Y/N POV
Well, the last three days were stressful to say the least. Mark was sick so we had to stay at the hotel for two more days than expected. Charles wouldn't get off their backs about it.
It's not like there were any performances on those days anyways! But we did have to rush to make it to last night's performance. Everything went smoothly though! "I never thought screams could be so fucking amazing to hear" I said as me and Will watched a clip on Twitter of yesterday's performance.
Wilbur laughed and nodded, "A lot of your opinions will change when you go on tour" he told me. "Like what?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Well, you're view on people will change, you're stomach also kind of has to change if you want to survive on tour" Will listed off some changes. "I've only ever had fast food since I got to the UK" I quickly interrupted him.
He looked alert when I said that. He stared at me, "Oh, I didn't realize that. Well, that's a thought..." he mumbled to himself. I took out my phone and saw "Y/n. I need you to come here" Charles said. He was leaning on a wall right next to the hotel room bedroom.
I glanced back at Wilbur who was glaring at Charles. I stood up and walked over to Charles and followed him into the bedroom.
"Listen, we have two more shows and then the tour is over. The boys need to focus on these last two shows and no offense but you are known for...getting them distracted" Charles said. "It was one time and Mark was sick! You should've heard his throat he sounded awful I-" "I don't care how he sounds! He doesn't need his voice to play the drums" Charles said.
My fists balled up as I started to feel myself get angry. "I'm not trying to distract them but I'm going to be honest, it feels like you're trying to make this trip hell" I admitted.
Charles raised an eyebrow and waited for me to continue. "I mean, I don't know how managers work but-" "And you never will. That's the difference between us, Y/n. I know how to do my job and you don't have a job, let alone know how my job works" he rambled.
My face got red. "Right. So, did you just bring me in here to shit on me?" "God, you're so stupid. I don't want you coming to tonight's show." Charles told me.
I nodded, "Why?" "Just to see if a theory I have is correct or not." "What's the theory?" I questioned. "You ask a lot of questions" he said with a smirk. I stood there, waiting for him to tell me what the fuck his theory is.
"I want to see if their demeanor changes if you're not with us at the show." I nodded. "But, hey! Look at it this way, you have control of the tv!" he exclaimed. "It's cable" I mumbled.
His phone rang. "Leave" he told me, pointing to the door as he answered the phone. I walked out and was caught off guard when I saw Wilbur leaning on the wall right next to the door. His head resting on the side of the doorframe.
Judging by his face he heard everything. "It's just one show" I told him. Will shook his head. "Are you nervous for tonight?" I asked him. He shook his head again. "You'll do great!" I told him, giving him a smile. He shook his head again. "Are you going to talk?" I asked him.
"Y/n. You can come. Don't let Charles shove you around" he told me. "Yeah, I know. But he did bring up a good point about having full control over the tv. I forgot the last time I watched TLC" I lied. He stared at me for a good minuet before giving me a slight nod and leaving the hotel room.
I scratched the back of my neck and sighed. Tonight, is going to be actual shit.
TIME SKIP
NO ONE POV
Ash and Joe looked at each other and gave each other the signal to start. They started to play the beginning of 'Perfume.'
"It's 3:45" Will started to sing. "AM!" the fans shouted back at Will. Wilbur smiled, "And I just bite my tongue."
Wilbur knew the song like the back of his hand so he let his mind wander while he performed with his friends. It didn't take long for his mind to start thinking about Charles. Charles. Where to begin with him? What happened to him?
He used to be one of the greatest friends Will could ask for! Then the band started and they started joking about Charles being their manager and how fun that would be. It turned into more than a joke. It turned into hell.
Charles thinks he owns the band! Even though he doesn't do shit for the band! Who does he even fucking call? He says it's "important business calls but really. Who could he actually be calling?
Wilbur didn't realize it but he was now yelling the lyrics to the Lovejoy song. The boys matching his emotion with their instruments.
Charles raised an eyebrow as he studied the boys' playing. He smiled, just as he thought. Angry and loud. Perfect for playing these types of songs. Little did Charles know...They were playing loud and emotional because they were all shitting on him in their minds.
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