After the meet and greet was over everyone walked into Bart's temporary office.
"Bart we need to talk to you," I said crossing my arms.
"What's up?" He asked.
"We're declaring war," Brent said.
"War?" Bart laughed.
"I think you guys are blowing this out of proportion," someone from Magcon muttered behind us.
"But are we? Do you think that was the only fan who exploded on us? So many fans freaking compare us to you! They always say "oh sure they're okay but none of them are talented but hey Brent's really hot so I payed. But I would rather see Magcon" Were not blowing this out of porportion! We just want to prove we are as good as you maybe better, but no one is willing to give us a chance! Because you guys were a group before we were or because you guys are hotter! It's so annoying how fans can easily just compare us when we've never went head to head. This is our chance to prove ourselves!" I said
"You talk about how the fans treat you poorly? Do you know how you treated that fan back there?" Another Magcon person said.
"You're fucking kidding right Matt? She basically verbally attacked us. We have a right to stand up for ourselves," Kian said.
"But really war? That's so fucking stupid," another Magcon guys said.
"If it's the only way to prove ourselves it's worth it," Amber said.
"You guys are being so stupid. Of course were going to win! Ours fans never let us down. You're basically asking to get shut down!" That Nash kid said.
"What the frick Nash?" Brent yelled.
"Guys I swear it sl-" Nash was cut off.
"Oh, it's so on," Andrea snapped.
"Technically we can't have this "war" if MagCon isn't up for it," Bart said.
"Oh, if their so sure they'll win they should be up for it. Or are they all talk?" I asked.
"Bring it on," one of the growled.
"Alright let's discuss in the board room," Bart said gathering up some papers and his laptop.
We all walked to the board room. Once you walked in theirs a long oval table. probably about 15 seats on every side and than one seat on the other 2 sides. Each group sat on one of the long sides then Bart sat in the shorter side. Basically it's was Bart on the small side then me and a guy who looked around 19 with brown hair sat across from each other. Then Brent and Nash sat across from each other, and that went one for awhile. Bart opened his laptop and started typing.
"Alright how is this going to happen?" Bart asked.
"Best out of 7 shows. Winner stays and loser shuts down Immediatley," Brent said.
"Hmm, alright," Bart said unsurely.
"How can you win a show?" Bart asked.
"Basically well have category's and people face off. Then the fans vote who won. Whoever won the most category's wins the show," Sam said.
"How did you come up with this?" Bart asked and we all shrugged.
"Okay then. What are some category's?" Bart asked.
"We can have people who do covers." Amber said.
"And original songs," someone from Magcon spoke.
"We can do best dressed," Bethany said which caused me to laugh.
"How about best twerker?" Ricky asked.
"Best ship," that Nash kid said.
"Best DJS," Mahgoney smirked.
"Best lip gloss dance," a Magcon person chirped.
"Food eating contest," Jc laughed.
"Alright we'll add more later. Are you guys sure?" Bart asked.
"Yes," we all said
"One more thing. Jacob what group will you be part of?" Bart asked.
Jacobs face fell. He looked from us to Mahogany and smiled, "I'll go with MagCon."
"Alright, let me print this," Bart said and walked out of the room.
"You guys have no idea what your even up against," one of them said.
"Please, we already know we're going against a bunch of pretty boys who think they're amazingly talented, but really only have fans cause "they're just so cute and so die for!" Rebecca said and did the last part in a really high pitched voice.
"Well you better kiss the stage and your fans goodbye because when were done with you you'll never show any of your faces again," one of them laughed.
Bart walked back in and sat down.
"Alright, I'll pass around the contract saying you all agreed so just sign it and we'll be on our way," Bart said handing me the paper and I immediately signed it, "Also we were thinking about just using a voting app and that's how they'll declare the winners. Also I'll call you all with information on when the events are and where. Well book the plane tickets and hotels for you as usual."
We all nodded while they finished signing the contract. The final person signed the contract and everyone in NocGam walked out.
"We're at war." I whispered and everyone nodded.
