Backstage in Europe
-All three Guys are Vampires
-All three girls are human
It's that summer after the girls first year of college and they need a job. After looking long and hard they come across an audition to join a band as backstage singers. If the girls make i in the band they will be going on a summer long tour in Europe!
The boys have always wanted to be in a band, but the there's one problem they're vampires. What if they did get famous? How long would they have to hide before people would finally forget them so they could join civilization again? But they do it anyways, but they need four backstage singers to join them on their Europe tour.
Since I'm not Mrs. Stephenie Meyer, I do not own anything Twilight :(
(BPOV)
"No… nah… Definitely not! Hey this one works for you Bella," I looked up from my position on the cold tile floor just as a yellow piece of paper flew into my face poking my eye with its delicate corner.
"Ow! Alice!" I protested as she snickered but her eyes stayed locked on the large corkscrew wall filled with multicolored paper advertisements for various summer jobs. I looked at the devilish paper that had poked me moments before, then snorted when I read the first word RUNWAY… I didn't read the rest not needing to and instead crumpled it up. I had difficulties walking let alone modeling while walking.
"You guys are still looking?" I heard Rosalie's voice from down the long corridor as her heels clicked on the floor echoing in the silence of the hall. She slung her bag—full of college class books—over her shoulders with grace and ease.
My eyes shot around for the crumpled up piece of paper, "now this is more for Rosalie," I grumbled when I found the paper then through it towards the approaching Rosalie. She raised her eyebrows and looked confusingly down at me while Alice hunched her shoulders to suppress her giggles.
"If we don't finish soon the whole school will be out and attacking these boards!" Rosalie pointed out the obvious with an edge in her voice. Alice and I turned our heads only slightly towards her while our eyes gave her the 'ya think?' glare.
"Well at least Bella and I got out here when we said we would," Alice piped in, her eyes scanning a green piece of paper just slightly above her head.
"So, I lost track of time in the professor's very interesting speech," Rosalie said looking away dreamily. Alice and I both knew Rosalie's crush on her own college professor.
"Only you would loose track of time in an auto mechanics class," I said with distaste in my voice as I blankly stared at the gradually blurring wall, I'd been staring at for so long, that my eyes were beginning to protest.
"It just so happens that I enjoy auto mechanics very much," Rosalie huffed while punching out her left hip that supported her left arm.
I rolled my eyes discreetly while Alice changed the dangerous subject, "well as punishment for your lateness you can go check the top fliers." Both Alice and I had tried our best to reach the fliers at the top by jumping frantically or giving each other piggy back rides, but all ended in failed attempts, or bruised butts.
Rosalie took her punishment and made her way to the stapled wall. "Hmm… how about this clothing store, umm Glorious Girls?" Rosalie suggested while tearing off an orange paper.
Alice's eyes shot up towards the little paper with excitement, "Ooh! I've seen that store at the mall—"
"No—!" I quickly cut in. The thought of spending time in the mall just because of my friendship with Alice and Rosalie was daunting, let alone an entire summer in it for a part time job! I shuddered at the thought, while Rosalie took pity on me and crinkled up the orange paper then threw it into the Mt. Everest high pile of rejected jobs. The pile reminded me of the heaps of dead leaves that grew in neighbors' yards every fall.
We kept our eyes trained on the wall, looking for anything of interest. I stole a quick glance at my wrist for the time, 5 minutes until the wall would, not only be covered in fliers, but college students.
"Hey guys," Rosalie filled the silence with her interested voice, "what about this?" I got off my aching stiff knees to meet Alice beside Rosalie to inspect the plain white paper held in her fingers.
BACKSTAGE SINGERS
We are looking for 4 backstage singers for the band Living Forever
Auditions will be held at the college building, room 208 in the studio recording room.
Please note that those chosen will be going to Europe for the summer, to tour.
Call this number (xxx) xxx-xxxx to sign up ahead of time and for more information.
Auditions will be on May 21 12:00p.m.-4:00p.m.
"OO!" Alice jumped up and down—her flip-flops making an off rhythm beat—while her hands clapped noisily throughout the hallway, enthusiasm clearly breaking through her eyes.
I looked questioningly at the paper giving a second to respond. Both their eyes were penetrating into my very skull, trying to get a glimpse of my answer to come. "Aw come on guys, you know how much I hate being on stage. And I can't sing and I can hardly walk let alone dance!" I complained giving my best pout which had a worn off effect throughout our friendship and all the times it was used to get out of trips to the mall or wherever else their minds were able to cook up.
"First of all Bella," Alice straightened up while putting a business woman face on, "you would be the backstage dancer, so no one would really be looking at us. And please do not start with the 'I'm not pretty! I can't do that! I'm not that!" Alice began to mimic my words as Rosalie nodded her head in perfect agreement making me sink back further into the off white walls of the school. "You are a good singer—no buts!" she had her finger up to my nose while her nose was held up high in the air.
Rosalie continued Alice's speech, "and so you aren't very coordinated but the key word here is backstage singer. So all you have to do is a few oo's and aaw's and maybe a few hands motions," Rosalie concluded the little Bella speech while I contemplated my options.
I guess it wouldn't be too bad, considering if I was actually accepted, which was as big of a chance as Britney Spears becoming sane.
"Oo!" Alice jumped up again, "and we would get to go to Europe!"
I'd never been to Europe. I tried to even out my face but a grin began to form. I finally let out an exhale of contentment, "okay." Alice squealed while Rosalie smiled triumphantly.
Once we were done with the celebration of satisfaction for finally picking a summer job, Rosalie mumbled while giving us both a quick glance, "Have you ever heard of them before?"
Alice shook her head while I let out a low, "no." They must have been just a small band trying to make it big time. They also must've had a lot of money to start off going to Europe to tour.
A low buzz of talking began to fill the passageway as doors began to open as people walked out of their classrooms in clumps of bored faces. The hallway started filling and I could tell many of the people were walking to the wall filled with jobs.
"Well that was timing," Alice beamed then continued, "come on, let's go shopping for our outfits for the audition!" Alice exclaimed happily grabbing Rosalie's and my arms to skip off towards the car. I groaned loudly in protest but my voice was lost in the crowds' growing voices as we weaved in and out.
"Room 208," I reminded Rosalie and Alice while I had the white information sheet glued to my face stumbling on the sidewalk from loss of vision.
Alice grabbed my arm after I stumbled once again, "Jeez Bella don't kill yourself! That's the fifth time you've nearly fallen flat on your face!"
I tore my eyes from the frustrating white piece of paper to glare at Alice, "you read it then!" I huffed exasperated while I threw the paper at her face. She dodged the paper and my hand avoiding any injuries but scooped the paper up before it hit the floor.
Rosalie cut in before Alice could reply, "we don't need the paper! We already know what room we need to go to! All we need to know is where the room is, and since that sheet doesn't have a map, we don't need it!" I was about to cut her ranting but the death glare her eyes were offering to anyone who dared to look, stopped me. "Not that we should need a map, since this is our own bloody school!" Rosalie was fuming as she held her hands tightly to her side.
We were on our second walk around the school and still no sign of room 208, maybe it was a typo.
The cloudy overcast sky reflected our moods perfectly as the chilling wind swam through the leaves of the scattered trees around the open campus. My hand slid on the rough light peach colored walls, every now and then running over smooth dark blue as I passed a door.
"Look at this! 206… 207… and then, Nothing!" Rosalie screeched, inspecting the building as if it were a crime scene. A few passing people gave us questioning looks but hastily quickened their pace when they saw the hysteria burning in all our eyes.
None of us had ever had a class in the performing area of the school, therefore had no idea where it was. Although it should have been near the other 200 buildings, it wasn't. Like it 'fell off the edge of the earth' or was under the ground somewhere.
I was beginning to appreciate Alice's rule of 'half an hour early to everything'. We only had 10 minutes left to find the building, get inside and be directed to our spots in line for the audition. If we'd left any later we would surely be late. When we called they gave us a number that would decide the order we auditioned in.
Other than that I didn't have a clue how the auditions would go, although I knew I needed a song to sing for at least 45 seconds but no longer than a minute and a half.
I looked behind us lazily trying to cool off my nerves and aggravation. I saw a tall pale skinned girl with strawberry blond hair walking briskly. I tried to stop my staring but couldn't help it, her features were perfectly proportioned and she looked like she was headed to a model shooting. Her light topaz eyes caught mine and smiled giving a short nod.
I gasped and my eyes became slightly larger than normal, but not because of the kind gesture she gave, but for the white piece of paper held loosely at her side by two fingers.
She gave a questioning look at my reaction as she made her way closer. "Um excuse me?" I said shyly, embarrassed for my ridiculous reaction.
"Yes?" she slowed her steps when she was in normal talking distance of us. Rosalie and Alice had turned around curious to whom I was talking to. Both of them studied the girls unnatural beauty for a second then gave similar gasps to mine when they noticed the paper.
"Are you going to the audition?" I pointed to the paper that her fingers lightly lifted into the air.
"Yeah are you?" she smiled kindly showing her toothpaste white teeth.
"Well we're trying too. But we can't seem to find room 208," I said awkwardly while a light blush crept over my face.
She laughed making me twitch with jealousy for the flow in it. I felt bad for Rosalie, knowing how she enjoyed most of the attention, and hated competition. "I can help, but do you mind if we hurry I'm suppose to be there in five minutes," she looked at her watch quickly.
"Sure—"
"Whatever—"
"Thanks!" Alice beamed always managing to stay chipper somehow.
"I'm Tanya by the way," she put in before we headed off.
"I'm Alice!—"
"Bella—"
"Rosalie—"
After our introductions we began our walk which took us around the building and through a small back part of the building then up a flight of concrete stairs, staying under the shade of trees. We took a sharp left then another sharp right and down a long narrow shaded path alongside another building. No wonder we could find it, it was like a maze!
Tanya began to make light conversation but my breath was getting heavier and heavier so I prayed it wouldn't be anything too long to respond to. "What songs are you guys going to do?"
Alice was the first to respond, "All My Loving, it's sung by the Beatles but it's also in the movie Across the Universe" I watched her do something in-between a skip and a jump with her tiny legs, not even breaking a sweat.
I followed suit with a slightly breathless voice, "Building a Mystery by: Sarah McLachlan."
Rosalie was last as she mumbled, "Reflections by: Christina Aguilera."
We had all taken a long time in our dorms discussing our options and strong points for songs. A few google searches and heated discussions later, and we had them.
"What are you singing?" Alice besieged while she skipped beside Tanya who smiled and gave a slight chuckle to the bundle of energy beside her.
"Strawberry Wine, it's by Deana Carter," Tanya said then pointed towards a door with many girls standing around it humming or talking to others. Most had nervous faces on, constantly fidgeting while others stood confident. I had a feeling I'd be the nervous.
"Finally! No wonder we couldn't find this place!" Rosalie grumbled loudly.
Tanya looked back and chuckled, "Well the fastest way is from the front, since we were in the back we took the back way which is the longest." Rosalie glared at Tanya, whose eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Well it was nice meeting you lady's I should go in good luck!" With that she squeezed past a group of girls and into the door.
Alice and I eyed Rosalie. "What?!" she crossed her arms, but Alice and I kept staring waiting for her to admit her wrong. She sighed heavily and annoyingly dropped her arms to her sides, "We need to go in too."
We squeezed past the same group of girls and I noticed the paper with numbers written on them taped to their shirts. We entered a crowed little room with dark red velvety walls and a dim dreary feeling to it.
A tall scrawny looking guy stood in the middle with two large stacks of papers in his hands. Girls were swarming around him shouting out their names as he struggled through the pile.
He called out in a squeaky voice, "Can I have everyone who has an audition for anywhere between 12:30 to 1:00!" Some girls backed away pouting while others continued more eagerly.
"Excuse us," Rosalie led the way through the girls earning scowls that she just as harshly gave back. "Excuse us, we have an audition in a few minutes," she said loudly above the girls. The guy looked up fumbled a little more with his stack of paper then asked for our names.
He searched for our names in the large pile. I could see sweat beads forming on his forehead.
I looked around the room while I waited. So many people were there, how would I ever get chosen? My breath caught when I saw a tall toned guy walking across the room trying hard not to run into anyone. He had very pale skin that was perfectly smooth and bronze perfectly messy hair. I kept my eyes trained on the figure of the sculptured man.
He held a pair of keys that he smoothly pushed through a lock on a door. Before he opened it to enter he looked over near my area, and our eyes met. I can't remember how long we stared but I can remember the very crooked grin that played across his lips. I did my best to smile back but he had already gone through the door as I stood there still struggling to get a descent smile out.
I probably had looked like an idiot. Was he one of the band members? If so I definitely wanted to get in.
When my attention finally turned back to the scrawny looking boy, I was handed a piece of paper with my number on it. He pointed to a table at the right of the room with tape and staples. Alice almost dropped dead when he fumbled to quickly explain that it was best to staple it to our clothes since the tape easily fell off.
"Will numbers 33, 34, 35 and 36 please step into the room," came a bored voice on the loud speaker in the top right corner of the room.
When I looked over my eyes spotted Tanya walking over with three other girls to the door that I suspected was where we would be doing our audition.
If for some crazy reason we were chosen I hoped we would be able to be with Tanya, she seemed like a nice and easy person to be friends with.
I did a quick shudder as the butterflies began to take over. I was number 39, Rosalie was 38 and Alice was 37, we would be next.
We made our way to the barely visible table which was hidden behind frantic girls piling over it in search for tape or a stapler. I made a wild grab through the packed bodies and came out with a stapler. Knowing my luck, I'd be one of the girls whose paper fell off during the audition if I'd used tape, so I began my work with the stapler.
Alice came over right after I finished my stapling, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open in an uncouth manner at the sight. I shrugged and offered it to her but she looked offended and turned away only to run into Rosalie who offered her tape.
We all went to stand by the door when we were finished. I was on my tip toes in anticipation. What if I forget the words? What if I trip walking in, or out? What if my voice cracks? My mind began running at a 100 mile per hour going through every possible wrong.
After what seemed like hours the door opened and the four girls walked out with many different ranges of emotions playing on their faces. I smiled and waved at Tanya who had a casual look on. When she saw us she smiled and waved in response and gave us a quick good luck, before the loud speaker came on again.
"Numbers 37, 38, 39 and 40 please," the voice droned on again. With a heavy intake of stuffy air I straightened my shoulders and followed Alice and Rosalie into the room. I did a quick look behind me and spotted another girl with brown hair and a confident look on her face walking toward the same door.
When we walked into the audition room my eyes immediately squinted from the harsh bright light reflecting off the bright white walls. In comparison to the waiting room it was like looking at the sun.
I noticed the large tinted, practically black, window that we would be standing in front of and singing to. Four microphones were in the middle of the room all in a straight line. Alice skipped over to the last one as the rest of us took over the other three.
I bit my lip, here goes nothing.
Hope you guys liked it! Tell me if ya did, so I know to continue or not :)
Also if you liked this writing style you can check out my other stoy Love in Ireland. Those of you who've read Love in Ireland and are reading Backstage in Europe becasue you've read my other story, Hello again :)
