A/N: 881 words of you all are gonna hate me by the end...
Chapter 18
The five members of Pentatonix were all lying on the music room floor with their head all in close forming a circle. Scott had deemed it a thinking circle since now that Christmas was over and they were all back together they needed to get back to rehearsing.
"What about something by Avril Lavigne?" Scott suggests.
"Hell no, can't stand her," Mitch sighs.
Kirstie turns her head to face Mitch on her left, "She's not that bad."
"Swears too much," Kevin chimes in.
"That an easy fix Kev, change the words," Avi explains.
Scott sighs, "Fine no Avril. But someone had better think of something quick or I'm going to lose it."
"Katy Perry?" Kirstie suggests at the same time that Mitch says,
"Beyoncé?"
Scott's face lights up as he turns to face Mitch, "Yes, yes, so Kirstie no, Mitch yes."
Kirstie rolls her eyes, "Well that's not fair."
"Yeah it's not, I'd rather do Katy Perry," Avi speaks up.
"Alright, Kevin can decide."
Kevin looks between Scott and Avi on either side of himself. "Well as much as I love Beyoncé... I think Katy Perry might be fun for the first song, as well as we're already going to send in the revised version of Telephone for our audition, we don't want them to think we only sing Beyoncé... we want some variety right?"
There is a chorus of "yes" and "yeah"
Kevin nods, "Sorted then, Katy Perry it is. So what song were you thinking Kirstie?"
"I didn't get that far Kev," she chuckles, and then glances over at Avi, thankful he'd backed her up to begin with even though she knew that Katy Perry wasn't the kind of artist he listened to.
Mitch's hand shoots up into the air and he snaps his fingers twice quickly, "E.T!"
"Wouldn't that be too..." Scott starts but Mitch cuts him off.
"It's alien, Avi could do his overtone since it sounds like he's calling the mothership!"
"But awesomely calling the mothership," Kirstie jumps in.
"Yes-yes, cool, great, whatever. It'll give us an advantage in the first round. I know you wanted it for the final Scott, but the first round... we need to make an impression or we'll be one of the many groups cut. We need to show that even though there's only five of us that we are loud and we are talented."
Scott sits up and stands so quickly that everyone almost double takes, "Let's get practicing!"
"I reckon that since we have the skeleton of the song that we rest our voices and focus on a little bit of choreography for it," Kirstie says as they finish a run through of what they had so far.
"Chore-excuse me?" Avi raises an eyebrow.
"Oh chore-no," Kevin shakes his head.
Mitch points at himself, "Momma's not down for that."
Kirstie stomps her foot, "Guys we can't just stand there and sing, and you seriously can't have thought we were going to either. Come on!"
Scott sighs, "She's right, as much as we all don't want to do choreography, we have to. So Kirst," he turns back to face her, "What do you have in mind."
Kirstie shrugs, "Nothing major, not full on dancing because we don't have enough voices to do that and sound good at the same time. It'd be more just rearranging how we stand on stage, but not just pose-pose-pose, it needs to flow." She nods once with a smile spreading across her face.
"That does make sense," Kevin nods.
"Yeah," Avi sighs and folds his arms, stealing a glance at Kirstie and letting his eyes linger.
Scott looks up and notices Avi staring at Kirstie, then he notices Kirstie blush as she meets his gaze, then they both look away, smiling. He frowns, he needed to know what was going on.
After practice, Scott grabs Kirstie's arm as the others are packing up their few items they'd brought. The tall blonde pulls his best friend aside and talks in a whisper.
"Kirst, what's going on with you and Avi?"
Kirstie's head snaps around to face her best friend as he mentions the guy she had her eyes glued to. "What nothing."
Scott rolls his eyes, "That's not true but that's what it needs to be."
Kirstie almost reels back in surprise, that wasn't what Scott would have normally said, he would have teased her to no end then encouraged her to go after the guy. So what was this?
"We're in a group with him, it would kinda be unprofessional. So you guys need to stop having eye sex and focus on the music."
There is a pang in Kirstie's stomach as she nods and looks up at her best friend, "Yeah, you're right. We need to focus... so I'll just, I'll stop looking at him. We'll be all business," she folds her arms and takes a deep breath, looking anywhere but at Scott.
"I can tell him the same thing?" He offers almost sympathetically.
Kirstie shakes her head, composing herself, "No I don't need that, he'll figure out that I'm not interested in him and everything will be fine. I got this Scott, steely determination, boys and especially Avi will not plague my mind."
A/N: I hurt inside, I really do :(
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