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We are in the show. We got in.
A few days ago Alex applied us with two covers, we recorded Over and Out by 5 Seconds of Summer, because that's just an amazing song and I insisted we played that one, and we ofcourse send in Where Do Broken Hearts Go.
Today Alex contacted me and the others to say that got an email that we have gotten in the show, because Liam Payne insisted so. We have our audition in 3 weeks, at the first date there will be auditions filmed, and there are drums, a electric guitar, a bass guitar and a synthesizer. Any other instrument or so we have to get or take ourselves. Later on in the show these will be fixed for you if you get trough.
We really have to practice playing the song, and mister Nickson says that we can use the studio any moment we need it, and that he'll kick the others out if there are others.
"Emely! Come over here!" My mother shouts, from what I guess is the living room. She has been redecorating it for months, ever since she didn't like the way that the blue aesthetic didn't fit all the calm and green tints throughout the house. Now she painted the walls some sort of pastel green, and is buying new sofas, tables and paintings to fit with the rest of the house, but since my dad is on some work trip, he can't really help. And my mom isn't strong enough, me neither, but she insists that I am because I play guitar. A lot.
Sighing I get out my screaming red room, and walk extremely slow towards the stairs, stepping extra hard like I always do, to annoy my mother. Don't judge me, we've all been there before.
I step down the stairs and trudge extremely slow towards the living room. "Great, you're here!" My mother claps. "Could you move that closet to that corner? I got it today and it fits perfectly, just needs to be at the right place." She says. I just nod and walk towards the small thing, attempting to lift it up.
"It's too heavy." I announce, after a few tries. "Nonsense. You've been playing so much guitar lately!"
"Well, I train my fingers with that, so I've gotten better at other things."
A sly smile finds the way to my face, and my mom looks disgusted at me.
"Don't say things like that in my house."
I roll my eyes and turn around, to go back to my room and practice. I have to get this perfect, I can't let the group down now.
I finally have friends. Friends. Actual humans willingly hanging out with me, and ofcourse, it's mostly for the band, but still.
I can't fuck it up, like I did back then.
I just can't.
Without noticing I'm already in my bright red room, and one black wall. It's a small, sticking out corner for the shower, and it's painted with school board paint, so I can write down anything I want on it.
I grab one of the chalks from the basket next to it and start writing down some of the lyrics from Over and Out and Counting stars. Next to those lyrics I draw a microphone, guitar and a few stars.
I also start drawing out shots from the video for Over and Out I have in mind.
Once I'm finished I pick up my guitar and start playing the chords, singing along quietly, not wanting my mom to hear that part. My sister could, if she wanted to, but she's studying Law at university, and obviously the favourite child.
It might be the fact that I'm gay, and she's not, or that I dyed my hair red and she doesn't. That I love playing and listening music as loud as possible, as long as it has a good beat and being able to scream the lyrics, and she quietly listens classical music while studying.
