"Is your refrigerator running? Well then you better catch it!"
A story in which an egotistical pop star keeps getting prank calls from a sarcastic girl
Book 1 of 5 in the communications series
"One, two, three, four," our management is on a video chat with us, twenty minutes before the show. "Where is the fifth member!"
"About that...," Brady trails off. The corrupted businessman who runs the company, Mr. Storkman, glares at us.
"You idiots lost Drew!" he screams at us through the screen. Yes, we did loose Drew. It's the day of the actual performance, and we still haven't found Drew from yesterday. He's practically disappeared. We've tried to find him, but nothing.
"Yes, we might have, but," Chance starts. Mr. Storkman raises an eyebrow. "All four of us, as of yesterday, have agreed that, if it comes down to it, plan z is what we need to do." Mr. Storkman gains a grinch like smile on his face. I don't know if that's his regular smile or not. Time will tell.
"Great. So in two weeks, Drew is going to get a wake up call," the joy on his face from this is sickening.
"Unless Drew gets his act together beforehand," I have to add in. I love Drew like a brother. I also love all the other guys. No matter what happens, two of us are going to be separated from the rest of us, and that won't be fun. It'd be better if, by a slim chance, Drew can get better within the two weeks.
"True, but that's not probable," he rolls his eyes. "And if he still isn't better after that, us here have came to a conclusion." The way he states the ending makes me hate him even more than I already did.
"Which is," Michael says.
"Well, I'd give him a year, at most. If after that he isn't back to normal, and this isn't up for discussion, he is out of the group and the boy who got the 6th amount of votes on the show is getting put in the band," my jaw drops. Michael clenches his jaw, and Brady and Chance just look shocked.
"What?" I stammer. Mr. Storkman crosses his arms.
"You heard me. We have the rights to do that," he smirks.
"We love the other guys, but this is ridiculous! Drew earned his spot in this band," Michael spits, but Mr. Storkman chuckles.
"And he's lost it too. Don't worry, you guys will like it better this way, and this is just a last resort," his face is covered in joy from upsetting us.
"What about their band? Cam, Mikey, Jaden, and Marcus are in a group together," Brady brings up a valid point.
"We simply pluck the person out, we're not telling you who that is by the way, and are putting Drew in that band as a trade, a swap," he acts as if it's no big deal, but it is. Yes, Drew is difficult, but none of us want him out of the group. The same Drew from boy band is still in there somewhere.
"This is ridiculous," Michael physically walks out of frame before completely leaving the room.
"Someone go get Mr. Conor," Mr. Storkman commands. Chance sighs and goes out to get Michael, leaving just Brady and I.
"I think this is a little much," I admit. Mr. Storkman starts cracking up laughing.
"You think it matters what you think!?! This industry is out to get anyone and everything. You need to toughen up," he laughs at my face. "You two are what, sixteen and seventeen? You're lucky I'm protecting you from most of the harshness of the industry. Anyways, I have important meetings to go to. Behave," and with that, he ends the call.
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Ten minutes before the show, and Drew still isn't here. The four of us are trying to figure out how we're going to perform without him. He does have his designated parts. We're performing "Finesse,""Eyes Closed," and "Tattoo," so there's a lot of rearranging to do considering Drew isn't here.
"Brady, it'll be easiest if you just sing all of Drew's parts. Your voice is the most similar to his," Chance suggests. Brady nods. Now, it's time for the choreo, which is probably going to be harder. We start discussing everything, and we even get Tattoo and Eyes Closed finished in five minutes.
There's only five minutes left before we have to go to the stage where we have to sit and watch the people perform in a designated area, and we still have Finesse left, probably the hardest of the three. We work out the beginning where Michael is rapping , our shape now a diamond, Chance moving from behind Brady to behind Michael. That's when Drew walks into the room wearing sunglasses. All of our eyes widen.
"Drew!" Brady cheers, and Drew covers his ears.
"Shut up Brady," he snaps quickly, walking over and falling onto the couch.
"We're going to stage in five minutes," Chance tells him, sniffing the air. He then walks over to Drew, sniffs the air, then frowns.
"No, we're on tomorrow," Drew spits in the same manner as before. Chance then steals Drew's sunglasses.
"You're high," he clenches his jaw, seeing Drew's red, irritated, watery eyes.
"We have to get to stage now," I state, looking up at the clock. It's as if they read my mind, and there is a knock at the door, our "escort." Drew tries to get up, but Chance sits him back down.
"No, you're not performing like that. The four of us can handle this," Chance scolds as the rest of us head towards the door. Brady walks out first, head down. Michael then walks out, a frown on his face. I glance back at Drew before walking out with Chance right behind me.
"I would've preferred if he just didn't show up," I mumble quietly to myself. It's better for him to be a no show than for him to show up three minutes before after we've already set up everything in a state where he can't even perform.
Our escort doesn't even talk to us. He just leads the four of us into this barricaded area at the side of the stage, off away from everyone else, of course. We're herded into the area like animals, then locked in. To add on top of it, our escort stays and full on guards us so no one can talk to us.
We watch the show from the area off of the stage. I try to focus, but I can't. All I can think of is them replacing Drew. They wouldn't really do that, would they? I want it to be an empty threat, but I know it isn't. Once it's time for us to perform, we're let out of the cage, and the stage manager walks up to us.
"Aren't there five of you guys?" he asks. None of us answer, so Chance speaks up.
"Usually, but not tonight."
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This story probably seems like it has nothing to do with the title, but it does. It's just in the "set up" phase. It will come
Anything you think is going to happen?
I'm going to be posting another story soon, so keep your eyes peeled (i already have three chapters written) it's the 5sos and irl story
