That Spanish Boy (Sebastian Olzanski & Magcon Boys)

Rehearsal.

Chapter 11.

Today, we fly out to Houston where the first Macon gig will be held.

The boys will be rehearsing all week, and next week the shows will be starting.

"Brenda," Seb sang softly.

"What time is it?" I yawned.

"It's six in the morning." He said, playing will my hair.

I groaned, I don't usually get up this early. I always get up at eight in the morning, I find myself more relaxed when I do.

"Get ready, the boys are coming over soon." he kissed my cheek.

"Okay," I smiled at him.

I showered quickly, withing ten minutes I was finished.

I changed into black sweatpants, and a red short sleeves crop top, black vans, and let my hair down.

I like to be comfortable while traveling. I looked through my bag that I brought from my house when I left with Seb, and I found my container with blades.

Maybe I should take it, ya know, just in case? No, I promised Shawn. I can't.

I hesitated to put them down but I did, I threw them in the trash and left the bathroom.

I sighed walking into the kitchen, running a hand through my hair.

To my surprise, no one was in there. I shrugged grabbing an apple.

"Hey," I was startled by a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

I cough, choking on the piece of apple I was chewing.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you choke." Seb started patting my back.

I stop coughing and start laughing.

Seb looks at me funny, "Why are you laughing? You were just choking a second ago."

"You're cute when you're freaking out." I smile, taking another bite out of my apple.

The doorbell rang, and I skip happily over to it.

I swing the door open, and there stood ten smiling boys.

"Hello," I smile.

"Hey," They each saying greeting Seb and I.

"Are y'all excited or what?" I say cheerfully.

"Fuck yes." Gilinsky says, the boys agreeing with his answer.

I smile. I am really excited for the boys, they're going to be living their dreams.

Soon, a van came to pick us up, and we were off to the airport.

I remember my first plane ride. I was going on vacation with my parents, to Hawaii. Hawaii is where my father started drinking a lot. He would have these little episodes where he would yell and break things. My mother thought it was best if we returned home, and my father didn't like the idea of it. He got angry with my mother because of that, I know my mother saw him flirt with a lady over there. I think that's the real reason she wanted to leave.

I sat down at my seat, taking my phone out. I took a selfie with Cam, who was sitting behind me. I don't usually take selfies and Seb always asks me why but to be completely honest, I don't even think I'm that pretty so I find no need in taking pictures of myself.

"Hey, can you send it to me?" Cam asks.

I nod, sending him our picture. He probably knows I'm not going to post it anywhere, so I guess he can.