“Hola mi nombre es Sofía y soy la chica del vestido de leopardo y esta es la nueva banda de chicos más calientes del planeta cinco segundos de verano! The hottest new boy band five seconds of summer!”
Forcing a smile I looked at the small Spanish sitting next to me, wearing an extremely tight leopard print dress.
“Hi guys!” she said excitedly.
“Hello!”
“Hi,”
“Hey
“Hola!”
“Welcome to Brazil!”
“Thank you,” I said politely.
“So,” the woman, Sofia said, “How are you liking tour so far?”
“It’s good,” Luke answered.
“Good, that’s it?”
“Um, it’s fantastic?’
“Haha, that’s so funny!” she laughed, “So tell me, what’s it like going on tour with the biggest band in the world?”
“Um, One Direction are great guys,” I replied, “They’re lads.”
“You owe everything to them, no?”
“Well, uh, not everything.” I said awkwardly, “I mean, would we be where we are right now without them? Absolutely not, but it’s taken a lot of work too.”
“Of course, of course.” She said.
“So tell me, who is your favorite of One Direction.”
“They’re all pretty cool but probably uh, Harry.” Calum answered.
“Ah yes, Harry, he’s a bit of a…. how you say…. Ladies man, a real player no?”
“Uh, no!” Michael laughed, “Not at all actually.”
“Oh really?” she asked.
“Okay But it was Louis that discovered you isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah it was.” I sighed, “Louis wanted to have us on tour.”
“So really you owe everything to Louis?”
“I actually owe everything to the woman who squeezed me out of a whole the size of a grape and paid for guitar lessons.” Calum snapped.
“Oh my!” Sofia cried, “Someone has a temper! Do any of the one direction boys have tempers?”
“I don’t know,” Calum answered calmly, “You’ll have to ask them.”
Laughing the woman reached out and punched him in the leg.
“Okay, okay, enough about One Direction.”
“Thank you.” Michael muttered.
“Let’s talk about your guys album!” she cried.
“Yeah!” Luke cried, “Do you like it?”
“Do I like it? Of course I like it!”
“What’s your favorite song?” Calum asked.
Raising her eyebrows, she flipped the CD case over however before she could read the titles, Michael took it from her.
“You can’t look!” he laughed.
“Oh right!” she said, “Well I uh, I like that song, with the American Apparel underwear, she looks so perfect.”
