The name of it is "The Tale of the Party Rockers". It'll be about the rockers themselves, lead by Fussby. When I get Affinity novel maker, I would make it into a novel, but for now, I'll make a draft of the story on the WordPad application. The synopsis is that the rockers are starting their career in being a rock band, and Fussby had a solo career before. It would be about the daily lives of the rockers from the first day of working on their career to their harder challenges. Parts of it would involve the Gogee Penguins trying to rival the rockers as a band to invite to parties. There would be moments where the rockers and the penguins would have a band battle that involves them rocking out to see if Fussby could beat the penguins in an epic rock off. If you're interested, I may give you a preview. (The first lines of the story. Just some paragraphs from Chapter 1. Yes, it's going to be a chapter book.)
Chapter 1: The First Day[]
Fussby was excited to have her friends unite in a band called the Party Rockers. She wrote about starting that band and the newspaper and got lots of hype from furby fans around her. "This is it!" she exclaimed as she jumped out of her couch. "They all want me to give life to my new band with my best friends!" She sent emails to Twittby, Loveby, and Scoffby to see if they're alright. Just like usual, they're alright if not a lot more excited than usual (though Scoffby had a tummy ache from eating all those gummy bears). Fussby went to her recording room to practice auditioning for her first song. She started to sing, "The Party Rockers first rock away, yeah, we got a lot to say! We are the ones to be the beat, and make the music that's neat." Fussby sang happily and eagerly, her room accoustically treated so that her voice didn't reverberate around the room and outside of it. She was excited to hear the press at the nineth cloud excitedly ramble about her upcoming band. She knew this had to be it. She knew she has to get the band together. She went out of her nicely decorated house and went to Twittby's treehouse. Twittby's treehouse is nicely organized. He also had books on how to be the most talkative furby in the world without trouble. He obeyed all books he had that had the right steps to be chatty. As Fussby entered, she immediately heard his voice. She knew she was in for a bit of babbling. "Hey Fussby! How are you doing?" he said, soon exploding into questions. "Have you been practicing for your new band's first song? Have you been writing your lyrics recently? Have you been studying good songwriting? Have you been inspired by other bands?" "Yes to all those things," answered Fussby. "I think that this'll be going better than before!" (There will be more, so please stay tuned until I release my draft. It'll take a while.)