LOL no one's reading this. #foreveralone. If anyone cares, the character models are on my page.
By the way, this story is based off of BTR's rise to fame as a band. I disclaim the similarities. This story will be different because females are stereotypically depicted as smarter and more clever by the media/TV shows/movies. IT'S FUNNY. :p
*I do not own anybody/thing that you may recognize from BTR. Disclaimer continues at the bottom.
Carson kept her hand pressed over her ears as Alexis continued to shriek at her parents to hurry up. It wasn't like this guy was going anywhere. They'd scheduled a meeting with him.
The car screeched to a stop outside of the community entertainment house, where the show choir often rehearsed. Alexis nearly hurled herself out of the car with an iron-clad grip on Terri's wrist, her mother frantically following.
"Let's GO!"
Carson climbed out of the car and followed her two friends. They walked into the studio and stopped. The place was covered in trash and chairs were thrown all over. Carson got the feeling that there were many people here before.
"What do you MEAN, there's no meeting?"
Alexis was screeching at her parents; who were trying- albeit unsuccessfully- to reason with her.
"Honey, Gustavo Rocque has been traveling the country looking for the next big thing," Tess reasoned.
"Gustavo Rocque? As in BoyQuake, BoyCity, and Boyz in the Attic, I-Can't-Write-Songs-Without-The-Word-Girl-In-Them Gustavo Rocque? That guy's a joke!" Edie snorted. Terri whirled on her. "How do you know all of his songs, then?" she challenged, a neatly plucked blonde eyebrow raising. Alexis mimicked her movements, putting her hands on her hips.
Edie shrugged. "You know Milo and his famous delusion? He went through a pop boy band phase. I had to listen to it: constantly." She closed her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her nose, sighing.
A crash was heard behind the closed door of the auditorium. "YOU SIR, REMIND ME A LOT OF MATTHEW MCCHONHAY! AND YOU SMELL BAD! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! NEXT!"
"Sounds like a harsh critic, guys. You sure you want to do this?" Carson asked her friends.
The doors flew open. The girls turned and gaped at the sight of Milo being restrained by security guards. He struggled, yelling over his shoulder, "When I get discovered and I'm more famous than your stupid band, you're gonna regret this, you over-puffed cheeseball!" he turned and saw his sister and her friends and grinned cheerily. "Oh...hey girls!"
"Hi Milo," they all chorused dully.
"How did you get here? And without showering?" Edie crinkled her nose; he still smelled like garbage.
"I figured riding my bike would cancel the smell out!" Milo said in irritation. His voice lowered and his thick dark eyebrows raised. "He's evil. And clearly tasteless." he turned his head around. "See you at home!" he called over his shoulder as the guards threw him out the front door.
A young woman dressed in a snazzy outfit exited the room, groaning as she searched through the papers she was holding. "No one left?" she whispered in horror. She then glanced up, almost collapsing with relief. "Oh, thank you! Thank you thank you THANK YOU!" she began ripping numbers off of a notepad and slamming them on everyone's chest and passing out paperwork with alarming speed.
"Wait- we're not all auditioning!" Emily sputtered.
"Well, I'm a desperate talent scout, I haven't slept for the past two weeks, we've been scouring the country looking for somebody our producer is happy with, you're all pretty and have charming faces and Miley Cyrus made one hundred and fifty million just from concerts last year." she managed to say in one breath and staying conscious.
There was a dead silence before Ari raised her hand. "I'll go first!"
"Ari!" Alexis hissed. Ari rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. He'll throw me out like everyone else and when he sees you, he'll be blown away."
Ari skipped into the audition room after the woman while everyone else took seats. Soon enough, they heard a shrieking sound through the closed doors.
"'Cause girl, I'd catch a grenade for ya-"
"STOP." Ari obeyed and looked at the man. Gustavo Rocque was a portly man with a scary-looking goatee, swag clothes and bug-eye sunglasses, with a permanent scowl etched upon his face topping off the look.
"What Gods of Anti-Rock sent you a delusion to audition for me? I am looking for people WHO CAN SING!" he roared at Ari. She shrugged. "Well, my best friend is trying out and I think you should take her."
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"It was just a suggestion!"
"Don't suggest things!"
"Well, how did I sound?"
"Like a cat being brutally slaughtered!"
"Is that good?"
"NO!"
"When can I start?"
"I DIDN'T HIRE YOU!"
"Why not?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE AWFUL!"
"Do you think pigeons have feelings?"
Edie stepped onto the stage. So, this guy was a jerk? This would be fun.
"She's not hideous," Gustavo muttered. Edie snorted and took a deep breath. The assistant who had begged them to audition leaned forward in her chair, clearly hoping for this to be the end of her search. Edie looked them in the eye, waiting for them to get on edge, then began beatboxing, getting into her groove. She was pretty good; but Gustavo didn't agree.
"Wiki-wiki STOP! Stop it. Forever." he snapped as the assistant fell back in disappointment.
Edie cocked an eyebrow. Seriously? She planted her hands on her hips. "I'm not done yet."
"Oh yes you are. But before you leave, let me tell you WHAT ELSE YOU ARE!"
Carson was pacing the waiting room when several yellow-coated security yards rushed in. They exited the room, carrying a struggling and cursing Edie.
"She's with us," Carson said weakly. They dropped her at her feet and left again.
Emily was next to enter the audition room. She was trembling.
Emily hated to admit it to herself, but she was probably the best singer out of her friends. She was blessed with a natural talent that couldn't be taught. She yanked the fabric of her scarf and concentrated on the beat of her shoes clacking across the state.
What if he picked her over Alexis? She wouldn't be able live with the guilt. This was Alexis' dream, not hers. Emily was all set to go to Julliard in two years- being famous wasn't in her plans.
She turned to the microphone. Gustavo was fishing pieces of foam out of his mouth- Edie had apparently responded to his critique on her beatboxing.
Just sing a few lines. Don't let him see you cry when he throws you out.
She opened her mouth, freezing up when Gustavo stared her down. She felt her insides freeze up with the intensity of the glare he was giving her.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell backward.
"NEXT!"
"You're up," Carson told Alexis. She and Terri leapt up, excitement exploding in their features. They both ran into the auditorium, the rest of the girls and her parents following. Terri's parents walked to the front of the room, nearer to the two talent scouts and sat behind them. The goateed man turned to them, stared, then shook his head, apparently disgusted, and turned back to the stage.
Carson raised an eyebrow, glancing toward Edie. Her friend nodded. "He's a jerk," she said quietly. Ari nodded vigorously while Emily shifted the ice pack on her head. The group all stretched their heads above the seat when they saw Alexis and Terri strut onstage, looking fabulous and confident as always.
"Just what I need," the man said when they stepped onstage. "Barbie duo." Alexis completely ignored the diss while Terri just glared. They set up the microphones and took deep breaths. Alexis counted off and they began harmonizing: "Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na naa, naa-"
"NEXT!"
The both stopped immediately. "Excuse me?" Alexis snapped. "We weren't done yet."
"We hadn't even started!" Terri protested.
"You heard me, Princess. WHO'S NEXT?" he yelled in the direction of his assistant. She flinched and handed him her clipboard. "There's no one else," she squeaked.
"You hear that? There's no one else!" Alexis shot at the big man.
"So why won't you just give us a chance?" Terri complained.
"Because you two are ANNOYING. NEXT!"
Edie stood up with her field hockey stick, ready to stick it where the sun don't shine into the huge man, but Carson grabbed her shoulder and hissed at her to wait. Alexis' parents just scowled at the man, but a glare from their daughter told them to wait it out.
"But we are the best singers you've had all day, correct?" Alexis snapped. "You're out of time. You need someone. And you have two ready-made stars right here!"
"NO. What I need is a small-town piece of wood that will listen to me, do what I tell him or her too, so I can make a CD and SET HIM OR HER ON FIRE!"
"Wouldn't that hurt?" Ari piped up. The man whipped around and glared at her again. Emily wimpered and sunk to the floor under the intensity of his glare.
"YOU- SILENT! AS FOR YOU TWO-" he turned back to the shocked girls- "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT. I HAVE NEVER SEEN MORE CONCEITED SMALL-TOWN LOSERS IN MY LIFE, AND I WORK WITH-"
Finally, Carson has had enough. "HEY!" Ignoring her friend's protests, she stood up and marched down the aisle way toward him.
"WHAT?" Gustavo Rocque bellowed and turned toward her. Carson didn't flinch.
"You are making a huge mistake by turning them down. You need a new superstar and you're turning down a packaged deal!" she shouted, throwing her arms out at her friends.
"Oh-ho! A member of the wolfpack barks!" he laughed mockingly as he sat back in his seat. "Well listen here, sister. I need the FIRE, not a couple of Britney wanna-be's and some trashy, talentless-"
"Oh, you want to see fire?" Carson shot back, cutting him off, rage boiling over. She sucked in a breath of air and began swinging her hips a little while belting out that song she always sang in the shower. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah, my best friend's brother is the one for me." She backed up and leapt onto the table, causing the two to fall backward in surprise. She threw her head back and began singing and throwing her arms around. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah, punk rock drummer and he's six-foot-three. B-F-B-" she kicked the plate of a half eaten burrito away-"HEY!" he shouted-"B-F-B-" she kicked the bucket of popcorn in the other direction- "HEY!". She began crushing the foam cups beneath her sneakers while stomping and clapping to the beat. "My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother-HEY !" she was suddenly grabbed out and dragged from the room.
Clearly, I do not own the following:
"Best Friend's Brother" by Victoria Justice
"This Year" by the A*Teens (The "Na na na" vocalizing was the beginning of the song)
"Grenade" by Bruno Mars
Seriously though, I'm seeing hits and no reviews. That's pretty offensive to an author. Tell me if this is good or not, okay?
