Boy Band Drabble
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
You don’t wanna lose it again
But I’m not like them
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody (somebody)
Guess what (guess what)
It’s gonna be me
Applause and screams exploded in the room. Girls were crying, yelling and bouncing excitedly all over the place. Rory high-fived Puck while Sam was lifting Artie out of his wheelchair like he did at the end of every single one of their shows. Mike was already backstage with his most tenacious and also sometimes creepiest fangirl. They had somewhat jumped in an awkward relationship, probably because Tina was there for every show and every interview and she always managed to talk to Mike. And while she had managed to stop crying every time he opened his mouth, he had started liking her shy but strong personality.
Mike, Rory, Puck, Sam and Artie were friends from high school; they had been in the Glee Club together. Mike was their best dancer: he was the one choreographing all of their numbers. He had even bought a wheelchair to feel what moves were going to be the best for Artie. He was silent but very observing and caring. He was also the most reasonable of them all.
Puck played the badass but was really just a teddy bear. He was kind of like everyone’s big brother: he was very protective of his bros. And of course, he got all the hot girls.
Sam and Artie were the real founders of the group. They had been close in high school ever since their girlfriends at that time had started dating. Some stuff just form friendship, whether you like it or not. Sam always knew he wanted to be performer: he had the perfect look and the perfect voice to sell thousands of albums all over the world. He had the craziest fangirls of them all. Girls fainted when they saw him, he was proposed at every interview, some even had tattoos of quotes he had said on their forearms. And god knew he wasn’t the best with words. But Sam hadn’t had a hookup with a groupie since forever. Lately he seemed more interested in his best friend.
Artie was the real badass of the group. He wasn’t taking no shit from anyone. Journalists were either charmed by his bright smile or scared by his famously abrupt retort. He was the one who dealt with managers and paparazzi. The softest side of Artie was always accentuated when Sam was by his side.
Rory was the youngest of them all and he was kind of their protégé. He still needed to loosen up a bit and work on his dancing but he had the cute-potential that assured them the approbation of mothers and youngest kids. And his Irish origins had allowed them to tour in Europe, which had been their best experience so far. Even if he was oblivious he had observed the sexual tension lingering between Sam and Artie for a while. Thinking about it, it had been so since an orgiastic party Puck had thrown a couple of months ago. There were a lot of girls, and even more alcohol sorts. That had resulted in everyone being completely wasted and having sex in the same room. Being a rock star was a real blessing! Rory was still amazed by the number of girls who were suddenly interested in him, who had had very little success in high school.
Right now, for example, he was surrounded by a bunch of teenagers screaming his name and holding various signs saying either “MARRY ME” or “WE LOVE YOU”. He chuckled a little, blew them a kiss and went backstage to go back to his friends. Kurt was backstage: he was their dresser and director, but mostly their friend.
Whoever said high school was the best time of one’s life was obviously a fool but it is the place where you meet your best friends.
Today was the last show of their tour and they were exhausted but happier than ever. And hearing the crowd cheer so loudly was one of the best gifts ever given to each and every one of them. They rushed on stage for their last call return and Kurt followed them, like he sometimes did when the occasion was special.
Sam and Artie began to sing for the last time of the year.
Hi Barbie!
Hi Ken!
Do you wanna go for a ride?