Max

Catch 21. In my opinion, the best band around. Although, it is in fact my band. Two boys, three girls. And we all work together pretty well, although two of us are siblings. Angel and Zephyr, the only two of us who are actually under 18, even though we're all in high school. Technically. Anyways they're Swedish as heck, and wonderfully manipulative especially when they're working together. Whitish blonde hair, deep blue eyes, skin paler than paper and talent for days. They never fail to amaze me by how well they fit the Swedish stereotype, but they're good kids. Angel's 16 and Zephyr is 17, so they're not that far away from us. And they managed to make it into the band with their obvious talent for the piano and bass respectively.

Iggy's next I guess, my personal favorite guitar player. He's from New Jersey. And boy can you barely tell at all. He's pretty close with his parents, but like most of us he wants just the tiniest bit of space. At least these days he only calls them once a day. He's sweet honestly, but super sarcastic. He's tall, not as tall as... other people I know. But still like 6'4 isn't bad. Red blonde hair, more blue eyes. God. I thought that was supposed to be rare. But, to be fair, Iggy's eyes are usually covered in heavy glasses or contact lenses. Doesn't make it any less blue, but it makes it a little funnier. You know?

Anyways. The four of us were just hanging out in the hotel room, watching each other fiddle with their phones, occasionally showing each other pictures we found on Tumblr and the like. You know. Teenager things. Actually, to be fair, Iggy was texting his mom and I was texting my brother and sister in our group chat. But I'll tell you about those two later. Believe me, they're just as strange as Fang can be. But I love them I guess. I miss them at least when I'm on tour.

After about an hour of this, the door burst open with a loud bang as the last member of the band bounced into the room with her usual pep.

"Oh, Hermione. You came back." Iggy pretended to sigh before grinning at her. That's what Hermione was good at. She held the band together primarily because how can you not love her? Although, I get the feeling that Angel isn't exactly her biggest fan. It's probably a blonde thing. That and Hermione was always the one people wanted to date or talk to or just interact with. And I think Angel kind of wants that too. But it doesn't matter what mood she's in. If she has to, Hermione can plaster a smile on like nobody's business. She's tiny, really. 5'2, blonde, grey eyes, and tiny tiny everything. Even I can't help but be a little jealous of her. But then she smiles and just like that, over it. I could never be that peppy.

She flopped down on the bed next to Iggy, blowing him a kiss at the sarcasm. Giggling a little, she began texting someone rapidly, obviously they were pretty entertaining to her though. I can't say this was uncommon though. Sweet, but boy crazy. She always ends up dating someone while we're on tour and then about three shows after they meet, they're just done. But she tries.

"So..." If she thought she could pull this again and not have me be nosy, she was clearly mistaken. "I take it you have a new boy already." Hermione looked up to glare at me but nodded yes anyways. "You gonna tell me about him?" She shook her head. Odd. Hermione is my best friend. She almost always tells me about her newest adventures. I'll leave it alone for now. Ari is requiring my full attention...

Fang

"Is it next show that Catch 21 is going to be at?" Harry asked, laying upside down on his be, his eyes glued to his phone. We hadn't spoken much, like I mentioned earlier, we aren't exactly close and to be honest, I try not to upset him because of that. My dad makes kind of an effort to keep us feeling brotherly, even if Harry refuses to accept him as any kind of authority.

"Yeah I think so." And that's that. I hope he gets back to normal soon. He's funny when he's not being kind of aggressive towards pretty much everything. He came back to eat with us, but still he was quiet. And I know I shouldn't worry about him that much, it happens from time to time, whenever there's an article like that. But it'll be alright. I hope.

Deciding there was no point in worrying about it now, I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. Sleep is always welcome in my mind. And thankfully, it comes easily.

Unfortunately for me the thing that comes easiest to Harry is early morning wake up calls, and I woke up to him shaking my bed seemingly as hard as he can. One boundary I know we don't have though, is hitting the snooze button. So I tried my hardest to kick him away gently.

"Fang! Get up!" Oh. Not Harry. Nudge. I sat up slowly, running my hand through my hair and rolling out of the bed carefully. Nudge was already chattering on about all the rehearsal we had to do today and all the exercises she wanted to try this morning while we were at the gym. I don't understand why I have to work out so much if I don't dance. But Nudge commands it, and thus all must continue.

Harry grinned at me, flicking his eyes over to Nudge and then the can of body spray on the dresser. Now, I don't know if this counts as twin telepathy, but I'm pretty sure we had the same idea to get Nudge to let us change. Standing up slowly, I stretched as I normally do, trying to appear as casual as ever as Harry inched towards the spray. Nudge moved towards me, having changed subject to my lack of dance skills. I don't know why it's just me she picks on. Harry can't dance either.

As soon as he wrapped his hand around the can, I reached out and grabbed Nudge like all I wanted to do was give her a hug. Although that in itself was odd and so unsurprisingly she squealed, which increased to a deafening pitch as Harry sprayed her happily with the deodorant and I dropped her back onto her feet quickly.

"You two are the worst!" She screeched, giggling a little herself before pretending to storm out and slam the door behind her.

Harry grinned at me quickly before grabbing my wrist and spraying me thoroughly as well. Can't say I didn't have that one coming. Guess I gotta shower now.