Stardom *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter Seven

-Hayden's POV-

It was the day after we'd gotten the news about the Battles.

Thorne and I were walking around backstage and heard some boys voices singing one of our favourite songs, Lightning in a Bottle. There was an open door and Thorne took it as an invitation to walk in the room. She crept in despite my protests that the people in the room probably forgot to close it. We climbed onto some of the speakers and sat down to listen and watch. Thorne was rocking out and with her horrible luck, fell off landing on the floor with a loud THUD. Five heads snapped around to face us, then one of the guys went to see if Thorne was okay. She laughed and stood up, dusting herself off in response. I smiled and shook my head at her actions, sliding off of the speaker and gracefully landing on my feet.

"I hope you're aware that we're going to win now because of your song choice." I declared matter-of-factly.

"Don't be so sure of yourself there." The blue-haired one said.

"Well, if I must point out, you five murdered the song, and somehow ended up off key. So if that doesn't count fdor murdering a song, I'm not sure what does." I retored. The guy with un-naturally crimson red hair scoffed and fixed the scarf he was wearing.

"I'm going to have to side with my friend here. You guys sounded quite good, but you somehow managed to go off key..." Thorne awkwardly said while rubbing the back of her neck.

"Bitch please! We're better than you'll ever be, we're going to kick your ass." the little dude with dark brown hair said.

"Bro, no. Don't be so hateful," mumbled the guy in the weird tophat.

"I want to know what's happening here. So somebody better start talking."

My head turned towards Bex's voice. She stood with her hands on her hips, Thisle was behind her with arms crossed over her chest and Katrina's hands were fisted at her sides. I told them what happened and they all made faces.

"Look, it seems like we're going to have to show you how to sing this song PROPORLY." hissed Katrina.

"Well look like someone's PMS-ing." Mummled the male 'hipster'. Katrina walked up to him, grabbing him by the scarf and front of his shirt, glaring at him.

"This morning to start my day I woke up in a pool of my own blood. Is that how you want to end yours?" She stated calmly. He scrambled around in her grip, mumbling apologies. She dropped him and he landed in a heap on the floor.

We showed them how the song ACTUALLY went. When we finished the guy with blue hair suggested that we pair off to work on parts of in and sing it like that in the Battle. It wasn't a bad idea so that's what ended up happening. Each one of us was paired with our stereotypical twin. Fabulous since mine is a Grade-A asshole.