I'm with the Band

I'm with the band chapter thirteen

Chapter 13

" Can I talk to you?" I ask Zack, the morning of dress rehearsals for the next show, since the video is now done. 

" Sure," he says brightly, and I kick myself for being the one to ruin his day.

" Um," I start out awkwardly, his big brown eyes staring at me intently. " I like you, a lot and care about you, but you need to know that I don't love you romantically- at least yet," I rush out. Zack pushes his lips together, displeased.

" Am I taking things too fast?" he asks, more curt than concerned.

" No," I say. He raises an eyebrow.

" Really." It comes out a statement.

" Sure." I can tell that he's hurt.

" I'm just not quite there yet," I tell him truthfully. " Truth."

" Sometimes the truth hurts," is all he says, before walking off.

" Zack wait!" I call after him. He doesn't even turn around. I'm not sure what I was really expecting though. Of course, we can take it as slow as you want? Maybe not. Was it something that I had done just now? Oh my god, were we breaking up? I hoped not, I may not love Zack, but we've only been dating a few weeks now.

We get to the big center, used for concerts and sports events, to only be greeted by a very unwelcome sight. David is yelling big time at some sharp, stout woman with glasses at the tip of her nose, who is only smirking. But what's worse is that on the stage is another band- the West Coast Boys, Formerly Lucky's biggest rival.

I turn to Caroline. " What are they doing here?" I ask angrily.

" I have no idea," Caroline mumbles furiously. I walk towards the stage, trying to figure out what's happening.

" What's going on here?" I hiss at one of the dancers from WCB. " WE are the ones supposed to be performing here tonight." The girl smirks haughtily at me.

" Puh-leeze. Who invited you losers to our show," she sneers.

" Your show?" I stutter.

" Yes, OUR show little one, OUR show- so get the crap out of here."

" Um, no," I say firmly, narrowing my eyes in her direction. " This place belongs to us, we have nowhere else to go."

" Well, boo hoo for you I guess, because neither do we."

" Then where do you suggest we perform?" I ask snidely, hating this chick's guts.

" I dunno, anywhere but here!"

" We booked the place for us," I near shout.

" Maybe, but we were here first."

" You can't just waltz in some place payed for by someone else and just expect us to say ' oh sure, you can stay!" I screech. The girl chuckles meanly.

" Don't even try to be funny."

" Who the hell do you think you are?"

" Megan Felix, head dancer, who do you think YOU are?"

" Sophia Hennerson, lead dancer."

" Liar, I'm going to call the cops on you guys if you don't get out."

" More like your only mom," the girl, Megan Felix specifically, snorts. 

" Haha, you're sooo hilarious," I shoot back sarcastically.

" Whatever, I guess Formerly Lucky really IS formerly."

" We've come to an agreement everyone!" David shouts into the microphone, drawing all of our attention to the stage.

The stout woman with the chic designer glasses pushes David out of the way, giving a forced, broad smile. " Formerly Lucky and West Coast Boys will be having a collaborated performance."

Silence. Shock. Stunned. That is what fills the large auditorium.

" What?" Megan yells out incredulously beside me.

" You heard what we said, now get to work!" the woman orders over the microphone. Slowly, everyone surveys each other, sizing each other up, seeing what they have to work with. " Dancers over here!" Caroline calls.

"Charlie is sick!" she screams terrified.

" Um, excuse me?" I ask, fear gripping me, because I know what's coming.

" She's sick!" Caroline screeches. " What do you not understand about being sick! She just freaking threw up her guts in the dressing room literally moments ago!"

" How can she be sick in a time like this?" Jenna panics.

" I don't know, but Sophia's going to have to take over now." Crap. I knew it was coming, I just didn't want it to. All my life, I'd only ever been the best at little things, but nothing as huge as this. I've never really been in the spotlight like this before.

" I don't know if I can," I worry, embarrassed.

" Shut up Sophia, you're DOING it!" Caroline shouts. I flinch, but nod, bile filling my mouth. I might as well be sick now. So much was happening in so little time. Maddi and Jenna cast me dirty looks while everyone else stared at me with hope. I feel as if the weight of the universe was balancing atop my brown head. I take a deep breath, trying to clear my fuzzy brain. I can do it.

" I'll do it," I agree.

" Of course you will," Caroline mutters. " Now get practicing!"

" We have no room," Taylor complains.

" Well get used to it and go," Caroline demands, becoming more ticked off by the second.

" Yes ma'am," Taylor says.

It's stressful as we practice, with so much going on at once, the dancers from WCB twirling along on the other side of the stage. It's hard to concentrate, and a head ache is slowly building. How on earth we were supposed to pull this off, I've no idea as the two songs from the different bands collide as the two groups of dancers move.

" That was the most nightmare practice ever," Megan says to me while we're getting our makeup done for the performance.

" You realize who you're talking to, right?" I ask her, slightly confused.

" Yes," she answers, rolling her eyes. " And besides, why did you never tell me that Zack and you were dating?"

My eyes nearly bug out of my head. " Be quiet!" I hiss. " Who told you that!" Megan feigns offense.

" Zack, of course. He doesn't really seem your type though." A flash of jealousy pumps through my veins. Zack was talking to her? When? Megan was a beautiful girl. She had golden blond hair, dark emerald eyes, a pretty face and nice body. Plus she was snarky and smart. What guy wouldn't go for that? " Well, looks like I'm done," Megan declares, jumping off of the salon chair. " Ciao loser!" she sings, exiting the room.

I feel suspicious of her and can't shake my nervousness. Once my hair and face are done, I hop off the spinning chair and go searching for a vending machine. As strange as it sounds, a good, cold, sugary soda always calms down my nerves.

I pop into a couple of empty back rooms before coming to the last door in the hallway. I turn the knob and immediately spot the soda machine. But the other thing I spot is a thousand times worse than all those sugary calories I was about to guzzle down.

Hurt, anger, shock rush through my blood as I witness the scene in front of me. There is Zack. And there is that brat Megan. They're close- too close. But even worse, is that little brat and my beloved boyfriend, are kissing.

Zack was cheating on me, just hours after I told him I didn't love him. And it was all my fault.

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A/N: Oooooh snap! Shocker, right! Keep reading, voting, fanning and ps, what can a girl do to get a comment around here? Thanks for the support too! Okay, enough with the ranting, ciao! - Tuesday