How I Became the 4th Member of a (former) All-Boy Band

I Get Dragged Onstage Again... Literally

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Skye's POV:

          Getting out of my car, I stared up at the sign on the door. Gateways Café. It was about 7 pm and people trickled into the café slowly. It was a quiet evening, not much traffic. It looked like people had other things to do this Wednesday night.

          I pulled up the hood of my purple t-shirt, fiddling with my scruffy woollen finger-less gloves. I couldn’t believe I was even here. But since I came this far, might as well go in. otherwise it'd be a waste of my gas money anyway. And we all knew how expensive one gallon of gas is these days.

          Taking a deep breath, I entered the café. Music immediately overwhelmed me. There were quite a few people in the café, chattering quietly to themselves, barely keeping an eye on the stage. The boys were already on stage, playing a song I knew well. I slipped silently to a back table, hoping no one will notice me (especially the band) in the dim light.

A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes and trains and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Our friends would all make fun of us

And we'll just laugh along because

We know that none of them have felt this way

Delilah I can promise you

That by the time that we get through

The world will never ever be the same

And you're to blame

          Was it my imagination or was Mike looking straight at me when he sang that? Darn, I should have brought sunglasses. Or maybe borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak.

          They finished the song, and everyone cheered. They had the crowd's approval. "Thank you," Mike said into the mike (I'll never get over that). "That was our cover of 'Hey There Delilah' by the Plain White T's." He paused, glancing back at Kevin, who was mouthing something to him. He smiled, turning back to the audience. "And we've got a surprise for you! For the first time ever, we're going to have a guest up on stage with us."

         A couple of girls squealed, but Mike held up his hand to shut them up. "I meant, as a guest singer that we know. This guest is pretty shy, but let me assure you the person we have in mind is talented, so talented in fact, I'm afraid to say she might be more talented than us." People laughed, wondering who he's talking about. I had a really bad feeling about this. That feeling was confirmed when Mike grinned again.

          I shook my head hard at him, but he ignored me, pretending not to see me. Jeez, couldn’t anyone respect a girl's wishes?

          "Let's welcome our very own, Skye Rivers!" People clapped politely, but I didn’t move. No way. I was not going up there, no matter-----

          Kevin had jumped off the stage sometime when I was glaring at Mike. He was suddenly in front of me, pulling me up out of my seat, while everyone watched.

          "Kevin, no!" I objected, trying (and failing) to tug my arm out of his grasp.

          "C'mon, you really going to disappoint all these people?" He gave me a wicked grin, then abruptly picked me up and started carrying me to the stage. I slapped him, swearing profusely as well, much to the amusement of the audience. He dumped me on the stage.