Hoi Hoi Hoi, NyanToDaMax here, and yes, welcome back. This tribute is honestly one of my favorites, and so far, she's the one who's got the furthest. I hope you enjoy a lighthearted story this time!

Name: Meredith "Merry" Cypress

Gender: Female

Age: 14

District: 7

Appearance: Long, tangled brown hair, slight freckles, and tanned skin

At the time of this story, Merry's band has just been formed. Merry is thirteen.

"Bye mom! Bye dad! I'm off to meet the others!" I yelled over my shoulder.

"Merry, hold it!" My mother grabbed my hand before I could dash out the door with my brand-new violin.

"You can't go out there on your own! It's dangerous out there!"

"Rosie, Merry is thirteen! You need to give 'er room to stretch 'er wings, ya know? Plus, I made that violin for 'er. It needs a test run!" My father's gruff voice floated out of the kitchen. There's a hint of good humor in his words. My mother made an exasperated noise.

"Well then at least grab your coat-" my mother didn't need to finish. My purple jacket was already out of the closet and in my hand as I dashed out the door.

"Seeya later, mom and dad!"

"GUYS!" I called. I could see the six of my friends, sitting on some benches in the park. I cringed; they were clearly waiting for me.

"Late again, Merry? What was it this time?" Harley teased me. I stuck out my tongue at him as I gently placed my violin case on the ground.

"It looks like everyone in our band is here!" Harmony smiled brightly. Apollo grinned, clearly eager to get started.

"Now that we're all here, are we gonna practice?" He asked. Zach took a puff of his inhaler and looked around at Harmony.

"Uh, speaking of practicing, where exactly should we do so?" he asked. The six of us fell silent.

"We didn't think this through, did we?" Harley chuckled. Indigo smiled sheepishly.

"U-Uh… I have a suggestion…?" Thistle had put down her book and raised her hand. She looked terrified at the very prospect of speaking.

"What is it, sis? We're listening." Apollo encouraged her.

"H-How about o-our garage, Apollo…? O-Our parents are o-out today…" she murmured.

"That's a great idea, Thistle!" Harmony and I yelled simultaneously. Startling Thistle into hiding behind her book again. Apollo gave us both a withering look.

"It is a good idea, sis. Our neighbors wouldn't mind either; most of them enjoy music, I'm sure." Apollo reassured Thistle. Zach suddenly stood up.

"Woah woah, hold it. How am I gonna get my drum set to your-"

"We'll figure something out. Let's go to your place, Apollo!" Indigo yelled excitedly.

"Your drum set is heavy, Zach!" Harmony whined as she helped me set the bass drum on the ground. Zach shrugged as he took another puff of his inhaler.

"There's no way I'd be able to carry this thing around myself, you know. What with my asthma and all. Thistle placed down on of the cymbals too quickly, causing her to jump as they clashed.

"You should be glad that my parents left the truck at home. Otherwise we wouldn't have been able to carry all this here." Apollo pointed out. Harley hopped out of the truck with his guitar. He had a mischievous look on his face.

"What did you do, Harley?" I sighed. Harley whirled around to shush me, but he banged his guitar on the door of the truck, causing all of us to cringe.

"Be careful with your guitar, Harley! It's not a cowbell like mine!" Indigo scolded him. Harmony clapped her hands three times to catch our attention.

"Hey everyone! Are we gonna get started or no?" Thistle looked up from her book and nodded in agreement.

"I'll drive the truck out of the way." Apollo made to hop into the driver's seat, but the second he sat down, there was a loud fart noise and he immediately leapt up. A whoopie cushion had been placed there.

"Harley!" I yelled at him. Harley was doubled over with laughter. It could not have been more clear that he was the one who did it.

"Aw come on! It's a classic!" He laughed. Zach smacked Harley on the shoulder.

"Quit horsing around, idiot!" he growled. Apollo shrugged and tossed Harley's whoopie cushion away.

"Wow, we sound great together!" Harmony exclaimed happily. It was now late afternoon, and we had just finished practicing a song the Harmony had written herself. Apollo and Zach high-fived each other. Indigo gave a celebratory clonk of her cowbell. Even Thistle smiled positively.

"Th-that was a wonderful song, Harmony…" she murmured. I moved my violin from my shoulder; it was starting to hurt.

"Hey, don't you guys think we should have a band name?" I asked excitedly. Harley perked up.

"Duh! What's a band without a name?" He laughed. Thistle looked up from her book.

"H-How about 'The Magic'…?"

"That's nice, but maybe 'The Sound' would be nice too." Zach mused.

"Hmmm, that's sounds a bit simple. How about Sun Warriors?" Apollo suggested.

"No, 'Moonlight!'" Indigo chimed in.

"What about 'The Pranksters'! You know?" Harley chuckled.

"What about… 'The Brightside'?" I offered. Harmony was deep in thought while we speculated about possible band names. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers.

"How about 'Evergreen'? Because just like the Evergreen Tree, we stay fresh all year round!" Harmony explained excitedly.

"It's got a good ring to it." Zach agreed.

"I like it…" Thistle smiled.

"That's a great idea, Harmony! I can hear that name being called by a crowd!" I exclaimed. Everyone in the room was nodding in consent. Harmony looked delighted.

"Well, if there are no objections, from this day on, our band will be known as Evergreen!" Harmony put her hand in the center of the group.

"Who's with me?" One by one, our hands joined hers.

"GO EVERGREEN!" we cheered, throwing our hands into the air.

I hope this story doesn't look rushed. I did make it in a single day, after all. Merry is one of my all-time fav tributes, and I hope this little one-shot gave you some insight onto her life!

So thank you guys so much for reading, and me, NyanToDaMax145, will see you guys next time! BOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!