rows. The borders of the fences were lined with neighbors and spectators standing on their tiptoes, some of them holding their phones to record the once-in-a-lifetime event.

"One, two, three, four!" Chloe and Aubrey shouted then immediately segued into Hard Wired.

Something felt off about Aubrey's performance. It took Chloe a minute before she picked up on the fact that the blonde's reflexes and timing were off.

Aubrey could blame it on their lack of a drummer, but for guitarists of their caliber, such a thing should be a minor setback.

This was no coincidence and Chloe filed it away for later, forcing herself to stay in the moment.

Aubrey and Chloe were met with whistles and cheers once their set was finished. They thanked everyone for their support and posed for pictures.

"Hey Sam, want us to sign these guitars?" Chloe asked.

"Hell yeah!" the girl said then quickly covered her mouth when she realized that she cursed in front of her parents. Fortunately, they didn't seem to mind.

Samantha couldn't believe her luck. After everything, she now had two autographed guitars, actually used in concert by her idols, in her possession.

Last night was amazing, but today was officially the greatest day of her life.

Chloe and Aubrey kept their promise and stayed for dinner.

When it came time for goodbyes things ended up tearful on both ends.

"I'm so glad you guys came over," the child sniffled while she hugged them goodbye. "You guys inspire me so much. I don't care what anybody says, you are the coolest band ever."

"Thank you, sweetie," Chloe chirped.

"We're glad you had fun," Aubrey said.

On the walk back to the limo, the ladies wiped their eyes. Their makeup smeared, and Aubrey was pretty sure she got some of it on Samantha, but the child probably didn't notice or care.

Awkward silence greeted them when they got inside and Aubrey decided that simply just would not do after such an eventful day.

"Well, that was an adventure, huh?" Aubrey leaned over to buckle her seatbelt.

"Your reflexes were off. You're fucked up aren't you?" Chloe chided.

Aubrey met Chloe's warning gaze. She couldn't help but swallow the lump in her throat. "I-I had a little bit to drink last night," she said.

Chloe scoffed. "More than a little, Aubrey."

"Right," Aubrey nodded. "I'm sorry."

Chloe huffed then leaned back against the seat. "Just don't let it happen again. We can't afford any more drama. Not when the band's come so far."

"Of course." Aubrey quickly agreed, hoping Chloe would drop the subject. When a couple of minutes passed without another word from her friend, Aubrey felt comfortable enough to finally relax.

It was dark when the limo arrived at the Embassy Suites. The ladies parted without so much as saying a word to each other.

Once their people helped them out of their costumes, the techs raced to load them onto the trucks while Aubrey and Chloe went up to their rooms to shower and wash off their makeup.

The blonde tried everything she could think of to keep her mind occupied. Reading a book, watching television, social media; but nothing seemed to quell the nagging feeling.

The refrigerator proved to be the soothing voice that guided her through the storm.

Aubrey's life raft.

It called out to her.

The blonde pushed through her fatigue and crawled on her knees towards the box. Guilt welled up inside of her, but once Aubrey caught a glimpse of her reflection and the events of the day bubbled up to the surface.

The musician practically flung the door open and reached for the first bottle of alcohol she could find.

She promised Chloe she'd take it easy.

Aubrey thought back to Samantha. How the little girl hugged her, told her she was the coolest person ever, how much she and Chloe inspired her, the girl's friends cheering; putting them up on a pedestal. Hailing them as heroes.

Hailing Aubrey as a hero.

Tears trickled down her face and Aubrey raised the tiny bottle to her lips and quickly downed the contents.

She hated herself, and she couldn't stop.

Chloe clutched her pillow tightly; she hadn't left her spot on the bed since she got out of the shower.

The rockstar heaved and sobbed, then sniffled some more thinking of her little boy. It was unbearable how much she missed Connor.

Missed how they used to snuggle, color pictures, or play the license plate game on car rides.

She missed the days when she didn't dread going back to her house; or back to her hotel suite.

Chloe thought back to the beginning, her mind replayed everything while she struggled to figure out how she'd come to arrive at such a low point in her life.