Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 8 ~ Tinkerbelle

(Randy's POV)

They went to commercial and once the darkness fell it was time to make our way out. Our stage spots glowed in the dark on the floor and I knew where I was to stand. I wiggled my toes as I stood and waited, scared that all feeling would soon be lost from my legs.

"You all good boys?" Justin asked quietly, wanting to be sure we had found our marks. We all replied with a short yes.

When the lights hit it was all or nothing. Talking about taking a risk was easy, but standing here in the black was different. Now it was time to come through with it, to prove that our risk worked.

"Guys.... can I go say a quick hello to Rachel"

"Ben..." Justin hissed "Stay where you are!"

"Okay - okay!"

The crowd was a mixture of chants and chatter. The Beliebers were definitely present, but Team Green gave them a run for their money making me proud and nervous to be representing them.

They grew louder and louder. Finding me, surprising me, and helping me.

"We love you Will. We love you Will. We love you Will. GO RANDY!"

Contestants were moving towards the side of the stage to watch, and although a lot of them were there to see my so-called ' failed comeback', I knew that the chant had brought some friends.

"GO RANDY!" Harry called, "GO TEAM EIGHT!"

"We miss you Will. We love you Will. GO RANDY!!!"

My stomach felt light, I was sure that it might be empty. I didn't have any nerves, I didn't have feeling at all, and I just felt peace.

"WILL'S WATCHING RANDY! HE'LL SEE THIS TOO! WE LOVE YOU RANDY! WILL LOVES YOU TOO!"

I wondered if Quinn was cheering. I thought about my mom and dad. And I did think about Will. I wondered if they were right, if he was watching me, and if this feeling of peace had come from him. I was standing on stage with Justin, friends, just like he wanted.

"IT'S A GREEN COMEBACK! IT'S A GREEN COMEBACK! WE LOVE YOU WILL. GO RANDY!!"

"Randy! Kill it man!"

"We love BEN, we love JUSTIN, we love ROB, we love WILL, GO RANDY!!!!"

Rachel's voice sounded over the microphone next.

"And now our final group of the night, the best group in my opinion. Please welcome to the stage Robert Moretti, Ben Stiles, Justin Bieber and Randy Green, singing their original song - Dear Wendy!!!"

The music started.

Rob took his queue, he introduced our concept, and he began our apology. Our music was still slow, Rob's voice was an echo.

"Dear Wendy, I know I've hurt you, hear me out babe, a lot of it's not true..."

He briefly mentioned the affairs; he skimmed over our storyline.

Ben stepped in to help him.

"People are talking, baby girl don't go walking. Tinkerbelle's no cover story, babe shes a flying phony"

He added to our start, mentioning Tinkerbelle, pulling from her accusations.

Then it was my turn, and appeared out of the dark with Justin, jumping into our story together.

Team Green roared in support.

I furthered the story. I told the audience more; I told them that Tinkerbelle was jealous, that she wanted me, but that I wanted Wendy. Justin backed me up, he called her names, he made them laugh, he discredited her with me.

Then it came time to run the risk.

"She's having such fun, making us page one. But my Wendy, my sweet Wendy,"

"TINKERBELLE'S A SLUT!"

The crowd screamed as we threw ourselves forward and into the mermaid storyline; Ben and Justin sang each other lines, fed each other and the crowd the material.

"I know I should have told you sooner,"

"But babe I hate tuna,"

I had half a second to check, less then that, but I saw what I wanted to see.

The crowd had bought it. They were laughing with us, not at us.

"I'm a legs man,"

"And dude I hate sand,"

I joined my friends. I mocked the mermaids further.

"My girls don't sport tails?

"Babe what's attractive about creepy scales?"

Then we tried it again, and the crowd joined us, they had been waiting for it.

"Dear Wendy, shes lying..."

"COS"

"TINKERBELLE'S A SLUT!"

The middle judge was holding his sides, giggling like Quinn, like a schoolgirl.

"Now these Indians,"

"I swear babe we're just friends,"

I left Rob and Ben to spin off of each other. They sung about being allergic to face paint and feathers, while I ran back out to promise nothing happened in the teepee and Justin ran out to ensure Wendy he couldn't stand curry.

"Sure Pocahontas has a great bod,"

"But babe she's so old,"

Ben joined me, he mocked Pochahontas and her braids, he called her a freak of nature. Our material got stronger, the crowd got more excited, more hooked, and we just had to wheel them in. We were nearly finished.

"I'll shut that window, babe I'll stay in"

"I don't need any Netherland, babe why go flying?"

"You've got no deformed wings, and baby girl your tail free,"

"Forget what Tink's said... cause..."

"TINKERBELLES A SLUT!"

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