Boyband Rebound [Editing]

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When she affirms that the Skype call is actually working, she lets out a loose grin, directed at the little camera capturer on the top head of her laptop. “Hey, Ani!”

“Hey! Didn’t know your Skype actually worked,” laughs the tanned-skinned girl on the other side of the video connection. “I thought it sucked.”

“It actually does. Who knows, it may have been compelled to work in your presence.”

“Ah, yes. That must be it.” Anita Merchant smiles as she refocuses the camera on her side, “so, how’s life?”

“It’s good. Working with RedOne’s amazing. They’re so many people around here! And there’s twenty-four hour music going on, I’m literally like in heaven.” Sara Hillard, a pretty brunette with an astounding talent in making music, bounces around in her seat as she talks animatedly to her friend on the other side. “But music’s just the normal stuff, eh? How’s base camp?”

“Tiring.” Anita’s quick to answer, running the back of her hand across her forehead in an exaggerated motion. “I’m thinking why I ever thought joining the Army would be a good idea.”

“Well, it is pretty bloody fantastic, if you ask me. I mean, you get to serve your country!”

Anita nods. “If there’s one thing I loathe though, it’s definitely the temperature.”

“Ah. It’s summer there in India, eh?”

“Summer? You mean the Sahara season. It was thirty-nine Celsius outside yesterday and we had to do rock climbing.”

“Sucks to be you,” Sara laughs lightly. She doesn’t mean it, though. She’s proud of her best friend for accomplishing such an incredible feat at the young age of twenty.

Born in India but raised up in Britain, Anita Merchant had always been the awkward like pixie where she lived. Anita and Sara had met in middle school, and Sara was proud to say they good on damn well. Anita was a pretty little girl, just about a height of five-four and a dark, creamy chocolate coloured skin. She had sparkling brown eyes and dark black hair, and looked exotically beautiful, a feature Sara had always been secretly jealous of. She herself was tall, five-eight; with hazel hair and sky blue eyes. Sara was usually satisfied with her messy appearance, but always had a soft spot for anything that included Anita’s physical features.

“Sara. Earth.”

She snaps back into reality upon hearing Ani’s voice and smiles apologetically. “Sorry.”

“Nah, s’okay. Tell me about RedOne.”

“Alright. Well, working there is brilliant. I get put on different projects on a regular basis, and I get to work with various artists. Oh, that reminds me, have you checked your Twitter recently?”

Anita pulls her poker-face. “Training camp, remember? No internet.”

“Right! Sorry! Well, this is brilliant news, I just met Ed Sheeran a few days ago! I worked with him on a project.”

At this, Anita feels herself click into fangirl mode. “Oh my god, what? Ed Sheeran? As is the epic British dude whom is also recognised as the Ginger Jesus?”

“Yep.” Sara grins.

“Oh my god. You have no idea how jealous I am.”

“I do, I do,” sings Sara giddily. “And I’ve been shortlisted for a six-month long project with some boyband.”

“Boyband? Who? Are they British?”

Sara shrugs. “Dunno. They pinned up a list of thirty possible candidates outside the main office yesterday. My name was on it. The title said something along the lines of candidates for six month project with boyband.”