Future Traded Yestoday

10

They've done it. They've officially done it.

And to think we were safe.

We were naive and ignorant and all the fancy words for straight up stupid. We had come under the illusion that we were separate from the rest and that we had security in our future together.

Instead, they came with their fog horns and blinding lights to clear away the illusion, dropping us into a world of insecurity. I feel like a kitten who hasn't opened his eyes yet but was stripped from his mother.

I should probably call my mother because it's been a while, but then that means I'd have to tell her what happened. If she doesn't already know. I have no clue how much they tell her or don't.

It started yesterday morning when the older half of the group got pulled out of class. Well, older half plus the oldest of the younger half. But minus the new guy that keeps clinging to me. And I think I saw the guy that had been pulled from another group to join us on occasions.

The kid closest to the door, the Canadian one, managed to hear something about a special dance project and something titled "Bassbot." He said there was another name mentioned, but he didn't quite catch it.

We had expected them to come back in, especially since the lesson wasn't finished, but they never did. We only saw them for vocal and rap lessons later on, and when we waited up for them that night to see what was going on, they were too tired and just went to the showers and bed.

This continued on for a while. A lot longer than we ever hoped considering we weren't getting any answer other than "it's a dance project."

Mostly, we were scared- and still are- that we're being weeded out.

I overheard the kid younger than me on the phone with who I presume was his parents tonight. He was crying telling them about how he had been working so hard and dancing for so long-- just to be left out now.

Which is exactly why I can't call my mom. I'd be doing the same thing that he was doing.

Not that we're jealous, per say, that they get this dance opportunity. We had talked about it at lunch today and came to the conclusion that we're very excited to see what this will turn out to be.

We're just confused what we're doing wrong at the moment.

Or maybe we aren't doing something wrong. Not like we were getting any answers to know otherwise. Except this one rumor. A rumor that I forgot if I had made it up myself in a dream or if I had heard it somewhere on the whim of a whisper.

Regardless, the rumor mentioned the younger portion of us being too young and we just didn't fit the image of whatever "Bassbot" means. This being said, whoever's in charge had a different plan for us. Something along the lines of performing for a kid's show and getting a foothold there.

I made the mistake of mentioning this rumor to the kid the same age as me and later found him trying to make himself appear older. It didn't work that well.

It wasn't the rumor that was bothering us as much as the fact that we were going to eventually be split up. Especially since this rumor didn't involve a plan for the new guy. After roughly a year and a half together- based on the date the new guy had given us when he came- we didn't know how to be separate. We were growing up together and forming our own family from forced groupings, and that can't just be taken away.

So even as we finally got to watch what they had worked so hard for, even as we started training for our own project, it was still in the front of our minds that this wouldn't last.

Not even one of my best friends before all of this joining us made it better. Alright, it made it slightly better because I had missed him, but it certainly didn't fix everything. Even though now my birth year was the dominant year because we said so.

We just hated being left behind because we're "too young."