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17: You Heard Me

"Is your shift over yet?" Jamie asked me through the phone.  It was now October, meaning it's been three weeks since Niall's birthday. Jamie's been acting a lot nicer to me and she's been spending more time at our dorm than usual, which was weird.  Don't get me wrong, I love that she's not trying to annoy the hell out of me or act like I'm not even in the room, but it's out of character and it's worrying me.

"It'll be over in about ten minutes, why?" I answered, looking at the huge clock on the wall behind me.

"You know that coffee place on campus?" She didn't have to elaborate on which one.  I knew which one she was talking about. She couold only be talking about the one a few minutes away from our dorm. It's the same place I met Ethan. 

"Yeah...?"

"Well starting tonight they're having an open mic every Saturday," Jamie said.

"So?"

"So, we should go and make fun of people who think they can sing when they really should stop trying," she proposed.

"Why??" 

"It'll be hilarious, oh my God! C'mon, Wen, I need a good laugh," She whined.

I sighed. "Alright, fine.  When does it start?"

"At, like, five, I think." That was 

"Okay. I'll meet you there then," I told her, since it was four forty-five right now.

"Okay cool."

"Who was on the phone?" Niall asked me, making me jump in surprise.  

"Oh, it was just my roommate," I said. "She's dragging me to this open mic thing at this coffee shop on campus."

"Does she sing?" He asked.

I laughed. Jamie singing? I'd never put those two words together in a sentence. She's always told me that there were two kinds of people in the world: those who make music and people who listen to music.  She would then elaborate that she's part of the latter.  "Yeah, um, no, singing's not really her thing."

"Then why-"

"She wants to make fun of people who make fools of themselves by singing when they are actaully terrible singers," I explain.

He chuckled. "I hope she doesn't laugh at me, then."

"You sing?"

He nodded. "Yeah, Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Harry, and me are kind of in a band," he shrugged. I was confused. Louis never mentioned anything about being in a band.  But then again, it seems like there's more that he's keeping from me. 

My brows came together. "What do you mean 'kind of'?"

"Well, we haven't gotten many gigs so far, so we haven't really performed live that much," He clarified. "I bet we aren't even that good."

"Oh, come on, I'm sure you're great," I assure him. "What's your band called?"

"One Direction."

"One Direction, hmm, has a nice ring to it. I like it," I smile. "How'd you come up with it?"

"Well, when we had our first band practice, we agreed that if we want to do this then we have to dive in wholeheartedly," He revealed, "We all said that if we wanted to be big some day, we'd have to work our asses off to be the best we can be. We'd have to be dedicated and determined to only go in one direction: up."

"Wow, you must really love music if you're that dedicated," I commented.

"It's my dream to be at the top of the charts, performing in front of crowds like at this coffee place or possibly crowds even bigger than this," He tells me.