So that made the older one – Emma – the sister. Maddie's nod was both in acknowledgment to what the girl said and confirmation to herself that she now knew which girl was which. “I think it's like in their job description or something. For brothers to be annoying.” That seemed like a safe comment to make, anyway.
“Thr–two,” she answered, almost without thinking. “Two brothers. Zach's the oldest, and then there's Dillon, the youngest.” When it came to answering questions about her brothers, she could almost relate it to the three bears from that fairy tale. Zach was the easiest to talk about, DJ, depending on what was asked, was the second easiest to talk about, and Gordy was the most difficult, no matter what was asked.
Maddie smirked with pride, as she did every time someone showed interest in the band. However, it never really lasted long anymore, given the fact that the band hadn't played together as a unit in so long. She was looking forward to George's idea to get everyone back on track. “We've mostly been a cover band so far. Sort of a compilation of all of our favorite types of music. It's been a while since we've played together, though.”
She shrugged. “It can be. Most of the people who play don't play that rough, though.”
“It's cool. My parents didn't let me have one until I was eighteen and even then I didn't use it that much because of how loud it is. They're dangerous, too.” Even Maddie knew that it wasn't a good idea to encourage people their age to want a weapon as unpredictable and dangerous as a gun.
Maddie sucked on her bottom lip, still on guard, but making an attempt to be less so. Or at least make herself look like she wasn't bothered by talking, however casually, to a therapist. She nodded and let her arms fall back to her sides, her hands curling into loose fists.
She glanced at the girls when he asked about them, making a mental note to keep the really good players on her team whenever these two decided to play. Maddie was willing to teach them, but at the same time she wasn't willing to throw a game just because she was teaching a couple of newbies the ropes. She and her teammates could pick up the slack. “Nah, I don't mind. Maybe the next time my team plays against Ledger and Marigold's. They're ruthless, but they're also little kids so they're not exactly stealthy. Easy targets.” Unless someone older was 'guarding' them.