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-Dreams pov-
Today was the day. The day I try to impress George. The only thing was.. I have nothing to wear. FUCK.

-Georges pov-
Don't get me wrong, im excited. However, I don't know what to expect. Who knows how Clay will sound? Maybe he's shit.. maybe he's really really good.

All I know is that I need to get ready. I  cant make a bad impression.

This suit will do. It's black with a blue striped tie. I tried to make my hair look nice. It's gotten quite messy again though.

I hope I look presentable.

-Dreams pov-
FUCK.
This is a disaster. The performance is in 2  hours and I have to be there 1hour early. Ive only god 1hour to get ready.

I rummage through my older brothers prom clothes from a couple years ago.

"These have to fit" I say to myself holding  up black trousers in the mirror.

I quickly shove my trousers on.

Shit. I don't have a shirt.

I have to improvise. Surely a school shirt will do?

"Heh"

It doesn't look too bad. I put on my blazer. I look quite smart. I'm proud.

However.. my hair.

It was a pigsty.

Who goes out looking like a bird nest is on their head? NOT ME!

I wet my hair and put some gel in it.

"5 minutes. That was a tight one."

"Fuck that didn't sound right"

Despite what I just said, I had only 5 minutes to get to the studio. It's 5 minutes away, gladly.

I drive as fast I can. (In the speed limit ofc)

Holy shit. I made it just in time.

The band kindly greet me and I'm off.

It's time to practice.

I'm the lead singer.. well kinda.

There's Wilbur.

Sure he's okay.. not as good as me though.

He's cool though. We're quite close. He's like Sapnap. My bestfriend.

I needed some help though. We need to change the song. I NEED to impress George. And the only way to do that is to sing my favourite song by us.

~heatwaves~

Heatwaves is by far the best song we've made.

There's one thing wrong though.

I'm the only one who knows the whole song.

Ranboo, our drummer knows some of it.. I guess.

And jack our guitarist.. he's useless for this.

I need ranboo to lean the song.

*
I frantically run round backstage trying to find Ranboo. I enter the "drum practice" and there he is.

"RANBOO"

"FUCKING HELL. I mean.. frick!"

Ranboo NEVER swears.

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