Groupie? // 5SOS

/36/ Remembering Sunday

Previously

Luke's POV

After a few minutes, the seat belt sign went dark so I stood up to use the bathroom. I took a quick look over to the seat where I had seen those eyes and that perfect shade of color in her hair. I almost tripped after I saw her face. She didn't see me but I could tell who she was from the side of her face. I didn't get the chance to go to the bathroom because i knew the only reason I wanted to get up was to confirm it was Izzy. That idea had been confirmed.

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Ashton's POV

"One more take, guys. Almost there."

Michael, Calum and I had been in the studio for the past two hours since 8am. The three of us are barely able to concentrate on anything. We'd done about 46 takes on Lost Boy and we weren't even close to our goal of the day. We were too distracted.

We tried our best on take 47 until they cut the mics off and motioned for us to come out of the booth.

"What the hell is up with you guys? You sound different today... and honestly, by different, I mean shitty."

"Gee... Thanks, Joe." I glared at the studio coordinator.

"Okay, guys. We've been working for five hours straight and haven't really gotten much. Maybe we should give you the rest of the day to sort out whatever the hell is going on and then come in ready and prepared tomorrow."

"No, Joe. That's not necessary!" Calum protested. But Joe just shook his head, not accepting our disagreement.

"Let me fix that sentence up a bit." He paused to clear his throat. "We're giving you the rest of the day off to sort out your problems and then you will come in ready and prepared tomorrow." He smiled and walked away shutting down the sound system. "Tell Luke to feel better. He's the only one excused for a couple of days. We need him back in as soon as his throat is back to normal. He's the lead singer!" He said. "Why are you still standing here? Go figure out your shit!"

We walked out with our heads hung in shame. The silence followed us out to the bus and carried itself into the hotel room. It was only 11am and we were already dismissed from work because we sounded like crap.

"Guys, what the fuck are we going to do?" Calum insisted that we discuss our plans.

"Has anyone tried calling Luke?" I received only silence to my question. "Pull out your phones. Michael, you call Izzy. Calum, you call Luke. I'll keep sending texts to both of them." I ordered as I began rapidly messaging each of them where they were and why they left and if they're okay. I hadn't gotten a response but it's only been a couple minutes since I texted them about 20 times each.

"Luke, pick up your phone." Calum mumbled as the phone was ringing. Calum and I sighed as we heard the voicemail pick up for Luke.

"Did you get her voicemail?" I asked Michael. He shook his head as he put the phone up to his ear. He put it on speaker so all of us could hear the result. The phone began dialing the numbers aloud.

Without ringing, her voice rang loud and clear through the phone:

"Hi, this is Izzy Wright and you've reached my kick ass voice mail. Please leave a funny message including your ratchet-ass name, credit card number, a bad knock knock joke and the best time to ring your ass back. I'll attempt to return your call, ae-sap. If you would like me to contact you by twitter, leave your user name as well. Thanks for calling and have a bad-ass day!"

Michael hung up before he could leave a voicemail. All of us sighed in defeat.

"What do we do now?" I asked them, hoping I wouldn't be the only one with suggestions.