"Do not order those sandwiches again" James warned me.
"No... sandwiches..." I mumble while writing it down.
I feel horrible for not being there more for my best friend. I don't know, I thought I did everything I was supposed to. Be there for him when he needs a shoulder to cry on, help him plan amazing dates, be supportive when everything went right or wrong, and give him room to grow.
I guess I didn't do enough, that is my mistake. And I am going to fix it.
I'm trying to plan an event so his team can show of their moves, skills and maybe get more money donated to their team or even more publicity. Anything really. I just hope this helps.
"Lights! Don't forget about lights, colorful shining lights to match the choreography" Logan snaps his fingers.
"Uuuhh, that's going to take forever to get the codes, timings and program" I groan.
"You know how to program?" Kendall's big head pops in the screen.
"Focus! More ideas, this has to sparkle with pizzazz" I wiggle my fingers to emphasize my point.
"Uh, how about ballons at the end. Yeah, hundreds of ballons falling from the sky!" Carlos adds.
"I like, I like, see that's what I'm talking about" I write it down with a smile.
"Are you sure you have enough time to plan all this, let alone get it set up in time?" Logan asked.
"I pulled your concert together in a day" I shrug.
"To be fair, that was pre-planned" James pointed out.
"And cancelled, everything went out the window, so I had to toss it all back together" I say.
"Good point" he said.
"I just feel bad, you know? We haven't had any- hello? Hello? No, no, no, please don't do this now" I tap the space bar repeatedly.
Groaning, I lean back defeated into the chair. Our facetimes keep getting interrupted by bad reception. Every single time. Lazily, and sadly, I drag my planning book onto my lap. I made a promise to Dave that I'm going to pull this together and make it amazing. I cannot let him down again.
Going over the list, my brows raise a little with each extravagant thing. I have to get all this done in two days, TWO DAYS. I take slow, timed breaths and nod my head softly. Kind of like encouraging myself.
I've been doing that a lot lately, self-motivating, self-encouraging, self-consulting, etc. It has only been a week, a long week, and the feeling of being back home is stronger than ever. The guys are gone, Katie and Mrs. Knight are gone. Dave only started talking to me again because I promised him this the day before yesterday. Jo and her friend Camille have been rehearsing lines and going to auditions.
Camille is nice, sweet, very into sticking in character. I like her.
I've just feel kinda alone.
Doesn't matter, I'm going to shove those feelings deep down, deep, deep, deep down. Not the healthiest choice, but I couldn't care less at this point. I'm running on fumes and don't need that holding me back.
Shaking the sleepiness out of my eyes, I get started on everything. Calling caterers, decorating people, yada, yada, yada. I spent the entire day doing everything that needs to be done, and tomorrow I'm going to do it all over again.
I spent all night drinking pot after pot of coffee and programming the lights to go with the music and choreography. Who drinks a cup of coffee? Straight from the pot is the go-to. I figured that out when Dave sprung on me his team needs outfits for the event and I had to sew everything.
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Big Time Rush
Fanfiction(REWRITTING) Malina gypsy Griffin was a small time singer. At age 16 she ran away to Palm Woods with her friend Dave to help him become a dancer in the world of arts. She runs into the Knights and made a friend. Now she's thrown into the world of ar...
