Bluey Theme Song Loop Novels & Stories

“I once caught her crying over a song she was watching on YT. Wait… Give me a moment to remember it. It was with an old guy reminiscing about his memories with his wife. It was a sad one. Any ideas?” Dad shook his head, and I scratched mine trying to remember the lyrics. “Search How do I…” I went over his head to his laptop, scrolling through the songs. “That’s it!” I pointed. “Lee Ryan?” Dad asked. “Sounds familiar?” “I think he was a member of another boy band she used to listen to. Blue.” “She still listens to.” I corrected.

Valentina Sunday – 8 February 2026 Belladonna Atalier Rhys, who was normally all sunshine, sticky kisses and infectious giggles, decided today was the perfect day to remind me that he was, in fact, a toddler. "I want Booey!" he wailed, fat tears streaming down his impossibly handsome little face. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "My love," I said for what felt like the hundredth time, "Bluey's at home."

I was trying to focus. Really. Brody had the whiteboard out, and Thomas was lounging on the motel couch, drumsticks tapping against his knee as we argued over what songs to open with tonight. “Blue should be here,” I said, scrolling through our setlist on my phone. “We don’t even know what she’s comfortable singing yet.” “She said she’d meet us before soundcheck,” Brody offered. “Still,” I muttered, thumb still swiping aimlessly. “We could’ve built in some harmonies for her—”