Broken Angels

The Broken Angels

BROOKLYN'S POV

"Ok girls lets do this." I told my band mates, Imogen and Ivy.
" Girls your on in two." Our manager yelled.
We hugged quickly. As I swung my bass of its stand, I herd a huge cheer.
"Girls your on. Go, go, go."
I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. This was our biggest show so far, this was the most freedom I had had for a while.
As we ran on a huge cheer erupted from the crowd, growing louder with every step we took.
" Are you ready London!" Imogen yelled from behind her drums.
"I don't think so," I joked into the microphone.
"Same here," Ivy added. A roar of laughter sounded from some spectators.
I repositioned my microphone, listening to the beginning chords.
" I'm confused, I don't know where to start.
I'm broken, its just me and my broken heart." I started to sing. Play my bass. This is where I belonged, on stage, singing.

Finally we ran off stage drenched in sweat.
" That was epic!" Ivy shouted
"The crowd loved you. Brooklyn you didn't trip over!!" Tim, our manager laughed.
"Well done that was awesome!"

TIM'S POV

"Well done that was awesome!" I laughed as the girls whipped around at the sound of an unknown voice.
" Indeed it was boys."
"Girls, this is 5 seconds of summer aka Luke, Calum, Michael and Ashton." I introduced them to the strangers.
" Boys this is the Broken Angels aka.." I pointed at each one of them in turn.
"Brooklyn."
"Imogen."
"Ivy."
The bands looked at me slightly confused.
"Why are you introducing us?" Brooklyn asked, perplexed.
"You guys are going on a tour together!" I told them.
"What!"
"Yep. Now get to know each other."

CALUM'S POV

"Why do we have to go on tour with the broken angels! Aren't they emo." Michael asked me.
Suddenly the tall, blonde hair girl whipped around bringing her fist close to Michael's face.
"We are not emo!" She growled inching closer towards us. "You do NOT call us that again. Ok!"
"Feisty." I whispered
" That goes for all of you!" the black haired one yelled.

"Brooklyn is feisty, don't pick a fight with her." Luke said.
We all approached the girls dressing room.
" Ok let's talk."
We started to get to know each other.
"How old are you lot?" Imogen asked, her Somerset accent peaking through.
"Luke's 17, me and Michael are 18 and Ashton is 20. You?" I asked
" I'm 19, Ivy's 18 and Imogen's 19," Brooklyn responded.

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