Dez, Ally, Trish and Austin were standing on a huge stage, being adored by many people. All of the crowd was smiling, except for the four people standing on the stage (of course they weren't a part of the crowd, but). There would be no smiling today. Absolutely not. The crowd was roaring, and it was just deafening, continuous sound. Why? Austin cleared his throat and stepped up to the mic, tears in his eyes. "I'm Austin," he said, the crowd's screams only to get louder, just from his two words; he was still astounded by that, and he's had his record deal for five years now. Ally followed, adjusting the mic to her height and stature. "I'm Ally." Trish was next, and she shot a sad smile to the crowd. "I'm Trish," she sighed, motioning to Dez. Dez wasn't even enthusiastic, like he was known to be. He seemed...unhappy, because he was. "I'm Dez." All four friends exchanged glances and Austin's lips trembled as they all stepped up to the mic, Austin tapping it to test the sound. The crowd got silent, watching old photos of the group roll by on the large screen (jumbotron, as Ally liked to call it.. Austin always though it was so adorable) behind the four friends. There was no count down, but all at once, they took a collective breath and said the hardest five words they've ever had to say.
"And we were Team Austin."
Then, all of Miami wept as their favorite four friends walked offstage and the lights came up for the last time.
(A/N: Hi! It's Caitlin and I know this one was really short but it kinda just sparked an idea for me so I wrote it down and decided to post it. Anyway, thanks for the quick reviews on All I Really Want Is The Taste That Your Lips Allow, it means a lot. :D But thank you anyway!(: )