Battle of the Bands

First Impressions

TAYLAH’S POV

“What About Tonight, meet Hipster.”

“What!?” eight of us yelled out. This was the band we were ‘touring’ with? You have got to be kidding me.

“They’re a girl band?” One of them, the shortest one with heaps of blonde hair, asked, looking us over.

“They wanted at least some brain cells on the tour,” Maeve said, glaring back at him.

“Hey, we’re not complaining,” the guy with the high brunette hair said with a smirk. I felt my eyebrows rise and saw the other girls look at them with disgust. Not a hope in hell.

“Logan are we going?” I turned to our manager, who was so going to get it later, by the way.

“Oh yeah,” he said awkwardly. “We were just discussing that. I totally blanked when I arranged for Annie to bring the boys over. We’ve got this thing, a performance. Hey, why don’t you and the boys come and watch?”

So when we pulled into the carpark downtown, we were followed by another two cars. We tried our best to ignore the boys who were so obviously staring at us from behind as we went inside.

“But this is a-”

“Yep,” Georgia cut whoever it was off and we kept walking. We caught the elevator up to the fourth floor and took a familiar route. “Hey Nina,” we greeted the woman at the desk.

We went through a door into a room full of children, sitting around and playing with toys and books and puzzles. When they saw us, they cheered and jumped up to come hug us.

“Taylah!” a little blonde girl squealed and attacked me with a hug. I picked her up and settled her on my hip. “What are you singing today?”

“That depends what you want to hear,” I grinned back at her, setting her down into a beanbag in front of a mini stage at the front of the room. Another little redheaded girl came running over and sat down next to her.

“One Direction, One Direction, One Direction,” they chanted and I had to laugh. They were only like seven, they probably only knew the one song. But I can never say no to a request. I told the girls the plan and we pulled our mics out of the cupboard.

“Hey there ladies and gentlemen,” Maeve said into her microphone and a bunch of them all came running over or jumped to their feet in front of us.  “How is everyone?” Cue cheers.

“This one is a special request for some special girls,” Georgia shot a smile to the girls in the front row.

“You’re insecure, don’t know what for,” they all screamed and clapped as we sang. “You’re turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or.”

“Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you,” I spied the ‘boyband’ standing at the back of the room and watching. The looks of surprise and shock on their faces made me smirk a little.

“Don’t go,” little pouting faces pleaded as we went to leave an hour later. They were clinging to our legs and doing the best puppy dog eyes I’ve ever been tortured with.

“We’ll come back soon,” I promised. We managed to get outside, being followed by everyone else out onto the street.

“That was really impressive,” the tall curly headed boy admitted.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Georgia smirked. The boys looked to each other and did some kind of psychic communication thingy.

We ended up at a little café, gathered around a couple of tables we’d pushed together. I was sitting between Maeve and Georgia, sipping on a milkshake and trying to listen to what Logan was saying.

“So we’ll be doing some small promo gigs around Australia, getting your names out there,” he explained.

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Georgiagoodall This is going to be a disaster!

Maevekerrc 100% certain I’ll murder one of them #SorryNotSorry

Taylahhg They’re looking at us, they know we’re texting about them! ABORT MISSION! ABORT ABORT!

The girls burst into hysterical giggles on either side of me, trying to hold it in. Logan gave us a stern look and then we were all biting our lips, trying so hard not to laugh.

“Sorry Lolo, what were you saying?” I asked, impressively calm.

“I said,” he rolled his eyes. “Before your first show, we’ve arranged for you all to stay together for a week in a little cabin we found, to you know, get to know each other better.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the little blonde one said. I should probably learnt their names…

“No we’re not ‘kidding you’ Christian,” Annie, the boys’ manager said like she was talking to a little kid. “You’ve all already proved that you need it. You’re all going to get along whether you like it or not, or there’s no tour. End of discussion.”

Well, that’s the end of that then. Damn, I was actually pretty excited about it too, but what’s the chance of us getting along with them?

“They’re so arrogant,” Georgia said later when we were back home, lying on my bed with music playing and a bag of mnms in the middle of us. “Did you see the way that blonde one kept flicking his hair?”

“Oh my god I know,” Maeve sat up quickly. “Like I just wish I had some scissors and I could just – Bam! Snip it right off!”

“But remember, we all have to get along,” I reminded them jokingly. “Yeah, in their dreams.”

“Girls, dinner!” Logan called from downstairs. We all rolled off the bed and went downstairs, finding Logan serving out bowls of pasta. Damn the boy was a good cook, best guardian ever.

“So what did you think?” he asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. We all exchanged a look and rolled our eyes. “Hey, they’re too young for me, but for you girls… you’ve got to admit they’re pretty gorg.”

“Careful Logan,” I laughed. “Your twelve year old girl is showing.”

“Very funny,” he flicked a pea at me out of his bowl. “Eat your pasta loser.”