"It's not about the tips, Alex." The brunette's chains resonated as he got down from the trunk. "It's about playing music, connecting with people, making a difference in their day. I just... I wish I had my guitar."
Suddenly, Luke spun and the brown instrument materialized on his arms. My mouth gaped open. "Woah, that was rad! How'd you do that?" Reggie questioned.
"I don't know. I-I-I mean I wished for it, then it came in my hands." 
The dark-haired boy crouched and left a space between his palms. "I-I wish I had a puppy... A hamster? ...Pizza?" When neither of the desired items arrived, he groaned, kicked the sand, and sat down. He really loves his pizza.
"Maybe you need strength or something..." I calmly supported him. Shakily, I zipped my leather backpack and grabbed my tambourine. My fear controlled me less than what we needed: positive vibes. We need this, and having hope is our top priority now. "But, hey, I think I know something that might lift our spirits. Heh, spirits." 
I made a strumming signal to Luke. He immediately understood, so upbeat chords began to play. I did a little dance with my shoulders. If this doesn't help, I don't know what will. 
Come on, Reginald!
Alex joined in as well. He created the beat by tapping his hands and thighs.
A one, two, three, four
The flannel wearer's face instantly lit up. There's the smile! He sprung from the ground and sang his little heart out.
Can you, can you hear me?
(Yep, loud and clear)
We gotta get, we gotta get ready
Arms wide open, Reggie hopped to the stump. We followed behind him.
('Cause it's been years)
I hit the tambourine against my hip as usual. I wasn't planning on singing, but I could spice up the tune with the tiny cymbals. We skipped, jumped, and joked around the palm trees and pedestrians.
Whoa ooh, this band is back
Whoa ooh, this band is back
Whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo
Reggie moved over some silver chairs while the rest of us danced in people's faces.
Can you?
(Yes, we can)
Can you hear me?
(Loud and clear)
We gotta get (wanna get)
We gotta get ready
'Cause it's been years, hey!
Whoa ooh, this band is back
Whoa ooh, this band is back
"You won't find the speaker. It's direct spot audio. I heard about it in a TED talk," one of the Californians said. 
Whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo
 I had no idea what a third of those words meant, so I shrugged and continued dancing with the rest of the boys.
Whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo
Pa-ra-da-da-da-da-da-da
Pat-pat-pat-da-da-da-da-da-da