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The Rejects
San Diego CA
2013
Lexa
My shoes squeaked against the firmly waxed wooden floors, as I made my way down the hall and into the dressing room of the Tonight Show with Ricky Martin, but it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.
Don't get me wrong, Ricky Martin was one of the biggest late night talk show hosts in the history of television, but it's just the timing of the show that really ticks me off. Its 10 o'clock here which means it's 1 in the morning where our families are, and the fact that they're either staying up late, or recording this to watch for tomorrow kinda sucked.
I tugged at my newly dyed blonde hair, something which I thought was pretty bizarre considering they just dyed it from an unnatural - natural brunette to my original hair colour, it bothered me how much us girls are put under so much pressure into all our hair and make up, when 5 Es oh ew literally roll out of bed and perform to their obvious deaf fans.
The other girls stay quiet as they're all on the couch, they take in a few bites of the food set up for us, they're scrolling mindlessly on their phones until Amber scoffs loudly.
"What?"
She shrugs putting her phone right into my face
"Look at the trendings" she says shortly after putting her phone into my hands, scrolling through world wide trends
"Hashtag-5sosfamwantstherejectsdead?" I ask blinking a couple times before I sit on the couch myself, not caring I'm sitting up on top of Jess. I click on it not really knowing what to expect as I gasp in shock looking at all these hateful tweets towards our fans and to us.
"You're called rejects for a reason because y'all are rejects of the human race"
"Y'all are just a bunch of deaf fans" she took my joke!
"THE REJECTS ARE THE WORST EXAMPLE OF IDOLS. THEY ARE STUCK UP AND RUDE."
The girls start to crowd around but before they could even, the intern interrupts,
"You're on in two" She tells us, Abby shook nervously, everyone knew Abby was never comfortable with things like these, but even if it was against 5 Es oh Es she didn't care, but Abby was fragile and we all knew that.
We were the actual first family she got. And the fans are nothing but supportive.
The live audience cheered as we all walked in one by one, shaking hands with Ricky before taking a seat onto the leather couch.
"So girls, How're you liking California?" Ricky asks, he gently stokes his beard which kinda creeps me out
"Um" Amber stammers barely getting her words out "So much sun burns" the audience laughs at her comment, but she looks back at me with her wide eyes telling me that it wasn't even meant to be funny in the first place
"So The Rejects here, are an all girl Pop-punk/rock band from Ontario Can-" suddenly a few audience members in a crowd start whistling -showing off some Canadian Pride, Ricky coughs before actually speaking again "One of today's hottest bands"
"Literally" Amber whispers quietly in my ear so I laugh at her comment -knowing its obviously true. I flip my short-ish bleach blonde hair to one side, completely zoning out from what the guy had said. Next thing I knew, the girls were looking at me with an 'Answer his question God dammit!' face. My eyes go wide completely oblivious to what he had asked.
"How's the album coming along?" He repeats and i mentally face-palm myself
"It's really great! Everyday is kinda like a new adventure for all of us -I mean, none of us really had left our small town back home, we were all just kind of stuck there" I ramble on "We meet a lot of new people all the time and it's really really great, because we kinda get new inspiration from all the places we go and people we meet."
"So is your new song about your new pals '5 es oh es'?" he chuckles and I can immediately regret myself from rolling my eyes but then again -publicity. I hear Abby fake a soft groan at the mention of them and Ricky chuckling along.
But then we realize we never released a new song. We kept all our songs in our demo's. The girls and I eye each other carefully wondering what in the hell this guy was up to
"Lets look at the lyrics, shall we?" his voice rings around the room, and I adjust my pants regretting the fact of how tight they were, and not to mention my really really bad wedgie. A man runs up to where we were sitting, handing Ricky cards of our lyrics before running off again.
"I hear your voice in the back of my head, bracket yeah bracket, you're annoying stupid voice ringing through my head, bracket yeah yeah bracket." He recites clearly trying to be funny in saying the word bracket, but I guess it worked as he got a few laughs from the crowd. I feel ,myself already biting my nails which I really needed to stop, bad habit Lex, bad habit.
"You're stupid blonde quiff bouncin' up around my place yeah, then your friend with the hair, with the dye, with he smile, killin up all our vibes bracket no! no! bracket" Our eyes went wide open as we finally realize that this was a joke song, this was never meant to be released.
"The Santa Cruz shirt, the batman dirt, those tweet's are just a lie-ah-I, S.O.S i need you to lay off, S.O.S bet that kid cant grow a stache" He pauses as he tries to catch his breath from laughing. The girls and I try to tell him that it was enough but before he could listen "5 Es Oh Es are complete trash."
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The ride was silent. No one spoke, everyone -even the driver knew that this interview was all bull. Abby leans her head against the window as Amber lays hers on her shoulder, Jess keeps her eyes focused outside as the cities lights flash before our eyes. I stay quiet turning my head to the road while I study Pierre driving. Pierre is a quite reserved middle aged-man, who keeps things to himself, he has five kids, and a dead wife. He works a whole load, and the girls and I know that, so we make this job for him as easy as we can.
"What happened?" He finally asked, slowly rolling down the front windows letting the wind inside. We all shrug as I frown huffing.
"Someone leaked a song that wasnt meant to be out, we're getting so much death threats, some from our fans." I answer running my hands through my hair as he raises his eyebrows
"Then why did you record the song in the first place?"
"We didn't!"Abby jumps up "We were in our dressing room and it was just a joke! Someone recorded us"
"Then why didn't you girls say that?"
"Because Ricky the Dick-y didn't let us, he literally pushed us off and threw our instruments at us to perform" I cross my arms over my chest.
"Why don't you girls tweet or something?" He turns the car to a left, pulling into our hotel
"We tried."
"But...?" He trails off
"Someone hacked us on all our social media, and we can't get in, and now they're tweeting stupid shit." That's when I snap -slamming the door shut and running inside avoiding the fans at the front with tears streaming down my face and the girls running close behind.
5 Seconds Of Summer
San Diego CA
2013
Calum
My body tosses from side to side, not getting any fucking sleep. Those girls' songs crossed the lines, I didn't know they'd take it that far and those tweets after the show. There's a dim light from the right side of the room which was Michael's laptop -which he left on by accident from watching all those movies. I sit up checking the time, 2:37am I know we have a curfew -but damn do i need some fucking air around here.
I toss on a shirt and some shorts before heading out, not bothering to bring my phone with me and head out the door, hoping no one would notice.
I tuck my hands into my short pockets not really realizing how cold it gets out here (well at night, but still) The streets are empty but few people are coming out of some bars in the hotel with drinks in their hands and girls wrapped around them. My eyes squint to the pier lights from the view in the hotel. I never really realized the beach here, forgetting where we actually were from all the touring, and being completely oblivious of the actual fucking place.
Lights are dimmed on the doc, the stars shine, and the moon is barely out, I decide whether or not to actually go down there and just sit for a while or stay here in the hotel view's balcony. I go all the way downstairs then actually going up to the doc, knowing the sand and water made me feel of home than any other pieces of wood here.
"Hey momma" I hear a girl's voice and i instantly freeze "I don't think you're proud of me, I'm not even proud of myself." I see her legs dangling from the doc as I slowly take a few steps back. "Something awful happened today, I don't really know why it's bothering me, but it is, I can't sleep knowing thousands of people don't want me alive" Her voice gets a bit louder as the wind starts calming down
"We're supposed to hate them, but this was just, awful.This Ricky Dick-man found a recording of some song the girls and I made up on the spot in our dressing room and announced it to the whole world."
Was this..?
"Now our fans hate us, the girls wont talk to me, but they just don't get it." I take a few more steps forward, hearing her voice is slowly getting quieter "They're the only family I have left, dad left, and Aunt Martha is obviously just using me momma." Her voice sniffles, as I blink a couple times.
"I'm having awful thoughts, I feel really awful, I'm trying really hard, but I can't, someone hacked into my twitter and told people to kill themselves I-"
Before I knew it I tripped on one of the large rocks and screamed in pain before I can hear the end of her sentence.
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