A/N
I haven't written one of these in so long. This is exciting. Anyway, enough with formalities, I'll give you what you came here for! You can find the first chapter of my new book Colibrì already out on my profile teehee 🤭
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Being in a boy band meant two things: A, people always compared you to One Direction or Big Time Rush; B, girls always wanted a collaboration between you and One Direction or Big Time Rush.
This happened especially when the band was starting to have the tiniest amount of success, which usually happened overnight with a fan edit of one or more bandmates.
For the Hummingbirds, it had been a slow-motion video of their lead guitarist Hawkins Dietrich fixing his sitting position during an interview. Yes, it had been that easy.
At first, it was an awkward situation and the other two bandmates, Robin and Arden, had made fun of him non-stop. That stopped when one of their songs went from twenty-thousand streams to nearly three-hundred-thousand overnight. Three years later, they had billions.
Everything had gone smoothly thus far, until their lead singer, Callum, got that goddamn phone call that had him say adieu to his friends. Three years had meant so little to him he hadn't even bothered gathering them in a meeting. Apparently, they weren't worth more than a quick text message and a pathetic, Sorry. Good luck.
Now, they were stuck. Too many guys had tried taking Callum's place in vain. More would audition, but the Hummingbirds were hopeless. No one was good enough.
"That's it. I'm fucking done," Arden snapped after yet another useless audition, crossing his arms. His blond curls were tied back in a bun and his broad hands scrubbed his face.
"I'll be right back. I need to shoot myself real quick," Robin replied, cracking his knuckles and then his neck.
"Sometimes I fear it might snap," Arden commented, cringing at the sound his spine made when his friend cracked it.
Robin chuckled. "If only."
Arden stood up and picked up three beers from the small fridge in the room. "Well, we all agree that they all sucked, right?" he asked, throwing the cans at his friends.
They both agreed, opening their drinks and taking a sip. "Have we got more people on the list?" Robin asked, tired.
"No. We're done for today, mate."
As Arden spoke those words, Brianne, their producer, walked in with clinking heels and a scowling face. "We need to talk, boys."
"And hello to you too, Bri," Arden greeted. "What's up?"
"We've got to up our game."
She walked up to the desk where the three band members sat and slammed a sheet of paper in front of them. The three guys leaned in and widened their eyes a bit as they read the names on the new list.
"No." It was Hawkins who'd spoken, his voice husky and low.
"Yes," Brianne retorted. "It's the only way."
"It'll jeopardize the whole boy band image."
"He's got a point there," Arden agreed.
"Listen," she started. "It's either this, or the Hummingbirds die. We will never find another guy like Callum, so... girls it is."
Robin sighed. "Are we sure our fans won't freak out?"
"They probably will. But we have to do it," Brianne answered, her hands propped on her hips.
"It's a bad idea," Hawkins insisted.
"You got something better?" Brianne challenged him. When he didn't reply, she nodded. "Yeah. Didn't think so."
"So, when are we starting?" Arden asked, fixing his manbun.
Brianne glanced at her watch. "Now."
"What?" all three guys snapped, surprised.
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