Georgia’s POV
“Babe,” Christian smirked, leaning on the wall smoothly. “Stress less, we’ve got this in the bag.”
“Don’t get cocky Anthony,” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms across my stomach like his were. We were kind of having a weird intense stare down in the dressing room.
The boys were all getting ready for their performance, dealing with nerves or singing quietly to themselves and Taylah was stretched out on one of the couches scrolling through her twitter.
“What about tonight, five minutes,” a stagehand called as they passed. The boys all jumped up and straightened their outfits nervously. We followed them out of the room and down the corridor to the wings.
“What about tonight?” a voice said behind us and we turned to see the brunette girl from the last show. “Right, you guys need to be in position like now.”
“Alright Babe,” Luke said smoothly. “Just for you.”
“Yeah, that’s nice, now get into position,” she said, blowing him off. I coughed to cover my laughter while Taylah bit hers back beside me and Luke tried not to look surprised. Their cue was called and they took to the stage.
“You guys going out front?” The girl asked, directing her attention to Tay and I.
“Meh, it’s too far,” I looked to the door down to the seating. “Mind if we hang out back here?”
“As long as you don’t make any trouble, I can’t see a problem,” she shrugged, taking a seat against the wall. I sat against the wall opposite while Tay took position on a table nearby. “So, I didn’t catch your names.”
“I’m Taylah, and this is Georgia,” she made the appropriate introductions. “You?”
“Maeve,” she grinned up at us, pushing her hair behind her ear. “So how do you guys have backstage passes?”
“Well I’m kind of Ronan Keating’s niece,” I explained casually. “And Taylah’s Brock’s sister, from the band.”
“Oh alright,” she nodded. “I thought you would be their girlfriends or something.” We both just laughed, shaking our heads. I wish, I mean what.
We sat there for the rest of the show in the corridor, people hurrying between us. While act after act streamed onto the stage and the crowd roared and cheered and the judges deliberated, we sat there and talked.
“Oi, the boys are coming,” I pointed out. “Unless you want Luke to flirt with you a little more, I’d run while you still can.”
“Good point,” she laughed, jumping to her feet. “See you ladies next week.” She unhooked her headset and left. We stood up as the boys approached.
“There you are,” Brock stopped beside Tay and ruffled her hair. “We’ve been looking for you since we came off.”
“We’ve been making friends,” Tay grinned as she fixed her hair. “Come on, take me home now.”
“Yes master,” Tyrone bowed dramatically. I linked arms with Christian and Luke and pulled them towards the exit, the others following behind us. The breeze outside was cold and biting as we stepped into it and headed for the van. I slid open the door and climbed over into the back very gracefully, cough cough.
“I wanted to sit in the back,” Christian whined. I stuck out my tongue at him. “Broooock! Georgia’s being mean to me.”
“Oh my god, you two are such children,” Luke groaned. “Georgia, stop antagonizing him. Christian, just sit in the back with her. She doesn’t have cooties.”
He smirked and jumped over the seats into the back with me while Tay, Mitchel and Tyrone sat in the middle row. I made myself comfortable, putting my legs up across the seat so they were up against Christian’s legs.
“She’s touching me,” he wrinkled his nose jokingly.
“Christian, shut up and stop being such a girl,” Brock called back from the front. I laughed and nudged Christian with my foot and he rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything else.
We pulled out of the carpark and once again got stuck behind a heap of people crossing the road to their cars. Tay stuck her head out the window.
“Out of the way loser!” she shouted. The girl in the middle of the pack turned and peered through her glasses to see who was yelling. Her face split into a grin and she flipped Tay the bird. Taylah pulled her head back in and we pulled out as Maeve ran over to her lift.
“Are we watching a movie?” Mitchel asked when we got home, flopping onto the couch. We all nodded and gathered around the big flat screen TV. Mitch and Taylah had the couch, Luke and Tyrone got the armchairs and Brock, Christian and I were in beanbags on the floor.
The boys put on 2012. At least I think that’s what it was; I wasn’t really paying that much attention. Truth be told, I was on my phone playing Angry Birds. I’m pretty sure they noticed when I got a high score and said ‘yes!’ really loudly. Whoops.
“So that’s how the world’s going to end,” Christian said matter of factly after it was finished. Mitchel hit him over the head with one of the couch pillows and pushed himself up to stand.
“Is it over?” Tay asked blearily, having just woken up.
“Yeap,” Brock pulled her to her feet. “Don’t forget to do a test before you go to bed.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she shuffled into the kitchen, waving her hand dismissively.
Taylah’s a Type 2 diabetic. It’s still at a stage where she can manage it with her diet and exercise and testing her blood sugar regularly. She’s pretty good with it, even if she is lazy in everything else.
“I’m all good,” she shouted from the next room. “Can I go to bed now?”
“Yeah, I’m coming,” I called back. I jumped up and said goodnight to the boys before following her out and up the stairs to her room.
