W o n d e r l a n d. [ 5SOS ]

[ Mission Impossible ]

"Michael, Michael, cut it out!" Ashton demanded as the guitarist shoved his spinning office chair, causing the honey blond to spin rapidly, but the laughter falling from his lips proving that there was no malice behind his words.

"Wait, wait, let me get in on this," Luke spoke, approaching the drummer's chair so that he, too, could give the chair a few spins.

"No, Luke! Guys, no spinning!"

"Boys," a woman's stern voice made the boys tense up, Ashton swiftly bringing his feet down off of his chair in order to halt the spinning.

"Oh, hey, Michelle!" Calum was the first to pipe up, momentarily glancing up from his phone in order to flash their manager a toothy grin.

"Hi!" Michael greeted along with the bassist, returning to his seat as if he hadn't been causing trouble only moments before.

"Hello, boys, I really don't want to keep you that long because you do have a huge  tour coming up, so I'll make this as quick as I possibly can," Michelle began as she briskly strode to the head of the table, remote in hand so that she could activate the projector.

"Don't worry about it, take your time. We don't have anything scheduled until later in the evening," Ashton interrupted, finally regaining his bearings after being spun so much, "I mean, we already have rehearsal schedules and our schedule for the first few days of the tour, so what do you want to tell us?"

"Well, there's actually plenty to discuss, you know. One of those things being who will be opening for you during your tour. There are two opening bands, one will be playing with you in Europe, Ireland, the UK, and North America; the other will be playing with you in Australia and New Zealand. Also, we need to discuss behavior on the tour, what to mention in interviews, what not to mention in interviews, and schedules for songwriting. The folders in front of you pretty much cover the studio schedules as well as other important things such as who to contact in the crew if you need anything."

"So many papers," Michael muttered to himself, skimming through the papers in the folder, "What if we lose these?"

"Then just email me, and I'll email you the documents. The only thing that you'd really need sent to you again are the studio schedules because those vary between all of you."

Simply nodding in response, the guitarist lifted his folder before turning in his chair so that he faced Ashton, and while the older's back was turned, Michael gently smacked the other with his folder. Though, feeling the boy's folder make contact with his shoulder blade, Ashton turned around and retaliated with his folder.

"Boys," Michelle warned, the two immediately freezing in their tracks.

"Sorry," the two mumbled, the honey blond lowering his head as he set his folder back on the table.

"Now then, during interviews, while it is important to be yourselves, there are certain topics that you should try to avoid. It's inevitable that you'll all find yourselves a girlfriend or fancy somebody, but my advice to you is to keep those things under wraps for as long as you possibly can. Sure, relationships spark a lot of interest, but when your fan base consists of mostly girls who would want nothing more to date you, having you announce a girlfriend will make things a lot more difficult. When asked if you do fancy someone, keep it to silly celebrity crushes, for now."

"I'm in love," Luke blurted out, carefully pushing the paper bag that was on the table back to the center.

"You're what?" their manager queried, all of their eyes now on the blond.

"What? You brought breakfast, and I was hungry, and I'm in love with this food."

Now that the youngest had announced that there was food, the other three practically fought each other for the bag while Michelle rolled her eyes at the group.