Boy Band

25. Solos

Jay's P.O.V.

This was it. All the weeks of preparation had led up to this moment. The boys were doing solos this week, the last week before the new band was announced. While they were on edge I was also on edge as well, not just for them but for myself. I spent my entire summer working on boy band in an attempt to get a job with the final five. At the end of the day if I didn't get the job it would not be the end of the world, but let me tell you out of me and the other girl who was trying to get this job I was defiantly the better stylist. That probably sounds really cocky and maybe makes it seem like I am very full of myself, but it has been a very long summer. If I have learned anything about the other girl going for the job its that she is very lazy and very unwilling to work with the boys on what they want. Tonight I dressed Michael, Mikey, Chance, and Drew. Though we still had next week to dress the boys, this week was really our last week to prove ourselves. By next week they would have probably already picked out who they want to hire for the job, hell they probably already know who they want to hire now.

I was walking around back stage as they all got ready, I knew I wasn't the only one who was freaking out this week. Though I felt as if I was the only one freaking out right now. I walked around checking on the boys that I had dressed to make sure that everything was good with them and their outfits. I was walking back to go up front and grab my seat when Michael stopped me.

"I am freaking out right now." He said

"Michael, you have an edge to you. You have so much talent and more to you than some of the other boys" I said, "You should be worried, everyone should. BUT you are way more than capable you hear me? You are going to go out there and you are going to fucking kill it, okay? you're going to go out there and rap your little heart out and it is all going to be worth it next week when you make the band. SO many people support you, its not just friends and family supporting you anymore. You got hella people backing you Michael Conor. Now you are going to go out on the stage and you are going to kill it. You are going to go out there and make america go wow this is what I need in my boy band, you hear me?" 

Michaels face softened as I spoke, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Yeah," Michael replied, "I hear you." 

"Good." I said with a smile.

I turned to walk away, I was walking away. I was about to walk out from back stage when Chance grabbed my arm.

"Yes Chance?" I said

"I just wanted to say thank you." He said

I raised my eyebrow at Chance.

"Thank you for everything you have done for me." Chance said, "You have really been a good friend to me and I appreciate you."

"Why are you getting all mushy on me Chance, " I said, "This rodeo isn't over yet."

"I know." Chance said, "But It is coming to an end. I don't know how it will end up but I just thought I should tell you that you are appreciated because I feel like you aren't told that enough."

I smiled, "thank you Chance. Now go out there and kill it for me."

"You got it dude." Chance said

I walked out, this time with out any interruptions. I stood surrounded by many others who supported my boys as well. This was it, this was the last performance. This was inevitably the beginning of the end. I am not ready for it.