Lexie's P.O.V
"I'm so done with this shit, I can't sit through any more of this." I claimed dramatically, standing up from my chair.
"Lexie come on, we only have one more audition left. Sit your ass back down and listen child!" My best friend Leah sassed.
Today's auditions were going, well, terribly. After our drummer left our band, Let's Not Pretend, we've had to hold auditions and find someone to replace her. But so far, nobody seemed to fit our image. One guy was nerdy and uncool, another was extremely ugly and creepy, and one of them had no talent whatsoever. Of course, I was quick to tell them this, I always speak my mind. I was losing hope in humanity and wanted to smash my head against a wall, but my band-mates convinced me to stay for the very last audition.
That was when the tall, gorgeous punk-rock dude strolled through the door. I nearly fell of my chair. Me and Leah caught each other's eyes and raised our eyebrows, as if to say 'Daaaaaaamn.'
I hadn't even realised my mouth was hanging open, I was just speechless. The poor guy looked kinda terrified, and asked "Um, is she... Okay?"
Leah rolled her eyes and pushed my mouth closed. "Not really, but anyway." she turned to him and rested her chin on her hands, as if she was fascinated by him.
"So, tell us about yourself?" Leah asked him. I was still speechless, just staring at him intently. I must have looked like such a spastic.
"I'm Wolfe Black, I'm eighteen, I've played drums for eight years, and I'm a little creeped out by Lexie staring at me." He let out a nervous laugh.
She looked over at Me and rolled her eyes, "oh she just thinks your really good looking, don't worry about her."
The corner of his mouth tilted into a gorgeous smirk. I nearly dropped my panties for him, right there and then.
"Well, there's a lot of pretty girls here too," he said flirtatiously, eyeing our bassist Lola. Oh, hell no, I should be getting the attention here.
"Hey, Lola, say hi to the floor!" I yelled. Lola was confused, until I shoved her off her chair onto the floor, and I scooted into her seat with an innocent smile. Wolfe just laughed, showing off his adorable little dimples. I almost had an orgasm, that's for fucking sure.
"Anyway, you can audition now." Leah told him, rolling her eyes at my behaviour.
Wolfe nodded and sat down at his drumset. We all watched him intently as he picked up his drumsticks and began playing Good Girls are Bad Girls by 5 Seconds of Summer. I was watching how hard he was hitting the drums and before I knew it he was done.
"That was insane!" Lola exclaimed, flapping her arms in excitement. Wolfe awkwardly laughed and ran a hand through his brown quiff.
"Yeah, you were amazing, the best we've seen all day!" Leah added, writing some notes eagerly.
I just sat up straight and stared at him with a serious expression. "Okay, well, I need to carefully think about this. I want you in the band but there's another important thing I need to know..."
Wolfe nodded slowly, waiting for me to continue.
"ARE YOU SINGLE?" I practically yelled in his face. Leah buried her head in her hands with disappointment and Lola rolled her eyes and let out a huge sigh.
Wolfe laughed, looking both entertained and embarrassed. I noticed his little cheeks turning red and I was internally fangirling.
"Uh, yeah, I'm single. I didn't know that was a requirement but okay." He laughed.
"You're in, well done!" Leah said excitedly. "We'll give you a call later and we can start rehearsals."
Wolfe nodded, looking extremely pleased with himself.
"Thank you so much, guys, I won't let you down," he tried to stay cool but I could see the glint in his eyes, he was just too adorable.
He stumbled over the drum kit awkwardly, mumbling "sorry, sorry" and almost falling out the door. We were all giggling, and then I remembered something.
"Wait, one more thing!" I yelled after him. He began to turn around with a smirk and I practically screamed at him, "FATHER MY CH-"
I got cut off by Leah, who slapped me round the head. I sat back down in my seat quietly. Never mind, then.
"Your turn, now, say hi to the floor!" Without warning, Lola shoved me off my chair, causing me to face-plant the floor.
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Let's Not Pretend
Ficção AdolescenteAfter one member leaves the world-famous band 'Let's Not Pretend' the others member hold auditions to replace her. Nobody seems to be fitting the image, until the gorgeous, perfectly punk-rock dude, known as Wolfe Black strolls through the door and...