"Guys, we've got a gig!" Ashton walked into our hotel room with his usual smile plastered on his face.
"Where and when?" I asked, hoping that it would be tonight because I hadn't done an awful lot in the past few days. We'd been inside for what felt like months.
"It's in this small town called Snowdon. There's a performing arts school there for kids our age, it's like a college but they don't class it as one. But the kids from the school come down to the club on Saturday nights a lot of the time to get shit drunk since it's only a short walk from their dorms. They let people come up and sing a couple of songs, everyone gets to listen to live music and stuff. They called me this morning and asked us if we would perform a set and I said yeah since we haven't done much in the last few days and now the fans know that we're here we should probably start making some public appearances." Ashton shrugged.
There was no doubt in my mind that there was probably more than one performing arts school in London, but I could just tell that this would be her school and if she was there then I might have some issues.
"When is it? Tonight?" Calum asked, not even looking up from his phone to look at Ashton as he spoke.
Ashton told him that it was and the went to take a shower.
Since we'd come to London, we had tried to keep quiet about our location. Our families and close friends knew where we were but we didn't want to tell the fans until we had our meeting with Mr. Graham to save us having fans outside the record company's building and outside the hotel.
Mr. Graham, who had told us we could call him John, was actually a very friendly man. It only took him 10 minutes to decide hat he wanted us to stay longer and in his words "make us his famous little muffins."
All four of us were anxious to know why Lydia had described him as scary, but when we walked into his office we knew exactly why.
John has a scar down the left side of his face, that started just below his eye and finished just above the line of his jaw. After the interview as we were driving home Lydia told us that someone had tried to mug him when he was around 25 and he fell and had a shard of glass tear his face open. I flinch even at the thought of that happening to me.
Round about 6 the boys and I started to get ready and do out usual rituals that we did before performing. We all had to take a shot of water from the bottle cap and we did a big group hug.
"Calum can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked him, pulling him away from the other guys. Since Calum was actually with me the night that I met Maggie I felt like it was easier to talk to him about it, he didn't even meet her but that was just how I felt.
"What's up buddy?" Calum asked, frowning slightly.
"You know how Ashton said that kids from a performing arts school go to this club a lot?" I asked, to which he nodded. "Maggie came to London to go to a performing arts school!"
"Is it definitely the same school?" He asked.
"Well I don't know, I can't remember the name of it. And I'm not sure whether she even got into the school or not so she might not even be here." I huffed, realizing that all this fuss was uncalled for. "It doesn't matter bro, she's probably not going to be there."
"You know how slim the chances are." He tried to comfort me. "But just in case, what are you going to do if she's there?" He frowned, I hadn't even thought about that.
"I don't even know." I rolled my eyes.
"If she's there then why don't we sing that new song that you wrote about her, we could just shove it on the end of our set." He suggested, which wasn't a bad idea. "The boy and I have learned it, it would be give the fans something new to listen to."
I'd written a song about Maggie a week after our night together, it wasn't my best work but it was special because it was about her. I was actually in the middle of writing another song about her just now but the boys didn't know that. "You're a genius, thanks lad." I gave him a pat on the back and went to practice the song, because if she was there I didn't want to fuck this up.
