ATTENTION WORLD!!!! IF I DISAPPEAR THAT IS BECAUSE I DIED FROM KATY'S CHEEKINESS! HER CAPTIONS ON PICTURES SHE SENDS ME ARE HILARIOUS! That is all.
Actually, also I would like to say... I HAVE FREAKING 102 FANS NOW! I'm dreaming, right? THANK YOU ALL!!!!!
Also also, once again, if someone can explain to me how this story got rated PG-13 without my knowledge and why I am unable to changed to anything else I would greatly appreciate it. Now that is all.
PEACESKIES PEOPLES! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Shel
“So, this is sound check?” Jay asked as I lead her to her seat in the empty auditorium.
I nodded, letting go of her hand so she could sit in the second row. “Yep. The boys and their opening act Olly will go through the songs and the girls and I will go over our dance.”
“Dances,” Niall corrected me as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“What do you mean ‘dances’?” I arched a brow.
He winked before kissing my cheek and running off.
“Horan!” I yelled, chasing after him. “Where do you think you’re going, you little leprechaun!”
I ran up the stairs to the stage, pushing Louis out of my way so I could see my boyfriend randomly start doing an Irish jig. I stood there for a minute before whipping out my iPhone and recording my goofy Irish boy.
He looked over at me and grinned before shouting, “Hey, look, I’m Kora!” and started doing a failed imitation of ballet. I kept recording but was having troubles not dying of laughter.
When he was done he took a bow and I turned the camera around to face me. “That, ladies and gentlemen, is what my boyfriend does at sound check. Now you all know what a special snowflake he is!” I stopped recording and posted the video straight to YouTube then tweeted the link. In a matter of minutes it was trending. It amazed me how fast things happened when these boys were involved.
“Let’s get this thing started!” Paul said, clapping his hands.
I went backstage with my dance crew to get changed and warm up. I slipped into some cutoff black tights, black booty shorts, a royal blue sports bra, and my white off-the-shoulder crop top that had ‘Hi hater. Kiss, kiss, see you later’ written on it. Yes, I did make it and yes, it is Cher Lloyd inspired. Don’t judge.
We went over the routine backstage a few times before Paul called us to join the boys. I ran across the stage and yelled Niall’s name. I got his attention in time for me to leap into the air and him to catch me in his arms, spinning me in a circle as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I laughed, throwing my head back.
“Are you two done?” Paul asked, shaking his head at us.
I let go of Niall, sliding to my feet. “Heh, sorry, Pauly.”
“Yeah, sorry, Pauly,” Niall mimicked me, chuckling to himself.
Jay laughed from the audience. I looked over and stuck my tongue out at her, causing her to laugh harder. It was quite fun making her laugh.
“We’ll do I Want next, then we’ll discuss the rest.” Paul said, checking the set list on his clipboard.
“Josh!” Niall yelled, turning around to face their drummer.
Josh looked up from his drums, raising his brows. “What’s up, mate?”
“Wanna sing? I just want to dance with Kor.” He smirked at me, ruffling my wavy hair. I rolled my eyes and smoothed my hair back into place.
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