The Superstars (A BoybandPH Fanfiction) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 20: The Gatecrashers

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LL: I know it is not Saturday, but this chapter is long over due. One loooong update ahead. Enjoy!

Tristan looked at them, blinking. He cannot comprehend what was happening. He then asked,

T: Anong party? Anong crash?

R: Your father, bro. We will crash your father's birthday party.

Russell explained. Tristan shook his head.

T: Ba-bakit naman?

N: Hindi ka imbitado eh. Tsaka, para na rin maibigay mo sa Papa mo ang gift mo.

T: Gift? Anong gift ko?

J: Your voice. Your talent. You gotta show him what he's missing.

Joao winked. He took Tristan's arm and forced him to sit at the dining table. Ford and Russell began arranging the plates and utensils. Niel helped around too.

F: Pero bago ang lahat, kain muna tayo. (places a big bowl of soup) Luto ni Russell 'yan.

Ford grinned.

T: Guys? Sure ba kayo sa ginagawa ninyo? Paano ang BOC? Eh sa Miyerkules na yun eh.

N: Okay lang yan. Talagang day off naman ang Sunday eh. Wala namang mawawala.

Niel reasoned. But Tristan frowned at that. He was still unsure about the plan.

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R: Joao? Hey, can you take the second verse?

Russell asked Joao who in response, nodded. Then Russell continued directing and distributing the lines,

R: Niel, go with Joao starting with the fourth line. And Tristan, can you take the chorus all by yourself?

Tristan made a thumbs-up gesture.

R: Ford, let us take the second voice to support Tristan.

F: Sure, Master Russell.

The boys spent the whole day practicing the two songs they selected to perform. Russell insisted to play the piano. Naturally, of course, Niel volunteered to do the strumming. Joao directed the blockings as well. The songs were pretty heartfelt so they did not need rigorous dance steps. But they still need to know where they will stand on the stage.

After hours of practice, they crashed themselves on the floor because of exhaustion. They were taking their rest when Niel had a sudden thought in mind.

N: Hay, ang sakit ng lalamunan ko. Ang taas nung sa huli. Kakauhaw.

F: Wag kang iinom ng malamig ng tubig ah. Baka mapaos ka, bunso.

N: Alam ko naman yun, Kuya Ford eh. (sighs) Haaay, ang pawis ko na pala!

Niel commented when he looked down his shirt.

N: Teka, magpapalit lang ako.

As he was headed for the doors, Niel slowly turned around.

N: Guys, hindi naman tayo siguro pupunta sa party na naka T-shirt at pantalon diba?

The four stopped whatever they were doing. They all stared at Niel. Truth dawning on their faces.

F: Hindi natin naisip yun ah!

T: Ayyy... (laughs) Oo nga. Mga naka-barong at amerikana sigurado yung mga pupunta dun.

J: In short, VIPs mga pupunta. Right. We would look like idiots if we went out like this.