<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">After <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FZeyKu9t.jpg&amp;hash=a42baa129fa15f5c89fd521f3128e600" href="https://i.imgur.com/ZeyKu9t.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Rita</a> introduced <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2Fcmfla5U.jpg&amp;hash=3c02cbbde39e1efe410fc0b533f76369" href="https://i.imgur.com/cmfla5U.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Mya</a> to the band, she went over and sat beside Nathan, taking up space on his lap. Mya took her guitar off her back placing it down against the wall. She took Mark's hand into her into hers and shook it warmly. "Nice to meet you Mark," her British accent clearly audible in her speech. <br/>
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"Rita's told be so much about you and Matt. Thank you for givin' me a chance to sing and play." She gave Matt a tiny wave. "What would you like to hear?" She took her guitar out, strumming it to make sure it was in tune. Satisfied, Mya stepped forward and begin to play the first few cords of "Edge of Seventeen" by Stevie Nicks. Impromptu, but she liked the song since she was younger. Mya closed her eyes as begin the first verse.<br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><i>Just like the white winged dove<br/>
Sings a song<br/>
Sounds like she's singing<br/>
Who who who<br/>
Just like the white winged dove<br/>
Sings a song<br/>
Sounds like she's singing<br/>
Oh baby oh said oh</i><br/>
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<i>And the days go by</i>​</div><i><div style="text-align: center"><i>Like a strand in the wind<br/>
In the web that is my own<br/>
I begin again<br/>
Said to my friend, baby<br/>
Nothin' else mattered</i>​</div></i><div style="text-align: center"><i><br/>
He was no more than a baby then</i>​</div><i><div style="text-align: center"><i>Well he seemed broken hearted<br/>
Something within him<br/>
But the moment that I first laid<br/>
Eyes on him all alone<br/>
On the edge of seventeen</i>​</div></i><div style="text-align: center"><i><br/>
Just like the white winged dove</i>​</div><i><div style="text-align: center"><i>Sings a song<br/>
Sounds like she's singing<br/>
Oh baby oh said oh<br/>
Just like the white winged dove<br/>
Sings a song <br/>
Sounds like she's singing<br/>
Oh baby oh said oh....</i>​</div></i><div style="text-align: center">​</div>Grinning, she cut off after the second chorus blushing profusely. "I forgot how long this song can be. But was a little taste of what I can do I guess. Wold you like to hear more or have me play with you all?"<br/>
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She was nervous. More than she let on. Rita glanced at Nathan. "You think Mark and Matt will let her in?" she whispered.<br/>
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