Viridescent Flares

12

Y O U

We're finally done with the album much to my surprise, the process of making the CD's is already on the run. We have also announced the release of it and the dates and locations of the upcoming tour—the One Wish Tour. It came from our original song One Wish and it was apparently in the album. And if there's a tour, that means that we'll be hitting the road and hitting the road means not seeing Kinsley. I got worried with that part but when I told the girl about it, she said that it's okay and she'll FaceTime with me every free time she got.

It was a Monday afternoon and we're in the studio for our rehearsal. While having our short break, Dinah was playing her drumstick effortlessly around her fingers as Normani talks beside her. Camila was busy making random riffs and Ally and Lauren were talking, while I'm here, waiting impatiently to just go home and take a rest. I was having a break with my phone since we have this rule that when we're having our practice, we can't use any gadget and should focus on the performance. Kinsley's at school anyway, or on her way home.

"Okay, girls, let's get back to work." Vincent—the person who guides us with our instruments—clapped his hands together and I had to hold back a groan before standing up, grabbing my guitar and slipping in the strap as I made my way back to them. "Where are we?"

We continued our rehearsal and now, we started singing along with the song. We've been studying our positions, too, and knowing where to walk on if we wanted to. We have the part where Normani would be singing and of course, Camila, Lauren, and I being the guitarists, can roam around the stage and do whatever we want—interact with some fans, if you will. But mostly, all I do is enjoy the moment. I'd rather jump around with my guitar or sing to the fans. When I'm not in the mood, I'd just stand there and sing like my life's being torn apart. I'd give fans small smiles and nods—and I blame myself for giving them what they don't deserve.

The last song for the day ended and I practically yelled to let out the exhaustion. I placed my guitar back to the racks and quickly ran to my bag, retrieving my phone and sending a text to Kinsley to tell her that we're done. I was taking my extra shirt to wear from the sweat I've produced during the rehearsal when I felt a body slamming against my back. I had to steady myself by holding my hands in front of me and pushing from the wall.

"Okay, what now, Lauren?" I asked, recognizing the familiar silver band on the finger of the pale arm hugging me, and I laughed at how dork she was. "Get off, I'm sweaty."

"But we need to talk!" She replied childishly, now shaking my body with hers. "Come on, I have an idea with your price."

She turned me around, too fast that I felt my brain swinging inside my head. What is wrong with this girl? She doesn't get excited that much, does she? I've never seen her giddy like this.

"So, is it a new set of guitar strings? I sort of want one," I said, crossing my arms suggestively. "I want the neon one—brings out the color of my guitar."

"It's not related to money, idiot," she retorted, chuckling mildly as her green orbs looked up at me. "Or any material thing, if you will. I have something in mind, if that's alright with you."