A/N: I feel like I'm kinda on a roll with this at the moment so woo!
Chapter 7
Scott runs up to Mitch and Kirstie who were seated on a bench soaking up the sun, their backs leant against each other's as they chatted.
The tall blonde dropped to his knees in front of them, startling the two in sunglasses that turn to face him. Pouting he holds out a few pieces of paper that were stapled together in front of them and Kirstie takes it from him, placing her sunglasses up on her head.
Scott tips back, putting his knees up to lie on his back with a groan.
"What?" Mitch asks, leaning over Kirstie's shoulder to look at the papers.
"I don't know?" Kirstie frowns as she speed reads over the paper.
Scott springs back up onto his knees and flips the first page over and points at a line on the second.
Kirstie reads it aloud, "Each team must have a minimum or four participants..." she looks up at Scott.
"That's not fair," Mitch rushes, snatching the paper from Kirstie, who doesn't protest, just throws her arms up at the first news.
"It's not. Damn it, I was starting to look forward to it, we got so many views, doesn't that count for anything?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Apparently not. We need another person or we can't compete," Scott sighs, "It's bull shit, we sound just as good as any other group with 15, with only three, what difference is one more person going to make?"
"Well I guess we're not competing then," she shrugs. "I suppose it's not the end of the world, it totally sucks but there's nothing we..."
Mitch jumps up, thrusting the papers back into Scott's hands, "We will compete. Follow me," he tells them with a devious smirk and spins on his heel, knowing they'll listen and come with him.
Scott and Kirstie exchange a look, shrug and follow him anyway, matching his quick pace.
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Avi sat in the hall of his dorm with his guitar occasionally strumming it, but looking more likely to fall asleep at any second with his head leant back against the wall and his eyes shut.
He'd hum after he's play a note barely audibly, and staring to get more delayed as he slowly drifted off to sleep. He should probably be inside, but Kevin was studying and he thought he'd be making noise, not falling asleep.
"Sleep is better than noise any day," Avi quietly tells himself with a small smile, sliding down the wall a little more.
Mitch walked around the corner confidently and broke into a grin, gesturing down the hall, he steps across to show Kirstie and Scott.
Scott looks down the hall then quickly back at Mitch, confused, "Monster man?" he raises an eyebrow.
Kirstie frowns, looking between them, then down the hall at the sleeping student. "What?"
Scott suddenly turns, grinning at Mitch and resists the urge not to squeal, "Monster man," he whispers, covering his mouth.
"What? Kirstie repeats, getting a little angry that she wasn't in the loop.
"He went to Warbler auditions, he has an insanely low voice, he scared the shit out of you..." he points at Scott, smiles spread across all three faces. "....With that insanely low voice."
"We could do some research on him first, find out what he studies, what kind of person he is?" Scott suggests.
Kirstie nods in agreement, "He sounds completely awesome, and a bass would be good, but we'd have to gel with him."
Mitch crosses his arm with a bemused look, "You two are scared to talk to him aren't you?"
"He almost gave me a heart attack the other day Mitch," says the tall blonde who tries to hold back his laughter.
"We only need like an hour, google search him, ask a few people around maybe a teacher?" Kirstie shrugs, "Just to be sure."
"And I know why you're nervous," Mitch bites his tongue and lightly pinches Kirstie's arm.
"What?" Scott asks excitedly.
"She thinks he's hot," Mitch smirks, nodding down the hall at Avi.
Kirstie shakes her head, dropping her head into her hands, "Mitch he was the first guy I saw in that room that wasn't Scott or Hunter, he was distinguishable by that beard I only said that to get you off my case about the fact that I was spying."
Mitch nods slowly, absolutely not believing her, "Sure."
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"Holy crap!" Scott calls out, Kirstie and Mitch rushing over, hovering one over each shoulder to look at the laptop screen on his lap
"What?" Mitch asks excitedly.
"Is it something about Avi? Because this guy has practically no social media, like not even Facebook," Kirstie tells them.
"Well that's weird," Scott frowns, looking over his shoulder at Kirstie.
"Tell me about it, I mean it's not like his name is that common," Kirstie sighs, pulling out her phone again.
"How about you just tell us what's so 'Holy crap' then?" Mitch raises an eyebrow.
"Oh right, right, of course. So it is about Avi, him in high school. So I'm telling you now, I don't care what kind of person he is we need..."
"He's a private person, and I haven't decided if that's scary or sweet," Kirstie interrupts.
"Right," Scott nods, "So he's a private person, whatever, what I was trying to tell you is that he won an award with his high school A Capella group, now his group didn't win but he did. Avi won an award that was best percussionist, but they changed to rhythm his year because they had to give it to him for being such an amazing bass!"
"Yes," Mitch says seriously, "This is going to be amazing."
"I say we're done researching and let's just go talk to him," Scott nods.
"Agreed," Mitch replies in a sing song voice.
Kirstie frowns, then sighs, "I don't know guys, an award like that... what if he's cocky?"
Mitch shrugs, "He didn't seem it."
"If he's not genuine when we chat with him then we won't work with him simple," Scott nods.
A/N: And I know Avi got that award in college, but for the purpose of this story it was in high school :)
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