It Started With A Dream

Chapter 3 - The Battle of The Bands

[Nathalie's POV]

It's been a week of boring school, and the Battle of the Bands will be held tonight. I really didn't wanna go to be honest. But, oh well. I heard a buzz on my bed. When I turned to my bed, it turned out to be a text message on my phone.

You have a message from Paige:

-Hey slugger! Be there in 10 with the gang :)

I looked at the clock, and it was already 5:00 in the afternoon. One more hour, til the Battle of The Bands. I got ready and went straight to the bathroom. After that, I blow dried my hair, did two streaks of braids at the side of my hair and tied it up in a bun. Then put on my over sized sweat shirt since it's chilly, with my black trousers.

I looked outside my window, and saw Paige's car backing up in front of my apartment's building. After about a minute, I heard a doorbell. I opened the door and saw the three of my best friends, standing before me.

"Well, what're you waiting for just standing there?" Said Paige, "Let's a go" she exclaimed in a mario voice.

As we were on Paige's car, we all received a text message from Sammy.

You have a text message from: Sammy

-Here in the entrance, waiting for y'all.

Before we could even text back, he our phones vibrated onvlce more.

You have a text message from: Sammy

-Nevermind. I'll be backstage. David Cole is here! So hot. Omg.

I smiled once I read the text, because of how flirty it was. But then I realised,

"Wait, isn't David you're brother?" I asked Tracie. "Uh," she shrugged "Yeah. He didn't tell me that he'll be competing. That moron." "Who cares if he's competing or not?" Claimed Peyton, "Freakin Sammy is all up in his sleeve yo!" Tracie rolled her eyes, as we three let out a giggle.

We had arrived the venue, and all we could see were lights, and people. But the thing that caught the most attention was the stage in the middle, because everyone knew that once a band starts playing on that stage, they will be the main attraction for fighting for that one trophy.

We four lined up to get inside. Once we were near the entrance, the guards put a stamp on our hands. It was like an entry thing. A band was already performing on stage when we got inside.

"This is the third on out of 15 competitors." Peyton shouted as she look at the pamplet about the ocasion. "Okay. I wonder where Sammy is" Tracie shouted as loud as she can in the big croud of screams and music. "There he is!" I said as I poited to the direction.

Sammy was beside the stage watching Tracie's brother's band. We struggled and tried to push our way in to where he was. When we finally reached him, Tracie grabbed his t-shirt with both of her fists and said, "What are you trying to do with my brother?!" The rest of us were trying not to laugh. "Easy, easy there girl. I was just supporting him." Sammy replied as he waved a flirty "hi" to David who was on stage. Tracie let go of Sammy and we continued to watch David's band perform.

After they perform, they all got down from the stage, and the stage manager called out the next band's name "Curious Scenic, you're up" We looked around and saw that no one was coming out from the band's tent. Then we saw Sammy take a guitar from the guitar shack beside him. I went to him and took the guitar from him "What the hell are you doing?" I scolded at him. "Chill. I'm just checking how heavy these are." he replied as he take another one. "Can you guys stop that? This isn't funny." Peyton whispered from behind as she took the other guitar from Sammy.

As me and Peyton put back the guitars in its rightful place, we saw Tracie take a bass guitar, and pretend to play it. She was, literally just playing with it. "Psst, Tracie." Peyton called her, "Put that back!" Tracie frowned and took off the Bass guitar's strap off of her neck. But right when she did, some stage crew members were pushing us up the stage. "You're up. Go right ahead." we were struggling to tell them that we aren't competing, but they were too strong.

In the end, we were on stage. We all knew that Paige knew how to play the drums, and Peyton knew a little bit of guitar, because of music classes in high school. But, it wasn't enough. Our faces were red. The croud was silent, and made it even more awkward as we just stood there. God, this is bad.

End of Chapter 3

Thanks for reading ! I was too lazy to edit this and look for grammar or spelling mistakes, so apologies . Hehe . Please comment, vote and follow me :)

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