Lottie is a 10 year old girl who has big dreams.

"Why won't Cammy let me get a guitar?" She sighs every afternoon. Lottie really wants to be a musician but her big sister -Cammy- won't let her even go near a guitar.

5 years ago, her parents died in a car crash but their guitar somehow survived. But Cammy locked it up in the attic as she believes that it gives bad luck. Lottie goes to Blackheath academy and has 4 besties, Kamile, Millie, Tyra and Leja. Lottie was in the car when the crash happened and paralysed her legs( resulting in being confined to a wheelchair).

Rain poured down outside, turning the windows foggy and gloomy, but that didn't stop the kids at Blackheath Academy from having fun during recess. Bradley and Josh chased each other around the room with makeshift swords made from cardboard tubes, nearly knocking over Nadia and Betty who were building a castle. But Lottie and her besties had bigger plans than that. After all, they were dreamers.

"I think we should call it the Five Friendly Flowergirls!" Tyra said. It was her tenth name suggestion today, and they just kept getting worse. "Or FFF for short."

"No," said Millie, "that's too long. Bands need snappy names, things people can pronounce."

Tyra pondered for a moment. "How about Starfish? Because starfish have five arms, and there are five of us."

"Some starfish have more than five arms," Leja corrected her. "So maybe you should go with Sand Dollar instead."

"We'll come back to the name." Millie looked at Camille, who was sketching with colored pencils on a piece of paper. "Is that a drawing of us? It looks great!"

Lottie peered down at it. Camille had a talent for drawing, and she had created rough representations of the five girls on a stage at a concert. She sat on the right side with a keyboard, Tyra was at the back behind a shiny blue drum set, Leja had a bass guitar covered in flowers, Millie had a microphone with little music notes coming out of it, and Lottie sat next to Millie with an acoustic guitar plugged into an amp, her wheelchair not confining her boundless energy. Above the stage was a neon sign with the words "Insert Epic Band Name Here" written on it.

"That's awesome!" Lottie said. She especially liked the way Camille had drawn her face--happy, content, excited to be there. In this penciled world, she was on stage playing her songs for millions of fans, touching everyone's hearts.

But it was only a drawing of a dream. In real life, she couldn't play guitar because her big sister wouldn't let her. In real life, girls in wheelchairs couldn't be pop stars. Her face fell again, but her best friends didn't let her dwell on the sadness.

"Don't worry, Lottie," said Millie. "I'm sure your sister will let you get your own guitar one day."

"And if she doesn't," added Tyra in a singsong tone, "we'll break into the attic and steal the old one there. Just another day's work for the Quizzical Quintet!"

Lottie rolled her eyes. "Please don't call it that," she sighed. Everyone laughed.

All throughout the afternoon, as she sat through history and chemistry classes, she kept thinking about her parents' guitar sitting alone in the attic. They had shown her chords and notes every day on that guitar, patiently teaching her how to make it sing, attentively listening as she played her own songs and lyrics, as simple as they were back then. One day she would play like that again. But who knew when that day would come?

At the end of the day, as Lottie was gathering up her things to head home, Tyra ran up to her and spun her wheelchair around to talk to her. “You do realize that’s rude, right? Lottie said as she gave Tyra side-eye.

“And do you realize you always say that?” Tyra said as she leaned in close to Lottie’s face. “Your face is giving…sad girl, so stop thinking so much!” Tyra said with a smirk. She turned around and put her hands on her hips. Lottie thought she looked like she’d just won some award or something.

“I’ve come up with the perfect idea for our band name!” Tyra sprinted across the classroom and grabbed the box the teacher used for choosing random people for stuff. “Let’s write words on some pieces of paper and whatever three words get chosen is our new band name!” Kamile, Millie, and Leja all looked at each other and nodded. “Rejected!” They said in unison.

“That’s a stupid idea! You know Kamile is gonna write something totally inappropriate!” Leja said, pointing at the girl she had accused. “She’s right. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Kamile agreed, as she nodded her head and crossed her arms. "You didn't even deny it! Leja said in disbelief.

Millie crept over close to Lottie as a friendly argument started between the girls over the level of stupidity in the group’s latest attempt at coming up with a band name. “Lottie. Why don’t we go with the name of your parents’ old band? You did say they had a band when they were in school, right?” Lottie’s eyes widened as she remembered the story about her parents’ band.

"Hey! We're gonna miss the bus!" Leja said as she glanced at the clock. She began running in place as she waited for the others to grab their stuff. Lottie grabbed her backpack, slung it into her lap, and hurried her wheelchair down the hallway with the rest of the group. Her mind was still stuck on what Millie said. Was giving the band that name the best idea ever or a terrible mistake?