Torn in Two

NorCal, SoCal

Dani's POV

Christina, Kath, Lisa, Amy, Lauren and I were all gathered in Christina's bedroom, about to decide the future of the band.

I was worried.

I had always loved being in the band, originals, covers, performances, but recently all the hate comments on YouTube had been piling up.

People had been writing said that my voice was unstable, it cracked, I always looked tired, I looked bored when I wasn't singing (so therefore they thought I wanted to go solo, and then they would say how much worse it would be if I did).

I didn't do anything to them to deserve this. I even kept a brave face and pretended like it didn't matter about people screaming for Lisa and Lauren at concerts more than me.

It does matter.

I suppose I always knew I wouldn't be the most popular; joining the band late, having a raspy, low voice, and of course I didn't have obvious beauty like my sisters.

And then, yesterday, there was the final kick of the beating, someone wrote:-

'Either leave the band, or go and die. None of the cimfam want you here.

You're ugly, weird, and unwanted.

Even your sisters don't like you. It's a wonder you even stayed in the band for this long.

But it's time to leave now.'

I saw it right before dinner, before mom told us that her and dad were getting a divorce.

And it was the top comment, people had liked it over a hundred times.

Christina started speaking, being the eldest and therefore the leader: 'Can I assume that everybody wants to continue with the band?'

We all nodded, oldest to youngest, but when it got to me, I shook my head, stood up and said: 'I'm sorry. I'm going to North California with dad. And staying there. I've had enough.

'I don't want to be in the band anymore.'