From Rags To Riches

Chapter 26

"And we're back!" The crystal clear voice rang out in the building. "Now we will see who will continue on with the competition. And who will not. "

My hand found its way around to Logan's, squeezing tightly. My breath hitched as I watched Ashley open the envelope that read the names of the bands that would stay.

"Do you think we'll make it?" Logan asked me, his voice an octave lower than usual.

"I don't know."

"What if we lose? What will we do then?"

"I don't know.

"What if-"

"Hey Logan, shut up," Andrea whispered.

The hostess read the first two names, pausing for effect on the last one. "And Twenty-Three Flights! Thank you guys for participating, and we're glad you've made it this far."

Attempting to ignore the sobbing of the bands that won't be staying, I focused on the crowd.

I hadn't wanted to say anything, but the moment we were announced, the cheering lessened and a slight booing replaced it.

Well, nice to know some people still don't believe we're good people.

***

The days passed quickly, before we knew it it was Thursday night once again. Instead of staying in, Jake insisted that Logan and I accompany him and Andrea on the date, to make sure nothing goes wrong.

After our confession, Logan had properly asked me to be his girlfriend, to which I said yes of course. Not much had changed between us, we were still treading lightly on the whole relationship thing since we wanted to be done with the show before anything became serious. After all, if we were to fight that'd cause unnecessary issues with the band. So we were practically just friends who made out once in a while.

Okay, often.

"He said, 'dress casual', what's that supposed to mean? Like dressy casual, a night in the club casual, what?" Andrea rambled, glaring at me for help.

"Okay, this is my brother. None of us have any idea what goes on in that tint little brain of his. But when he says casual he probably means like, I don't know school casual," I offered, grabbing a pair of black skinny jeans and a gray tank top before walking over to the bathroom.

I slipped on my clothes before walking back out to where Andrea was applying her eyeliner, her focus so intact that I was scared to bring her out of it.

"And done!" She beamed, her red lips widening before pulling me over to her. "Oh my dear, dear best friend, please tell me you're okay with me going out with your brother. I mean, I was so caught up in thinking about him and his eyes that I didn't think about your-"

"Chill, I'm not the queen, I can't stop you two from dating each other. Besides, I ship it," I smiled before sitting on her bed. "Now do me a favor and do my makeup because I'm hopeless."

***

Jake took us to a carnival.

Not that I have anything against carnivals, it's just the fact that neither one of us, or anyone in our family, has ever been to one.

And boy, were we excited.

I honestly believe that Jake and I were more excited about the carnival than the fact that we were on dates.

"Yo! Andrea look at this!" Jake exclaimed, dragging the giggling blonde to a booth.

"And then there were two," Logan muttered, grinning a psychopath's smile.