After my…well now that I think of it, it wasn't much of an audition…my meeting with Gustavo I had called Sawyer up for a meeting of our own. Translation, he wanted to know how everything went.
"So you have to write a song first?" He asked.
"That's the start of it." I replied going to my dresser getting my things ready for the pool side bon fire.
"Sounds easy enough, you've written tons of them before." He said with a smile.
"Yeah, but I'm not going to use any of them though. I need something new. Something I've felt recently." I stated.
"How have you been feeling?" Sawyer asked.
I stopped for a moment before turning to look at him, "Anxious, nervous, sick to my stomach." I replied, "I'm sure nobody wants to hear about how I'm sick to my stomach." I laughed turning back to my dresser grabbing a pair of shorts. I closed the drawer opening the one above it to find a shirt. "But Gustavo didn't give me a deadline or anything, so I figure I have some time."
"Well then, TO THE BON FIRE!" Sawyer shouted jumping up pointing to the door.
"I still have to change, Mr. Go straight home from school showin up at my place already in swim wear." I laughed turning to face him again.
He flashed me a grin, his teeth were bright against the tone of his dark skin; "I'll meet you at the pool then." He said walking out my bedroom door.
"Alright!" I shouted turning back to the dresser.
I grabbed a Poison shirt and my black and neon paint splattered bikini. I quickly got changed grabbed an extra shirt and a pair of sweats for later when night would fall, and a towel, slipped on my flip flops and headed out to the pool.
I tossed my towel, shirt, and sweat pants over my shoulder and put my hair up in a messy pony tail with the hair tie that was always on my wrist just in case of a hair-mergency.
I'm not going to lie, the only thing that was on my mind on this short walk to the pool was the song I needed to write for Gustavo. I haven't written since I've been here, and I've been here for a few months now. In those few months I've been hanging with my friends when I got the chance, doing homework, filling out paperwork, and going to meeting and auditions. When I do write, though, I write about how I feel. Lately, I haven't had the time to feel much of anything really.
Some of the paper work I had to fill out was forms to prove that I was trying to get a record deal; this was the only way I could go to the Palm Woods School. Every time and audition I would have the President sign a paper saying that we had had a meeting.
"Elizabeth Miller!" The voice I only knew as Bitters shouted for my attention.
I stopped in my tracks and looked to him, "What?" I asked my shoulders sinking to this delay.
"Do you have a form for me?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest.
I sighed. The only bad part about the forms was that bitters always knew when I had an audition. Kelly was awesome enough to sign it before I left the main building. Luckily I had grabbed the form (along with my phone) before walking out of my apartment.
Digging into my pocket I walked over to the front desk, once close enough I slapped it down onto the counter, "Is that all?" I asked taking a step back.
He shooed me away while shoving a fry into his mouth. I walked away as he pulled out my folder that had the lease to my apartment where he kept all of my other proof of meeting papers.
I walked out to the pool side, the sun was beating down on everyone as they all were laughing and splashing water around. I smiled and took a deep breath in; warm air always calmed my nerves. I closed my eyes taking a second to take in some of the warm that I was still trying to get used to. I've been slowly working up a tan…or at least trying not to look like a ghost. Every now and again I would come out here with James and we…well he would tan, I would sit out here for about an hour before surrendering to the element and going inside.
"CANNON BALL!" A voice shouted ripping me from my thoughts. Shortly after, a wave of water came crashing down onto me.
I stood there, not so much stunned as I was wet. Yes I had planned to go swimming, but I didn't expect a tidal wave to crash down on me. I opened my eye as the cannon ball resurfaced. Carlos, of course… I smiled and set my things down where they couldn't get wet, and for the things that were already wet (my towel, extra shirt and sweat pants); somewhere where they could dry.
I knew if I didn't let my parents know now where I was, I'd be hearing the longest bitch fit in the history of bitch fits later.
To Mom:
Hey Mom, I'm at an all-night bon fire if you need me. Can you pass it on to Dad?
From Mom:
Where is it!
To Mom:
Chill, it's at Palm Woods pool.
From Mom:
Alright, I will. Have fun.
I wrapped my phone in my towel, slipped my flip flops off and turned to face the pool. I took a deep breath in before shouting my battle call, "CANNON BALL!" I echoed Carlos as I started running to the pool. A few heads turned and a few girls (who I believed to be the Jennifers) shrieked as I made air and crashed into the water.
I resurfaced and swam to the edge where I heard the guys clapping, "That was your best one so far!" Kendall exclaimed.
"And they just keep getting better!" I laughed as I got out of the pool.
I hugged all the guys and we sat around what would soon be the bon fire, "It feels like for ever since I've seen you guys, what's going on?" I asked propping my feet up on the edge of the fire pit.
"We'll get to us later! You told me you would tell me how the audition went." Logan said leaning forward on his knees to meet my eyes.
"And I will, when I audition. He told me I had to write a song and then I would get to audition." I laughed.
"He? He who?" James asked.
"Gustavo Rocque." I replied letting my feet slowly fall to the ground only to prop them back up again.
"GUSTAVO!" They all shouted in unison.
I flinched and my eyes went wide as I looked to each of them, "Yes, Gustavo. Problem?" I laughed at their shocked expressions.
"We have a contract with him!" Carlos exclaimed sitting back against the seat resting an arm up on the top of the seat behind me.
I thought for a moment, "Are you guys the dogs he was yelling about?" I asked a smile slowly forming across my face.
"Woof woof." Kendall grinned raising a hand slightly.
"He's making you write your own song?" James asked.
"Yeah, why? Don't you guys write your songs?" I asked leaning back against the seat.
"No. We've only written one of our songs." Logan replied.
"Well that's bonk. How come I have to write my songs?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"When we got signed he was desperate." Kendall replied.
"He's not so desperate anymore." Logan added.
"Nertz. It's been a while since I've written something…" I sighed.
"I'm sure you'll come up with something so amazing that Gustavo will have no choice but to sign you." Carlos smiled.
Something I didn't have the nerve to say to anyone, even myself at times. When Carlos would smile at me, my heart melted a little every time. Without him evening knowing it he was slowly working on turning my heart into a big puddle of…well…heart goo. His voice wasn't helping the situation either.
I smiled, "Thanks." I simply replied.
"Hey! Enough of the chit-chat over there!" Sawyer shouted catching our attention from across the pool.
"Agreed! Let's swim!" Carlos yelled before taking off for the pool again.
I grinned and took off after him, that caused a chain reaction and the last three boys followed us into the pool.
Chapter two! You guys still liking the story? I know it's a little blah right now, but I'm working on it. I promise. Review please! Thank you for the reviews of the last chapter, you know who you guys are :D I need to know what you guys think, is it missing something? Anything? 3
