A/N: This is a in-progress book in Wattpad. If you like it, please read the rest of what I have written.
BREAKING NEWS!
THE HIT YOUTUBE ACOUSTIC COVER BAND, 'Rabbit and Gentlemen' HAVE JUST BEEN SIGN ON BY MUSIC ON RECORD.
THE BAND WAS HUGE ON YOUTUBE WITH OVER 3 MILLION VIEWS AND LIKES. THEY COVER BANDS LIKE 'Maroon 5,' 'Jet' AND MANY MORE.
I WONDER IF THE BOYS WILL HANDLE THE FAME?
That was a month ago, now we are number 1 on iTunes and on the radio. We can't walk on the streets without someone recognizing us or being swamped by fans.
The band is made up of 4 guys that decided to make a YouTube channel. That YouTube channel went viral with over 3 million likes and views, because of that, a man named Ziv Zaki decided to sign us on and become our manager.
Now we are living life to the fullest!
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"What the hell Joel?!" Matt shouted at me jumping ten feet in the air, I just laughed bending over holding my stomach. I had just scared the living daylights out of him by putting my hands on his shoulders while he wasn't looking.
Seb was also laughing as hard as me as he was watching me the whole time, and Tim was chuckling at the scene in front of him. We all were sitting on the couch; we had been doing interviews all day because everyone wanted to know about the new top chart band from YouTube.
"Come on boys, calm down." Ziv was shaking his head at us, "You've got an interview in a minute."
Once our laughing had stopped we sat on the couch waiting for the next interview to start.
The door opened and another reporter came in, we stood up to greet her and shake her hand. We fell back down onto the couch and she sat in front of us. Once we were comfortable the interview started.
"OK I have 3 Questions for you today." we all nodded, "First Question: So tell me, how this band came together?" she asked getting ready to write.
"We were put together in a band for a music assignment at Uni." Matt said leaning forward onto his knees,
"More like pushed." I muttered,
"Why do you say that?" she asked me,
"At first we disliked each other. We came from different groups being different ages and all."
"If I may ask, what are your ages?"
"Well I'm 21, Matt is 22, Tim is 20 and Seb is the youngest at 19."
"Wow, a year's difference between each other." she nodded,
"Yeah, it wasn't easy at first, but we found out we worked well together and started to bond." Tim explained.
"That is good. Question two: When did you realize you were famous?"
"For me it was the breaking news in the newspaper last month that caught my attention." Seb answered, we all nodded at that. It was a really big face palm for all of us to see that we made breaking news so quickly.
"Amazing, last question: What will your fans be seeing in the future?" she asked looking at us.
"Hopefully a tour and loads of new songs and albums," I said smiling at her.
"Well thank you boys it was nice to meet you." She said smiling, we all said our 'it's nice to meet you too.' Then she was ushered out the door.
"Quickest interview we've had." Matt said sighing.
"I wish they were all like that." Tim said, shoulders drooping. He has taken the press the worst, constantly worrying about what they would say about him.
After a few more interviews, we were done for the day and headed back to our apartment at The New York Palace. A very nice hotel we were staying in together. Our apartment had a living room, kitchen and dining. There were two bedrooms and two en-suites off them. Tim and Seb shared one, while Matt and I shared the other.
When we got there, we order pizza for dinner and watched TV, then decided to retire for the night.
It would be another big day tomorrow
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At the Busker's Cafe, I, Shey Cooper, am doing my waiter job for my Uncle. You see, my Uncle Henry owned this cafe and had offered me a job and a place to stay when I moved up here to New York for my studies.
Other than my studies and this job, I have a YouTube channel for my cover songs I write and compose. My name on there is 'The Gypsy'.
"Shey! Table 3 is ready!" My loving but annoying 21 year old brother, Tom Cooper called out. He is currently standing behind the serving counter, with another meal ready to be delivered to a table. When my Uncle had asked if I could help in his cafe I asked if my brother could too, my Uncle agreed. My Uncle also accepted that my brother's best mate, Jay, could also, he was the bartender. My Uncle Henry was the head chef making the food in back kitchen. Basically pies, cakes, muffins, that sort of food. Service had started off as a rush but now it was more of a trickle.
I went and grabbed the plate from my brother and delivered it to table 3. They thanked me and I left them to eat their meal. I went over to my Uncle to ask him if I was finished for the night, as that was the last meal out. He was talking on the phone, so when I asked him he didn't answer me so I slowly made my way to the door, knowing if he did see me he would tell me to wipe the tables and put up the chairs, and that I didn't want to do.
"Oh no, you don't!" He grabbed the back of my shirt pulling me back,
'Damn, nearly made it.' I thought. He pulled me back and handed me a cloth. "Wipe down the tables, then you are done for tonight."
Told you he would say that. I huffed but went and completed the job. Once I was done I told my Uncle.
"Hey I'm finished." I said, putting the cloth in the sink rinsing it out, and hanging it to dry.
"Fine, you are done for tonight." He said to me, "did you get something to eat?"
"Yeah I did before service." I replied, "I am going to go up to the roof."
He waved his hand at me telling me to go.
Our roof is flat, up there is a little room, more like a shed I took over, for me to write and record my music. In there I have put a couch and a table, my guitar is there and microphone to record the music. My laptop is sitting on the table; I also have a tripod and a camera for filming.
I go and sit on the couch turning the laptop on waiting for it to load; I grab my guitar and strum a couple of cords. Once it has loaded, I place the guitar beside me, and open the internet. I go to YouTube, and login in to my The_Gypsy account. I go to my videos and have a look at my new one I made only yesterday, I did a cover of the cover by William Singe on the X Factor's 'Call me Maybe by Carly Ray Jepson' with his rap. I smiled when I saw the views, I had hit 1000 views. The comments on it were really nice, 'Best cover yet!' from S.T.R&G_the_awesomest! I always find one comment by him. He has actually requested a few songs as well as a duet with him, but I have never met him or responded.
When I decided that I needed to go to bed it was 12 o'clock. I shut down the laptop and closed the lid.
'Tomorrow I should upload another song.' I thought as I got ready for bed by going back downstairs.
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