The Roxy .||PM||.

F i f t y - S e v e n

*Highly suggest playing the song and replaying it lol, okay bye.*

Recap

Why was I so nervous? Could Trent be right— could Zion actually like me?

'What do you think? You're obviously nervous for a reason.' I close my eyes, it just wouldn't make sense.

My thoughts are broken by a voice. "Nesquik, you coming?" Brandon asks, a trace of humor in his tone.

Nervously I laugh. "Yeah." I clear my throat. "Coming."
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| Nessa's p.o.v |

Soundcheck and run-throughs had gone smoothly, so we were now sitting backstage before the boys had to perform.

I sigh opening a big bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, stress eating was never good. As showtime got closer, I began to get more antsy—so much for being at ease.

"Cool Ranch?"

I turn to see all those guys looking at me, I quirk a brow wondering if they'd been looking long. "What about them?" I ask Brandon.

He makes a face grimacing. "Nacho cheese is better." Austin and Zion protest, while Nick and Edwin agree.

I snort. "Well that makes sense." Brandon, Nick and Edwin look at me to continue. "You all have bad taste in general." I tell the three making them scoff.

Grinning with satisfaction, I pop more chips into my mouth.

A slight smirk appears on Nicks face. "I'd say I have pretty good taste actually." He says, his eyes directly on mine.

I blush at his comment—part doing to the fact that it was unexpected, and the other for him saying it in front of the guys.

"Boys! Five minutes till showtime!" A voice calls, popping their head into the room we were sat in.

They all stand to their feet, I along glad that the conversation got put to an end before it could continue.

As we got closer to stage the screams were getting louder.

I glance to see all of them smiling, the adrenaline pumping through their veins.

"Wish us luck?" Edwin says, his grin sly. I roll my eyes. "When do I not?" I ask. He shrugs teasingly before pulling me into a tight hug the rest of them joining in.

We start rocking back and forth before Brandon chants. "We rockin pretty, pretty, prettymuch, we rockin' pretty, pretty, prettymuch.." As they continue our huddle gets more hyped, till it's broken.

It was a ritual they did before every show that they allowed me to be apart of every night— it was too cute.

Once we finish I get pulled once again, but in separate hugs this time. "Bye!" They shout, I raise my hands over my mouth. "Good luck guys!" I shout, I never forgot.

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"Whew! That was a good ass show." Brandon says, fondness in his tone. "Bro if you thought tonight was good imagine tomorrow. We're playing the Red Rocks baby!!" Edwin shouts excitedly.