Once upon a time (Bill Kaulitz fanfiction)

Chapter 3

I didn't need to choose a song on my own for the recall: it was a group recall, so I was picked in a group with three others: Julia, Martin and Oksana -who turned out to be the lady with the tall legs and the pink top from the casting.

"It's so great to be here." she said at the hotel room. "Dieter and Bill together, it rocks!"

"Oksana, come on, you're married!" Julia replied and laughed.

Oksana shrugged.

"So? If it's only in my head, I can think whatever the hell I want."

I just smiled at them both and kept unpacking my stuff for the night. Our last member, Martin, was quiet too. But I couldn't tell if it was from nervousness or just because he was as shy as me.

"Besides, Bill doesn't like me." Oksana replied.

"What makes you say that?" Julia asked.

"He said it off-screen. He said I was tasteless and had no style, and that I lack the thing that blasts away everything and touches people's heart and blah blah blah..."

"And what did other judges say?"

"About the same. Dieter even said I sounded like a robot when I sang. I don't give a crap, I have a nice voice and I'm self-confident enough. Besides, they still gave me their four Yes, so who cares about what they thought underneath?"

They both smiled, and Martin and I looked at each other: though we said nothing yet, we already knew there would two teams within the team.

When everything was set, we all sat on and around two of the four beds.

"So… Anybody had an idea about the choice for a song?" Oksana asked.

"I do! I thought about "Price Tag" from Jessie J." Julia proudly replied.

"Oh my god, I love this song! It's so cool!"

"And I even printed four copies of the song!" She added and took sheets out of her bag before handing them to us.

"You did it in advance? That's so sweet, you're amazing!"

"I know." Julia said and stuck out the tip of her tongue like a kitten.

"So guys," Oksana said and turned at us. "What do you think? I think Price Tag's the best we have!"

"Hum…" Martin hesitated. "Sure, why not? If everybody's okay with it, then it's fine by me. I can do it."

The beautiful blonde then turned to me, though she was barely hiding her joy of winning the discussion already.

"I… don't know." I admitted after a longue pause, which then made the two women freeze and made me twirl a strand of hair around my finger.

"Why not?" Julia bluntly asked.

"I'm not sure the song's good enough for me. I have a bad memory and she sings really fast. I don't think I can remember all the lyrics and sing it without mashing every word."

"Well… if you don't want that song, then give us your title. The audition is tomorrow in the afternoon, so we don't have much time to decide."

She was obviously trying to sound patient, but failed at it. Probably from the lack of practice.

"How about… "Apologize" from One Republic?"

The two girls looked at each other, which gave me the impression of a reversed mirror: they both had the same kind of taken-from-a-page-magazine perfection -clear skin, white teeth, doe eyes and thin long thighs- except one was blonde and the other one was chestnut-haired.