One Direction And Another?

Keirall-Surprise Surprise?

After a preeetty long journey of sleeping, joking around and singing(poor Paul-I think we might have made him somewhat deaf), the van arrives at a cosy, rather normal looking farm, and parks next to a big wooden gate. As the other boys and I(got to keep up good grammar!) hop out of the van, a middle aged man comes out from behind the gate, and shakes hands with Paul.

"Hey Viv," says Paul. I look at the other boys expectantly, to see if they have any idea of why we've driven for about three hours to get to a farm, but they're about as clueless as I am.

"Hi Paul," says Viv, then nods to the boys "Boys,"  Then he spots me and smiles "And you must be Keirall. Congrats on joining One Direction, Keirall,"

"Uh, thanks," I reply, somewhat nervously, but the guy Viv continues to chat with Paul, so, with some encouragement from Paul, we head inside, leaving the two of them to talk.

"Woah. They're embracing now," says Louis incredulously, looking back at them from around the corner. He looks at us, a look of...worry maybe? I stare confused, until Niall laughs.

"No, stupid," he says to Louis "They're probably just old mates or brothers or somethin-"

We stand there in the doorway, totally, utterly stunned. It seems that you really can't judge a book by it's cover, because inside the innocent-looking barn shed Viv had come out of, was the heaven of hi-tech recording studio awesomeness. We stare at all of this amazing shiny stuff, until Paul and Viv come in and promptly push us aside, breaking our lovely, sparkly daze.

"Ow," says Louis, who was at the end of our line, and happened to get the worst of Paul's push, which is, in fact, hard. I'm the first to get up, so I grab Louis' hand that he's flailing around, and pull him up with ease.

"Thanks," he says to me, before running off to inspect some of the awesome tech around us, and of course not bothering to help me pull up Niall and Zayn from some cardboard boxes in the corner.

"C'mon, Zayn, get up..," I say, but Zayn pulls a face and starts to talk in his weirdo Asian-like accent.

"Nooooo," he complains, but I shove his cardboard box into another one, full of polystyrene this time, and the cardboard box unwedges(is that a word?) itself from Zayn's butt.

"Oy!" he yells, spitting out some polystyrene pieces in my direction "Not fair!" 

"Zayn! You should know better to lay around like a little child when there's all of this gorgeous tech around!" says Louis, and Zayn throws some more pieces at him. I laugh, before stepping in and separating the two from destroying anything.

"You guys ready to record or what?" says Viv, grinning at the spilled polystyrene everywhere. I blush, and nod, following him into the soundproof recording room(that also had one-way windows, unfortunately not on my side). 

Viv gives me a pair of headphones to wear, and points out the flat screen tv in the corner of the room.

"The words will come on there," he tells me "but I'll let you listen to the tune of the songs first. You can also wear your headphones both on, or one on one off. Most prefer one or the other, so try it out," He hands me a piece of paper "These are all of the new songs you'll be in. They're just the names, but you'll hear the tune in a moment,"

True to Harry's word, When the Stars Come Out was on the list, as well as some other interesting sounding songs. To my surprise, What Makes You Beautiful  was on the list also, but when I asked Viv about it, he said that we weren't going to re-record it, but instead practice for the tour, as I would have to sing in that song too.

"But we won't dwell on that song too much, because you won't need it for your first performance," says Viv, then gasps and covers his mouth.

"Huh?" I say, looking at him quizzically "What do you mean not for my first performance?"

"Yeah," says Harry, who, along with all of the other boys, had come in when What Makes You Beautiful was mentioned.

Viv obviously wasn't very good under pressure, so he started to stammer a little when he started speaking again.

"A-ask, uh, Simon when you n-next see him," he replied nervously,and the boys slowly made their way back out into the other room. Viv sighs, then smiles nervously at me "Ready to listen to some new tunes?"

"You betcha," I reply, and slip on the headphones.

The songs were quite good, actually, and the one that Harry mentioned was exquisite-hopefully it would be a Number One like What Makes You Beautiful, except for a bit longer, maybe. Once I got used to the songs, Viv started the recording, and then I'm suddenly self conscious.

"Ready?" calls Viv from the other side of the window. Of course, I can't see him, being on the wrong side of one-way glass and all that, but I give him a thumbs up in what I think is in his direction, and start singing.

I have to wait for a bit in When the Stars Come Out for my part, but once it started, all of that self conscious nervousness somehow evaporated, and it was just me and the beautiful song. This is what I want, I think to myself happily, I want to do this for as long as possible.

It was a while before I heard the audible click that signalled the mic in the editing room had been turned on, and even then there was silence. A worrying thought(well, more than one, but you know what I mean) crossed my mind.

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