It Started With A Dream

Chapter 7 - Magic of Luck

{Peyton's POV}

Time really flies by so fast. It seems just like it was yesterday when we took our first step into college. Now, it's already Spring Break. I personally don't like having school breaks because I never had anything special to do at home anyway. However now, I felt happier without school, because our band has so much planned for the holidays. We're going to do more covers and we've actually started writing our own songs, and we've recently just finished writing out 12th song. That's pretty fantastic.

We have I think about 70,000+ subscribers on youtube, and we're basically almost to the point that youtube will be paying us soon. Surely can't wait for that.

I woke up on the couch, hugging my guitar, and with some music sheets by my feet. So much for writing songs ey. I sat up, and looked at the clock.

[3:21]

Fuck. Well, I had nothing to do anyway. I streched forward to reach for the song sheets, and stacked them properly on the living room table. I checked my phone for any notifications.

·You Have Two Text Messages·

·Instagram - @plum241 and 564 others liked your photo·

·Twitter - @Yiyo_69 favorited your tweet·

...

I went to my inbox directly.

You Have 2 messages from Nathalie

I read the first message,

-Betch. Voodoo Doll cover today :received at 10:45 am:

Shit.

Then, I read her next message.

-Where are you? Have you overslept again? If you did, we're crashing at later, at about.. When you've finished reading this. :received at 3:23 pm:

Then I heard the doorbell rang. They've not only became musicians, they even managed to become magicians as well. Amazing.

I opened the door, and saw the three of them, plus Sammy. They came in, with some music instruments, lightings, a camera and a tripod. Then they basically just barged in, without even asking me. Smoothe.

"What are all these? The fuck is going on?" I asked with frustration. "Since you were late and didn't get to go the Paige's place for the cover, we're bringing the cover to your place." Said Sammy, with the other three giggling softly behind him. I grunted as I sit down to watch them arrange the set for the video. Tracie handed me my guitar, and led me to a stool. The lightings went on, and it almost blinded me, because it was so damn bright.

When we all sat down, we started a greeting for the videos. The usual, "Hi, we're Melodize Clover." Then started to play and sing.

After that, Paige uploaded it and stuff. It kinda gets boring, repeating the same routine. The only thing that had change was we got more subscribers and followers. Which is really cool.

After the cover, they all stayed for a while and Sammy ordered some Mcdonald's. We all ordered ceeseburgers, but mine didn't have onions and pickles, because yuck. While we were waiting for the food, we tried to write more songs.

While we were doing our own thing, "Guuuysss. I'm bored. Are you done yet?" whined Sammy. "Not unless the food's already here." Replied Paige. Since we were song writing, I thought of taking the music sheets that I stacked up on the living room table. But as I reach for it, I noticed that Sammy's jacket was on it.

"Sammy. Can you please take your jacket." I asked him. When I looked at him, he wasn't listening because he had his earphones plugged in his ears. I stood up, and grabbed his jacket off of the table, as I lifted it up, there was something that fell. It looked like a piece of paper. I grabbed it from the floor, and saw that it was..

"Bradford Cobb's management calling card?!" I squealed.

"WHAT." The three girls said at the same time.

I rushed to Sammy and took off the plug from his ears. "Can you please explain what this is." I claimed grumpily as I hold the xard to his face. "Oh, that. I totally forgot." he replied in a chill voice "A cute middle aged man gave that to me and told me to give it to a friend. Although, I never really know which friend."

"When and where did you meet him?" Asked Nathalie impatiently. "Oh, after the Battle of the Bands. He was in the venue." He rellied.

Paige immidiately took out her phone, and toon the card from me, abd dialed it.

*riiinngg riiiinngg*

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.

.

Hello?

"Hello? Uhm, is this Bradford Cobb management?"

Yes. Sorry, may I know this is please.

"Oh, this is the all girl band in the battle of the bands. We believe that Bradford gave his calling card to our gay friend that night".

The three of us trying not to laugh, with Sammy, just scrunching up his forehead.

Oh, yes. I'm going to get you to Mr. Cobb's line in just a second..

Hello?

"Hello, it this Mr. Cobb?"

Yes, it is. And is this Curious Scenic?

"Actually, no. We weren't supp-"

Paige got caught off as I slide my hand flat to my thorat, telling her not to tell him what really happened.

"Suppose to be called that. We got mixed up with another's band's name."

Nice save.

Oh, is that so? Well, whatever your band's name is, I ...

Paige suddenly moved far away from us as she talked to Mr. Cobb, making us not hear what he was saying.

"Alright thank you. Goodbye"

Then she hung up the phone. Me, Nathalie and Tracie were just waiting what she was going to say. Watching her every move, eyeing her every step. When she finally turned to us, and started to say something.

"Girls. Pack your bags."

End of Chapter 7

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