Take Flight (Book 4 of 4) (Scomiche)

Dog Days Are Over

Remember the story I haven't updated in almost a month because I'm terrible? Yeah this one.

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Mitch’s POV

The five of us sat in an intimate circle, talking quietly amongst one another about the coming performances. Everything we’d done up to this point had been perfect. We were never in the bottom for elimination and we were doing incredible, but our heads weren’t getting too big. We were making sure we stayed humble about our success.

Now the nerves were setting in though. The judge’s choice was about to be presented to us and it was our last chance to get into the finale. Sometimes I felt more than confident about making it but the other groups were so good. They were mind blowing and talented. It was intimidating.

I peeked over at Scott while we sat there. It came out a couple of days after our Love Lockdown performance that he and Esther had broken up, and for no given reason. Scott was starting to return to normal though and was acting like his old self again. I couldn’t imagine what had gone wrong and I felt bad that Esther was hurt, but in a way I was really relieved. Of course, that was just the jealousy talking.

Kirstie was officially seeing Matt from the Yellow Jackets, who had been eliminated by now. He came by every week to see her and it made my heart happy to see her with someone that treated her well.

Ben walked in the room with a booklet of papers in his hand. He handed it to Scott and Scott’s eyes went wide. “Whoa.” He said and then turned it around to show everyone in the group.

“Dog Days Are Over”

We all audibly gasped, our emotions filled with excitement and fear. Florence Welch had one of the most gorgeous belts I had ever heard and the song was powerful and uplifting.

“I’m going to ask all of you.” Ben said. “What do you think would be best on this song?”

The five of us looked around and then I looked back to Ben.

“Scott on the lead?” Kevin offered and everyone seemed to agree.

“What about Mitch?” Scott offered and my eyes shot over to him, nervousness rising in my stomach.

“What?” I asked defensively. “Me?”

He smiled at me. “Yeah!” He said. “You’ve barely sang lead this entire competition. Imagine if you sang this one?”

I shook my head quickly and his face fell. Kirstie cleared her throat. “Well, what about the second verse?” She asked. “On the hook when she starts singing those high notes. We could seclude his vocals and then break back into Scott singing the lead!”

Everyone loved the idea, even myself, though I was more than nervous. The next step was arranging, and I felt exposed when the six of us stood there beginning to arrange. I fell quiet and looked down at the cement floor beneath us as the rest of them talked. Then I sat down and took a sip of my water bottle, feeling anxiety rushing through my body, drying my mouth and throat. I tried to calm myself down but I was convinced that I was about to be sick.

I got up quietly and exited the large rehearsal room into the hallway that led to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and stood at the sink, my hands resting on the edge in front of me while I tried to take some deep breaths. I ran the water and splashed the cold, icy substance on my face before looking at myself in the mirror. I felt that I looked good, despite the paleness associated with my attack. I took some more deep breaths and then put my hands on my face. I couldn’t do this. Maybe this wasn’t meant for me.