Taylor
I kicked my feet up on the chairs in front of us. Yesterday was the easy day. We rehearsed a few songs and did the radio interview. They asked the same questions we always get. Ya know, I have an idea. I think we should just record our voices and play it over the phone. They'll never know seeing as how the jokes on all recording artists where the media just pass this same paper of questions around. It's my conspiracy theory.
I took a bite out of my peanutbutter and jelly sandwich and leaned further back in the uncomfortable stadium chairs. Today had been harder. Up at 7, eat, rehearse, paper work, scedule, rehearse and now it was 11. Lunch break(for me anyways) and me and Isaac had to stay in the arena to sign some papers our "manager" and dad were going through.
More papers were thrust in my lap, no one was paying much attention to me so I passed them on to Isaac and turned around to face dad. "Hew-o I'b eedin hewe." Maybe they wouldn't pass them to me anymore if they thought I might stain them with food.
"That's nice son, don't talk with your mouth full." my dad said, not even looking up from his work. I rolled my eyes and faced forward again. 'They should really look into getting these things padded.' I thought shifting around.
By the time I managed to sit still, the soft rock band that had just been rehearsing was gone and a girl had taken the stage. "Who's that?" I asked getting my voice back. "New girl, she's the other opening act." Our "manager" said while throwing more papers on my lap.
I dropped my shoulders and bit my tongue so I wouldn't cry out in exasperaion and snatched the pen at my feet. 'Fine, they're gonna get me with 'em later anyways' I thought and began signing.
After signing the last paper from that stack I stopped and listened. "What the hell is this?" I asked. The music was, well it...personaly, I think it sucked! I mean, she's not bad, but this isn't the kind of stuff we usually get for our bands.
"Taylor...don't c--" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't cuss, mom doesn't like it. I know."I said, but I soon felt dad glaring at the back of my neck. "Just kidding."I offered weakly, turning around. He shook his head going over the speech we always get. 'Kids today...blah blah blah.'
"Don't worry guys. I saw the enitre act. It'll get the crowd pumped and she has a rock type song you guys will like." our "manager" said, still working. "You picked our opening acts?" I asked my voice cracking in disbelief. "Uh-huh." he said, still not looking up.
"Oh my god, Isaac, how did he get to pick our opening acts. I thought we said at least one of us had to go." I hissed to my left. Isaac shrugged, he was still swimming in paper. "I thought you went." he said.
I shook my head, how did this happen? "I thought Zac went." I said "I went where?" Zac asked. As if on cue (that happens a lot) he walked up behind us and shrunk to lean on our chairs.
"Did you go with him to pick the opening acts?" I asked Zac gesturing at the "manager". Zac shook his head. "Uh-uh. I thought Ike was supposed to go." he said.
"Oh come on. Why was I supposed to be the one to go?" Isaac asked, putting down the pen to look back at both of us. "Duh, because your the oldest one." Zac said. "Yeah, your supposed to be the most responsible one." I added.
Before an argument could break out, dad jumped in. "You guys, Paul said she had something good. Why don't you give her a chance before you all kill each other." Oh, so that's the "managers" name.
Zac jumped over the chair to sit on my right and Isaac went back to signing papers.
"Yeah, I think I saw her yesterday night. I left to get a soda and she plowed right into me when I was comin back. She looked stoned." he said, nodding. "Are you serious?" I asked scrunching my eyes towards her. "Probably not, but you know how Ike looks when we're on the road, sleeping in the bus, and the bus makes a sharp turn and Ike falls out of his bed. Then gets up walks back to his bunk and goes back to sleep?" "Yeah." I said (if your awake for it, it's pretty funny). "Yeah, well thats what she looked like." "Do ya think maybe she was sleeping." I asked sarcastically.
We continued bickering for a few minutes when 'Paul' (as he can now be known as) hushed us and told us this was the song he was talking about. For this part there was no dancing, and no dancers, an improvement if you ask me. And 'Paul' was right, it was more of an alternative type song, lots of acoustics in the background and I found myself liking it more than I would let myself show.
When she was done they went back to another Britney Spears-esque number and I had to roll my eyes. "So, what'd you guys think?" 'Paul' asked. I turned in my seat and saw he was beaming from ear to ear. I didn't like him so I wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction.
"It was okay." I said and got up to leave. Zac followed, sayin something similar and we both walked outside for a second. "She was pretty good." Zac admitted. "Yeah, it was."
