Chance and I stand side stage with five minutes before we're supposed to go on. Sergio went off to get Michael. We just don't know if they're going to be able to get back.
"Where are the other two?" The stage director is furious when he comes over. Smoke is practically pouring out of his ears.
"Coming over here," Chance keeps a straight face. The man then glances at my walking boot and cast. I only have to wear them for another week or so, just like Michael. My ribs are healed though, which is good.
"If you guys don't win this competition I'm suing. You didn't hear it from me, but you guys are the best band by far, and you're popular with the fans," the man whispers to Chance and me, sticking one finger up to his lip afterwards. We mimic him. Sergio and Michael round the corner right when the other band gets to their last verse. They're next to us by the time their song ends.
"Is it just me, or does that guy look familiar?" everything about the guy onstage right in front of us is so familiar. He has blond hair, blue eyes, painfully cliche looking. He's wearing a muscle tee with black ripped skinny jeans. His face is oddly round. You'd expect it to be more rectangular.
"Oh that's Chaz," Michael looks up from his phone to see the guy.
"I feel like I've seen him before," he's painfully familiar.
"Oh, he's Bella's new boyfriend," when Michael says that, with ease I must add, my jaw practically drops. I look between Michael and the other guy, Chaz.
"That's such a step down," Sergio murmurs quietly, but we can still hear him. I nod.
"He's short too," Chance adds.
"It's so hypocritical that she got a boyfriend right after she broke up with you since she couldn't have one," I shake my head. Its completely ridiculous.
"Does Mikey have a girlfriend?" Michael changes the subject randomly.
"Not to my knowledge. Why?"
"I saw him backstage and was wondering," he shrugs carelessly. After Chaz's group finishes getting some feedback from the judges, they start walking offstage. The whole situation with the judges is weird. Every show it's a new set of celebrities, some completely unqualified, who just give feedback. They have a say in nothing at all.
"That performance was clutch brodizzles. Hopefully we can snatch enough votes up to clench some spots in the next round," that's the first thing I hear when their group walks off the stage. This, this is why our world has so many problems.
"I'm finna get some food," it takes everything inside me to not tell these guys to be quiet.
"Oh my gosh Chaz! It's your girl's hot ex!" one of them points at Michael like we can't hear them. Michael, Chance, Sergio, and I all look up at them.
"You idiot!" Chaz punches his friend's shoulder.
"Hey rapper guy! My pal over here thinks your ex is a good kisser!" the devil who said finna yells over to Michael. Mike completely ignores them.
"Do you really want to piss off the most popular guys on this whole show?" Chaz scolds his friends.
"A good rivalry is good. It adds some drama," a guy who hasn't spoken at all shrugs.
"I swear these guys are so stupid," Michael laughs to himself. They can't hear him, but all of us can.
"Hey Chaz, aren't you and Bella gonna get it on tonight?" one of the guys practically yells. Michael shakes his head, and Chance glares over at them, all five of them.
"Can you five shut up?" Lauren yells across the room. All five of them look over at her.
"Sorry babydoll," one of them winks at her. As Lauren gags, Sergio glares at the guy.
"Okay you four, we're going to talk a little to the crowd about what happened, leaving out some details. Then, you'll perform," a stage manager quickly tells us. We nod, and the other group perks up.
"But they aren't allowed to perform without all of their members," one guy, their leader I believe, stomps over to the stage manager with the other four following him.
"Mr. Wilson..."
"No, they're disqualified. It's not fair to us all if they're able to perform. What, if we have a weak link can they 'get hurt' so we can perform without them?"
"You can't compare that."
"Yes I can. They can't perform because they don't have all five of them here."
"All five of them were here. They didn't decide for this to happen. Besides, this was orders from the top of the network to let them still compete," Mr. Stage guy smirks before walking past.
"This will be a battle until the end. The five of us will win this competition," their leader growls at us before walking away.
"Lucky us, now we have both Miles's group and this group wanting to beat us," I joke.
"Okay everyone. Earlier in the show, there was a medical emergency, so In Real Life wasn't able to perform. The member of their group who had the medical emergency is doing fine in the hospital at the moment, and the remaining four members of the group are going to perform tonight. Give a huge round of applause for Chance, Brady, Michael, and Sergio."
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If we get this quick vote, we can just stay with Drew all of tomorrow. There won't be as much stress. For the most part, our performance went well. We had Chance sing all of Drew's parts. None of us cracked, which was good. Michael killed has rap as always.
"Our quick vote winner is," our host, who also gets rotated, opens up the envelope and smiles. "In Real Life." The four of us smile while some of the other groups groan, murmuring things like "this is rigged." In reality, it doesn't matter if they think it's rigged. We know it isn't, and now we're onto the semis in two weeks. Now, we can focus our attention on Drew.
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Aren't they just precious?
So, thoughts on Chaz? Or anyone on that matter
I have the last chapter of this planned, but not some of the middle oh well. I'm guessing this is going to be shorter than Divided though.
