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"Alright, guys, we need to get through this final rehearsal of Grease before the big night," Dee tried to remind everyone, "Which is tomorrow night!"
"Hold on. Serious dilemma right now," Kalea said where we were all sitting in a circle on the stage, while trying to wrap our brains around the idea of Connect 3 being dropped by the label.
"What happened?" Dee asked, as everyone at the Grease final rehearsal looked over at our circle.
"Connect 3 was dropped from the label," Jason said, as Tess stood up from where she was wrapped up in the arms of her boy toy.
"I think you should write about how Mr. Marshall is an ass for dropping you guys," Tess said, trying to help them out, which was a bit step up for her personality.
"What did you even do wrong?" Tess's boy asked, dragging her back down while she giggled.
"Mr. Marshall told me to breakup with Shane, so he could focus on their new album. And, the deal was we had to end it with a clean break, or Connect 3 could suffer," I said, trusting my Grease family with everything about the story.
"Well, she told me about it. And, Mr. Marshall found out. And, he dropped us, holding up his part of the bargain with Mitchie," Shane finished the story as his hand inched his way over to mine. I smiled as his hand enveloped mine.
"That's so messed up," Tess said, as I could see her thinking of ways to get revenge on Mr. Marshall. I was grateful for her maniacal mind to be on my side.
"The thing is, he can't tell you who to date and when to date them," Ella pointed out from next to me. Everyone in the room agreed, which was a major relief.
"I look at it this way, another label will gladly snatch you guys up along with the platinum records that are coming your way with the new album," I said, trying to look on the positive side. I had to stay positive since it was technically my fault for messing up their record deal.
"Mr. Marshall won't know what hit him when another record company starts producing those insane platinum records," Tess's boy said. I leaned towards Ella, with my hand still anchored under Shane's.
"What's his name?" I whispered to Ella. She glanced at Tess's boy as I nodded.
"Matt Prokop, or something like that," Ella whispered back, as I smiled.
"Guys, I know that Connect 3 is having a serious problem, but we need to get through this Grease rehearsal before curfew," Dee tried to remind us, as Kalea, our choreographer, didn't move an inch. Even Jason and Nate, who were assistant stage managers, didn't try to back up Dee's suggestion.
"Did you know that Mr. Marshall apparently released a statement about dropping Connect 3?" Tess said, holding up her sleek phone. We all jumped off the stage and crowded around Tess's small phone screen. I glanced at Dee who seemed to have given up on making us rehearse.
"Mr. Gregory Marshall from Big Fish Records has dropped Connect 3 from their record label as released in a statement by Mr. Marshall himself. 'The Connect 3 boys will not be returning to release their third album with Big Fish Records because of misunderstandings about serious label policy. We wish them the best in finding a new record label to take them on.' We too, here at , wish Connect 3 the best at being swept up by a new record label, and we hope this doesn't change their release date of their third album," Ella read aloud for everyone else in the room.
"It's so wrong of him to act like it was your fault," Kalea pointed out the obvious.
"Read these comments," Tess said, as she scrolled down a bit. I glanced over them. Searching for an exciting one.
"Connect 3 has loyal fans, who will surely support them without Big Fish Records backing them. The stupid record company doesn't know what they're missing out on," I read one of the comments out loud. That's what I had been saying since the beginning.
"Seriously, final rehearsal of Grease," Dee said, trying to get our attention away from the small phone screen that was taking all of our intense concentration.
"Hey, Dee, instead of finishing rehearsal can we get Connect 3 a new music video?" Kalea asked, as everyone perked up at the idea.
"Like a way to get back at Mr. Marshall," Tess said, her eyes brought with the idea of revenge.
"Don't you have a million new songs?" I asked with a smile. Shane nodded his head, as Nate and Jason also confirmed the notion.
"Well, what's the idea?" Dee asked, hooking onto Kalea's brilliant plan. We all gathered close.
"Alright, they start playing, I'll give you the cue, and you all run in, screaming like crazy fans," Caitlyn ordered everyone we could find at the canteen to play crazy Connect 3 fans. Caitlyn and Kalea were on top of the production, having already recorded the song, so Caitlyn could mesh it with video. It would her chance to shine as a music producer.
The boys started playing their opening to the song. Kalea was getting ready to give the signal because right after the first verse is when everyone ran in screaming. Ella, Tess, and Matt were running cameras from various angles around the room. Then, Caitlyn would cut the scenes to make it one fluid, sort of choppy video.
"I was sitting at home watching TV all alone. I'm so tired of re-runs; I've memorized this show. So, I pick up the phone, call everyone I know, said there's gonna be a party, hit the music here we go," Nate sang in the empty auditorium standing center stage with his two brothers as wingmen.
Kalea gave the signal as the auditorium doors busted open, and a good majority of the camp went running, screaming their heads off.
"You gotta live to party, bust your move. Everybody's in the groove. Tell the DJ to play my song. Are you ready to rock and roll?" All three of the boys sang, into his microphone with loyal fans waving their hands in the air.
Nate ran over to the empty part of the stage where Caitlyn was waiting for the next scene where Tess was getting the close up. Caitlyn and Nate were harmlessly dancing around while the other two picked up on the instrumental playing.
"We were out on the floor, yeah, we danced the night away. Then, she looked at her watch, and said that it was late. Then she pulled me aside and said she couldn't stay –" Nate sang, as he twirled out Caitlyn while she glanced at her naked wrist.
"– I really gotta go –"
"But, I begged her for one more song, let the music play," Nate continued singing after Caitlyn's little voice add in. Then, Nate ran back to center stage to grab the microphone for the chorus.
"You gotta live to party, and bust your move. Everybody's in the groove. Tell the DJ to play my song. Are you ready to rock and roll?" The three boys sang, as I got onto the stage where Caitlyn and Nate were dancing. It was my chance to shine with my Connect 3 boy.
Shane ran over to me when the chorus ended to me. He slowly walked over as his musical cue came on.
"I drove her home, and then she whispered in my ear," Shane sang, as pulled me close in a slow dance move, "The party doesn't have to end; we can dance here."
"Live to party. Bust your move. Everybody's in the groove," Jason sang with just his guitar until Shane was back in place to amp up the remainder of the chorus, "Tell the DJ to play our song. Are you ready to rock and roll?"
"You gotta live to party, bust your move. Everybody's in the groove. Tell the DJ to play our song. Are you ready to rock and roll?" The three boys sang, as everyone in the room got another cue from Kalea to go completely fan crazy, "You gotta live to party, bust your move. Everybody's in the groove. Tell the DJ to play our song. Are you ready to rock and roll?"
Nate held out his microphone to the room, where everyone was taught the chorus and sing along at this cue from the lead man.
"You gotta live to party, bust your move. Everybody's in the groove. Tell the DJ to play our song. Are you ready to rock and roll?" Everyone in the entire auditorium sang along with the famous brothers who were banging away on their instruments on the stage.
"LIVE! TO! PARTY!" Shane, Nate, and Jason screamed from the stage. It was such a rush making this video happen in one cut. I glanced at the clock, ten minutes till curfew.
"And, that's a wrap!" Kalea screamed, running onto the stage next to the boys.
"Mr. Marshall won't know what to do when he sees this all over the internet," Tess said, as she handed her camera over to Caitlyn who was going to have a long night of editing.
"When will it be up?" Some girl from the crowd rounded up at the canteen asked.
"Tomorrow afternoon at the latest," Caitlyn promised as Dee reminded everyone that curfew was in five minutes.
I hope you liked this chapter with the insane revenge video. I'd love to hear what anyone had to say about this. Reviews make me smile!