//A/N//: hellooooo! i am bored and don't know how to continue this story, so ig i will just type and see where it goes from here. :P just know it's prolly going to be fairly short and be a filler chapter.
yahoo x - s
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"Carolyn. You are a strong singer; a great one, but I think you know what's happening next," Niall says, "I've really enjoyed working with you and getting to know you, I wish we could have had more time together. I wish you luck in any and all your future music endeavors."
Carolyn smiles sadly and thanks the judges before turning and congratulating us.
"Well, there you have it folks. Almighty you are now moving on to the Live Shows!" Carson screams as the crowd cheers.
Oh my fucking God. We are the luckiest people in the world right now. Literally what are the odds, that anything that has already happened to us ended up happening?
"Hugs!!" Claire screams into my ear before grabbing onto my body.
After we finish our hug, the ginger guy - Chad - comes over and leads us backstage. Right before he scurries off as usual, he turns and says, "The Voice Administration will email your guys' schedule probably by the end of tomorrow, so be on the look out for that. It's going to contain everything from your scheduled practices with Niall, when you can use the practice area, tech days, basically anything you would need for the Live Shows." We all nod and he starts to walk away. "Oh. You guys did really well." He mutters before practically bolting out of our view.
Such an odd fella.
"Soooo, do y'all want to go out and celebrate?" Jamie asks with a slight smirk on his face.
Anthony smacked the back of his head before sternly responding, "The three of you are underage, we are not going to go to a bar!"
"Ouch! I wasn't going to suggest a bar! Maybe we could go bowling or some shit?" Jamie said while rubbing the back of his head with a wince.
We all looked at each other and nodded, "Bowling it is." Claire said while looping her arm through mine and starting to skip away.
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"Yes!!" Anthony shouts as he gets a strike for the third time in a row. Jamie groans and starts throwing french fries at him. "There is absolutely no way that you are not cheating." He mutters, loud enough for everyone to hear him.
Anthony turns with a smirk, "What was that, Jamie?"
"Just that I've known you for years, man. You have never been this good at bowling. That ball has gotta have a remote control or something." Jamie huffs out.
At the moment, Anthony and Jamie have been fighting to see who is the better man. Up until now, Jamie had been winning which would explain as to why he is now currently whining like a 5-year-old boy who couldn't eat Dino nuggets for dinner. Which is truly a tragic story.
While they are testing their testosterone, Alex, Claire, and I are sat talking. Well, more like Claire and I were talking. Alex just sat back and observed. We had all been playing, but quickly we realized that we did not want to take any part in the fight of the ages.
"So what do you think will happen next with the competition?" Claire asked me.
I shrugged, "I have no clue. I mean typically the people that win have a very big following on social media, which is why they keep getting votes. So maybe we should increase our activity on our socials?"
"Ooh yeah yeah yeah, good idea! Here let's post a story right now, I want to get the boys arguing like little boys." She said while scooting closer to me.
She pulled out her Instagram and logged into the Almighty account (which had already grown quite a huge following) and started filming a story. "Smile!" She said while facing the camera towards us.
I smiled and waved before she flipped the camera, "Alex! Say hi!", Alex simply looked up and nodded at the camera then she zoomed in on Anthony and Jamie who were both standing at the lane desperately watching the ball knock down the pins.
"Yes! Sucker! Who is the bowling champion now?" Jamie screams once he knocks all the pins down. He then runs over to us and hugs everyone, while simultaneously flipping off Anthony over his shoulder.
Claire laughs as she continues filming, "Tell me how we made it this far. Well peace out everyone, love youuuu!"
We are all nuts.
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Finding My Voice
General Fiction17-year-old Pyper Williams has never sung in her life. Imagine her confusion when she finds herself with a Blind Audition at the Voice. - Totally a basic story that you already know how it's going to end. But oh well