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C h a p t e r 21

Dubsmash is taking up all my storage lol

One more chapter left, and it will be the end of this book :(

But I hope y'all like this chapter :)

Xx

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| Naomi's POV |

It's been a month since the accident with Lillian's dad. He was released a week after we came to give them our gifts, and he's doing better every day. He's currently staying in one of our spare rooms, and I'm pretty positive he can't wait to move back to his place.

We make a lot of noise in the early morning going to the studio, and a lot of noise coming back in the late hours of the night.

We try to stay home and spend time with him, but with a dead line for our first album, it is becoming very hard to.

"Okay girls, your last song is almost finished being polished. The band will go over the rough areas for notes, and then we will review tomorrow and record until the job is done." Simon looks back down at his list, "Tomorrow we have three songs to record. The last three songs. 'Build You Up', 'Bring It', and 'I Swing Back'!"

We all do a little cheer and victory dance. We've lost so much sleep this past month it's not funny. It's unamerican!

Wait.

We aren't American. Damn there goes my excuse.

"We leave for New York Monday, we will leave again for London on the next Monday-" Lilliana cuts him off.

"Did you just say, New York?" We were all flabbergasted.

"Yes?"

"Why are we leaving for New York?" She asks.

"Your first show is there, didn't you know that?" We shake our heads rapppidly, he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "You were suppose to know about this two weeks ago, Dave, look for that email."

"So. Where are we performing at in NYC?" Asks Carissa.

"Rockwood Music Hall."

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After finding out we were leaving for America, we were so shocked. We still had to pick out clothes, tell our family, put our show together, and then actually do good.

We have one week to get our shit together. Our show had to be perfect, if it ends up bad it will make everyone think that's how we always will be.

It's been over three weeks since we last saw the boys in person, they had to go on a mini tour in Australia. I've always wanted to go there.

We Skype and text as much as we can, which hasn't been much but it's better than nothing. To say that I missed those idiots would be an understatement.

They may be a pain in the arse, but they play a major part in all of our lives. They've helped us with hate, rumors, our music, and they try to help us with fashion.

Key word; try.

Poor lads, but we love them anyways. Oh god I miss them. They will be back two days before we leave, which is a big relief.

"Alright, so we need to start working on choreography again ladies. Positions!" Al, our choreographer, orders.

We all mumble and go back to our spots. We've been practicing for about four or five hours, and I'm sore as fuck.

But it's gonna be worth it. We have the day before we leave off to rest and get ready for our long flight.

After another two hours of working on our moves and music, we were finally able to leave around 9:45 pm.