He was hopeless at this point. After making a total fool out of himself in front of his crush, he had fallen into the pool, soaking from head to toe. In attempt to hide his reddening face, his two best friends quickly rushed him into their apartment, helping him dry off.

"I'm such an idiot!" He exclaimed sadly, his hands beginning to move furiously. One of his best friends, Elly, tugged at his wrists, pulling them back to his side.
"Stop it. You are not an idiot," She reassured, a small smile playing on her lips.
"You're just nervous," She added, patting his cheek. Kendall nodded, throwing a towel at his face as he walked out of the bathroom. Giving him a thankful look, he took the towel, drying off his face along with his bare arms.

"It's not fair. I like her, and I make myself look like an idiot. Kendall likes you, and you two are all cutesy." He frowned, the now damp towel resting on his shoulder. A grin beginning to form on Elly's face, she sat down on the orange couch, crossing her legs.
"You just need to find your comfort zone with her," He offered.

"Exactly," She added, her index finger pointing up at him. "We're best friends. You need to find that balance."

"Where's your spot?" He asked, his hands digging into his jean pockets.

"The stage downtown," He replied honestly. That had been his favorite place on the Earth since he was younger. Growing up with a musical background, he had performed in many plays and musicals. When on stage, there were no butterflies, it was just him and the music. Nothing else mattered.

Elly's fingers snapped as she grinned with excitement.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked, pouting. "I've made a total fool of myself, and you're smiling?" He empathized on the word smiling, a bit dramatically.

"WELL. I was going to help you, but you can forget it," She said, her voice in the tone of song as she stood up, her smile wide as if she was holding something over his head.

He was desperate, willing to play along with her. "Fine. I'm sorry. Now, talk." He motioned for her to sit down on the couch, to continue.

She smiled, her hands digging into her pocket until she found what she was searching for. Her hand returned with a phone in her palm. Both of them confused, they remained silent, letting her continue. She flicked through the phone, her eyes lighting up as she found what she was searching for, pressing play. She put her phone out between their faces, letting the song play. They bobbed their heads, recognizing the lyrics. Elly constantly sang this song, along with Anna.

"Anna absolutely adores Bruno Mars," She explained with a clever grin.

"Okay, and?" They both rolled their hands, motioning for her to get to the point. Her lips pursed, her palm rising to her forehead.

"Carlos. Your spot is the stage, right?" He nodded, his eyes still blinking, trying to fit the puzzle pieces together.

"What do you do on the stage?" She pressed on, her fingers drumming against her leg impatiently.
"You perform?"

She clapped her hands together, with sarcasm.
"YES." They both scratched their heads.
"So what?"

She blinked. "You guys.. Carlos can sing to her."