They took the elevator down to the studio. Gustavo was waiting there looking irritated. He was holding a box of doughnuts in his arms. "Like that's gonna help his weight loss", James muttered to the other three.
"Okay", said Gustavo loudly. "We have to perform live, TOMORROW, and we need to make everything perfect. Sound tests first!" All four of them groaned. Sound tests were the worst. They were the grownup word for 'singing the same lines over and over again, while Gustavo sees which tuning makes you sound perfect.
Once they were behind the glass, and ready to sing, Gustavo said, "Carlos, lose the helmet."
"NEVER!" Carlos screamed, horrified. I need it! It brings me good fortune! Like, like….. "My lucky bandana", James sighed, barely inaudible.
"You know, I would absolutely LOOOOOVE to listen to James talk about bandanas, but WE NEED TO SOUND TEST!!!" Gustavo yelled at the top of his lungs. "Just take off the stupid helmet", Logan hissed at Carlos. "Oh, you wanna feel the wrath of helmet?" Carlos. "You want to feel excruciating pain in your gut??" He ran at Logan, and butted him in the stomach with his head.
"Owwww", moaned Logan, falling down, clutching his stomach. All yes are on Carlos. "What", Carlos asked anxiously. "There can be a little action now and then…."
James shook his head. "Look, I can't sing", he said. I just lost Lucky today, and he always helps me perform. He gives me forty-five points, while my looks give me, like sixty points, and without Lucky, and with them combined, I'll have exactly…"
"One hundred-five points", Logan groaned from the floor. "Exactly", James exclaimed. "So I can't sing." He took his earphones off, threw them on the floor, and irritably walked away. He didn't expect Kendall, Carlos, or Logan to follow, but they did, which made him feel slightly more relaxed, knowing they were on his side. "I know how you feel", Carlos said, clapping James on the shoulder. "I never sing without my helmet." "No Carlos, you really have no idea", James sighed.