Being Brad's Sister

10. The performance

Emma's pov

So apparently because The Vamps are becoming a little bit popular in the music world now that they are getting their name out there slightly more my head teacher, Mr. Pearce, threatened me about my ensemble saying that I could not do it with Brad and Connor but after Ms. Holmes and I spoke to him we managed to get him to let them come in and record it with me or I would not be able to get my ensemble in on time. It took some persuasion, but we finally did it though, to be completely honest at the start I didn't think he was going to back down but who could resist Ms Holmes and I. We can be very persuasive when we want to be. 

Well today is the day of the performance. I only have music today so the boys and I are coming into school recording then I have permission to go home afterward seems I wouldn't be missing anything except for listening to a load of performances.

It is eight o'clock. Because Brad is coming with me to perform he is driving so I don't have to walk which means extra time to get ready. Well, it may mean extra time to get ready but I don't need it. I have my white tank top with the British flag on it in the Irish colours with some high waist black skinny jeans and my white Nike air high tops. Brad is wearing a white polo shirt with a blue shirt on over the top which he has left unbuttoned, black skinny jeans and some converses.

I am sitting down on the sofa relaxing and finishing off my second cup of tea while Brad is upstairs doing god knows what. He comes running down stairs with his black hat on his head basically his signature look really because he loves wears that hat. I notice my hat in his hand. He runs towards me and puts it carefully on my head making sure not to mess my hair up but still making sure that the hat sits properly on my head like it does on his. Yes we have matching hats; Brad got fed up of me trying to nick his all the time so he brought me one. I fix the hat making it feel comfortable before taking my now empty cup into the kitchen. I quickly wash it and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room where Brad is waiting with two guitar cases, one in each hand. 

"Ready?"

"Let's go. Con meeting us there yeah?" Brad nods and makes his way outside to his car leaving me to lock up the house. The back door is already locked so I grab my bag, sling it over my shoulder and follow Brad outside. I lock the front door, go to Brad's car and sling my bag on to the back seats before climbing in the front passenger seat. Brad starts the engine and pulls away, heading for my college. 

The ride to college was silent. We barely spoke to each other which to be honest I don't mind because I am spending the day with him anyway. Zoey and Jayna have full lessons in college today so they aren't finishing until three o'clock. Brad told me he didn't have anything planned so I am spending the day with him. I am not hanging round with him or the other boys as much since the girl's night in I had last week. I have been spending a lot of time with the girls because we always hang out but there again I have been on about two dates more with Connor so I have been hanging out with Connor just not the other three. I barely see my brother these days either because we are so busy now he is back working again. 

We climb out of the car and I grab my bag. I swing it onto my back hooking both arms through the straps before grabbing my guitar. Brad grabs his and locks the car. A few people are already pointing and looking at us. I look up at Brad as he is an inch or two taller than me.

"Brad. Where is Con?" 

"I'm guessing he isn't here yet."

"But people are staring and we need to go in. Head's orders."

"I know." Brad says shaking his head with a smile on his face. I put my guitar case down and turn to face my brother. 

"He better hurry up." I laugh nervously. "My head took a lot of persuading and I am sure he would not appreciate us standing here and." I scream and someone pulls on my bag spinning me round. I fling my arms around Connor's back and hug him tightly.