Rough Trade NYC: 7:30pm
BackStage:
The band continued to make sure everything was tuned up for when they got out on stage. Jack was checking his bass, Ayla checking her Electric, and Malcolm just relaxing and fidgeting ready to get out there and rock. Finn was sitting over in a corner in a chair lost in thought.
Do I send that message...? I don't even know if she cares, or even likes me for that matter. If I send this, it could be a huge mistake and end up making filming really awkward. Finn could feel his hands clamming up as he sat there with his phone in his hand struggling internally to either press the send button or to erase the message entirely. The rest of the band saw this and came over to have a Calpurnia group huddle before going out on stage.
Finn looks up as a hand comes down comfortingly on his shoulder as he saw that Malcolm and Ayla were pulling up chairs as Jack sat down right next to him.
"What's up man? I haven't seen you this anxious for a show in a really long time y'know?" Jack stated laughing a bit trying to ease Finn's tension that he still has built up in his body. Finn stared off into space for a minute contemplating what to tell them. Do I tell them about Aubrey's offer he gave to us at the Globes or do I wait till after the concert? Do I tell them about Millie?
Finn runs his hands through his hair and sighs out loud while the others give each other knowing glances.
"I'm sorry guys, it's just all of this stuff with Millie that has been going on lately has really taken a toll on me."
Finn stared down at his feet as the rest gather around him in a group hug, once they broke it Ayla chimed in.
"You know Finn, from what I have seen when you guys have been together it looks like she really likes you" Finn looked up at her in shock not really noticing what Ayla had pointed out.
"You think?" He looked her in the eyes hoping she wasn't just saying this to make him feel better.
"Finn did you forget I am also a teenage girl? Yes, I'm positive she likes you but both of your situations are kind of crazy so she is probably scared to start anything with you" Ayla stated matter a factly looking at the other two to back her up. Jack and Malcolm just nodded.
"Yeah honestly man when you talk about her you make it sound like she is the only one in the room. I'm sure she feels the same." Malcolm added
Finn thought about this for a while as his mind continued to race. Hearing what they thought was amazing, but I can't be certain until I talk to her. Finn looked up from his shoes and plastered a huge grin on his face before he jumped up and screamed to Jack, Malcolm, and Ayla.
"Who's ready to rock ROUGH TRADE" looking into each of their eyes as he watched all of them jump up excited and pump their fists in the air
"WE GOT THIS!" they all screamed in unison as they all group hugged one last time before heading to their individual instruments to get ready to head out on stage.
Finn walks over to his things and picks his phone up. With his heart beating a mile a minute he finally presses the send button on the text message that he has been scared to send for the past 45 minutes.
Finnie: Hey Mills, I just wanted you to know that I am playing with my band Calpurnia tonight in NYC. It's an amazing opportunity and I wish that you were here to see how it all goes. Hope all is well, Finn
Rough Trade Audience: 7:50pm
Caleb, Sadie, Noah, Gaten, and Millie all made it into Rough Trade and Immediately headed for the stairs on the left to head up to the Balcony area overlooking everything so that they could have a better view of the stage. They made sure to keep their sunglasses on and hoods up for the time being until the show started so no one would recognize them. Millie knowing, she didn't have a hood on her leather jacket just kind of hid in the middle of the boys and Sadie while people brush by all trying to get the best view of the stage that they can.
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Beating the Odds *Fillie Fic*
FanfictionWith all of the recent drama about Fillie and the apparent rift between Castmates, decisions are made and everyone is left to deal with the aftermath.