Sixth Harmony (Fifth Harmony)

1: Christmas

Tylanni

I smile, watching my little sister gallop around the living room, arms full of almost every toy she'd got this morning. I wondered how long it'd take for her to calm down.

As for me, I was still processing the huge Christmas dinner I'd just ate. If your family's Italian, you'll understand the struggle of family dinners. Let's just say, there's a lot of it. Like.... a lot.

My attention left my sister as I feel a vibration from my back pocket. I pulled out my phone, before reading the message it displayed:

Camila: "Skype me. PLS. I need an excuse to escape my Abuela."

I laugh to myself, replying to the message:

"Of course lol, why do you wanna escape her? ;)"

I run over to the computer, pulling Skype up. Before I know it Camila's call pops up.

I answer as she comes onto the screen.

"Hola chica," the Latina greets.

"Buon Natale, Bella."

"What's that mean?" She laughs.

"It means 'Merry Christmas, Lovely'," My Mom butts in, walking past with a tray of profiteroles but stopping once she saw I was speaking to Camila.

"Oh, Buon Natale, Mrs. Romano" Camila laughs, greeting my Mom.

"Buon Natale, Patatina," My Mom says.

"Okay, that's definitely not what she said before!" Camila whines, referring to me.

"She just called you 'little potato'," I laugh.

"Oh... Thanks, I guess," Camila continues laughing.

"You're welcome. Profiterole?" She shoves the tray in my face.

"No thanks Mom, I can't even think about eating anything else."

"As you wish, don't come back to me later wanting one, because there won't be any," she says, walking out the living room.

"Turning down profiteroles? That doesn't sound like you," Camila laughs.

"Shut up. Anyway, why did you want to escape your Abuela?"

"She's all like 'When are you getting married? When is the wedding? When will you find a husband?'. I swear to God, this is the first time they've visited us from Cuba and frankly, I'm not enjoying it."

"Did you mention to her that your 16?" I laugh.

"Coming of age over there is 16. If I still lived there I would be planning my wedding soon."

I laughed, imagining Camila getting married at 16.

"You think it's funny, but I'm deadly serious. My cousin, in Mexico, is genuinely getting married next year- so point proven."

"You said she was 26, last week?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Well... Yeah, but-"

"Exactly Camila," I laugh.

"Okay whatever, you read me," she admits.

We sat in a short-lived comfortable silence, though as I went to speak, she interrupted me-

"I miss you."

I automatically smile. "I miss you, the girls too."

"I'm seeing Lauren tomorrow. We're gonna take advantage of the Boxing day sales."

"I wish I could come with y'all."

"You should! It's only like an hour from Boca right?" Camila perks up.

"No-can-do. We're visiting family in White City."

Camila audibly sighs, making me wish I really could see her tomorrow.

"Hey, I can probably see you two on New Year's Eve. We were going to a family party." I roll my eyes. "But now Dad's been called into work that week, Mom wants to go with him and take Rosa and Emilia to see New York. I managed to get out of it, Thank God."

"Why wouldn't you wanna go New York? Sounds fun."

"I get to go all the time with you and the girls. Plus I wanted to be home alone, but now I've changed my mind."

"In that case- We're having a party here. Lauren's family's coming and everything. You can stay over too! Oh my God; this is gonna be awesome!"

"Woah! Hold your horses, I'll ask my Mom first."

"She'll say yes, though, right? She knows my Mom."

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine with her-"

"TY WHERE'D YOU PUT MY CHARGER!?" Emilia, my younger sister, yells, interrupting me.

"Ugh, sorry Mila, I gotta go. I love you, bye."

"Bye, I love you."

And with that I ended the call, tending to my sister.

...

I'd say Camila and I are pretty close.

We're the same age, from the same state, have similar interests etc. We were always bound to be the closest.

Okay so, y'all probably don't know all too much about me. So here's the 411:

Name's Tylanni Romano. Weird first name, I know. It's not even foreign or anything, my Dad made it up- much to my Mother's protest, who prefers more... Traditional names.

I'm Italian/American if you haven't guessed already. I live in Boca Raton, Florida. My Dad works in New York, meaning he's away for months at a time, and hence, my Mom taking my sisters there for New Years.

As for me, well long-story-short, I heard about auditions for a new member of a girl group. The ad never specified which group, but I decided to do it. I met the manager and he liked me. The group was called Fifth Harmony, but seeing as when I joined, the group had been formed for less than a year, they decided they might as well change it to Sixth Harmony. Honestly, it's the best thing that's ever happened to me, the best thing I could ever imagine happening to me.

The other 5 girls: Ally, Dinah, Normani, Lauren, and Camila, are the coolest people you'll ever meet.

As for the music... Well... We're working on it. Most of the stuff we've made so far is a little... Cheesy. Our management wants to target a younger audience because they're apparently easy to please. We don't have much say in any decisions- we just turn up and sing. But I can't complain, obviously.

And now; everything's been a little crazy since then.