4 | break the stage

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CHAPTER FOUR
❛ 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗴𝗼, 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁.
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗱, 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁. ❜
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[ y/n ]

The school bell rang, and I stayed there, seated on my desk, letting the lesson sink in first.

Wait, what the hell is the lesson?

Unbelievable. I dozed off for one minute, and suddenly all I knew is gone off the window. God, maybe the goldfish has a better memory than I do.

After watching the rest of the class exit the classroom, I sigh and follow, not even bothering to organize my things as I tuck them in my bag and leave the room.

I'm supposed to meet the band at exactly 4 p.m. to finish off practice and just hang out for a bit. And that's in five minutes. The school auditorium is not a fifteen-minute walk from where I currently stand. I guess this is what I get from pondering over math equations and where the fuck the variables in each solution come from.

I'm so sick of seventeen.

I pass by the most boring and familiar things in the hallways of this particularly boring and plain school. There was really nothing to describe, except for the fact that all I could see was dark blue and plaid school skirts. Of course, we wear uniforms. And while there is literally a club filled with students protesting against it, it's fine for me, I suppose.

I mean, the uniforms are a bit cool.

"Y/N!"

I turn around at whoever called, seeing a familiar bobby pink hair running towards me. "Y/N!" Lisa finally reaches me and grabs my wrist, dragging me with her somewhere.

"Wait, what's going on?"

"Just shut up and follow me!"

"Okay, but—"

"But nothing." Lisa persisted and didn't look back to look at me. She continued to drag me through the halls until we reached the bulletin board. The rest of the band is there too. I exchanged glances with Felix, then stepped closer, staring at the poster.

RICHARD LOHART IS COMING TO TOWN! IMPRESS HIM IN THE TALENT SHOW AND GET A CHANCE TO BE THE NEXT BIG THING!

"I want to be the next big thing." Sam murmurs then turns to me. "We should join, Drummy."

"I'm up for it. Lohart is a huge thing. He can be our road to success. Our dreams." Felix nods, and Sam grins, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. I scrunch my nose up, eyes still stuck on the poster, their words being a bit of a blur in the background. My heart pounded loudly against my chest.

This is it.

This could be the big break.

"I say, let's fuck it and break the fucking stage." Lisa's voice was bright and different from her usual. She was the kind of person that was hard to impress, so hearing her be what she is right now is refreshing.

"Okay. Fuck it." I nod, my voice a little shaky. There's too many emotions going through me right now, and I can't pinpoint which is which. "Let's do it."






"Which song?"

"What?"

"Which song are we playing?" Lisa asks, her words a little unclear from the bubblegum she's chewing. Sam raised his hand, but I cut him off. "We're not doing all-american bitch."

Sam puts his hand down.

"Do we do a cover then? I think all our songs are well, "too" us, don't you think?" Felix winces slightly. The group fell silent, thinking of his words. It did make sense. We made our music for fun, for the thrill of it all—but never to impress someone or win a talent show.

Millie, however, seemed to be the only one who didn't look convinced. "What is that supposed to mean? Your music is fine!"

"It's alright, but not enough." I argue and sigh, running my fingers through my hair. "If we're going to do this, we might as well win it."

Millie frowned at me, then stood up from the stool, shaking her head. "That's shit. Your music hits differently; this band is different. The good different. Because you all do shit for fun, for the love of music. If you all are going to win this thing and get noticed by some big guy, then you should at least do it as who really 00's are."

I pause and gulp slightly, taking in her words. Everyone seemed to take in Millie's words. She obviously had a point. But this break is something so important, something the band has been waiting for and praying for.

An opportunity.

In the end, we all turn to Lisa. She's the main singer and the center of the whole band anyway. All the decisions usually come from her.

"I'm sorry, Millie," Lisa says with a straight face on, her lips in a thin line and her arms crossed, "but we can't risk it."

Millie's face fell, and I looked away, unable to see her disappointed like this. Sam pats Millie's shoulder and moves towards his bag, grabbing it on the floor and heading out of the auditorium. Felix helps Lisa search for good songs to cover, and I sigh as Millie walks towards me.

"This is not right."

"We're just doing what we have to do."

Millie glances down at the drums and at the logo of the 00's in purple and excess glitter on the base. "I don't like what Michael did to you."

My heart dropped. "Michael has nothing to do with any of this."

"But he does, Y/N. At dinner a night ago, you were distant. Distracted. I let it go since I knew the wound was still fresh. But now? Believing the 00's need to change to be accepted? My old Y/N wouldn't stand for that."

I stare at Millie, and that's all I can really do.


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