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Take Care 1.11: Losing Grip (Part 4)
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Kyle


"A fight! A bloody freaking fight!" Grey groaned throwing things on the floor in anger,
"Once you nitwits began fighting everyone forgot about the damn show! So please, tell
me how in the world this all started so that I don't rip up your contracts right now".


Me and Anthony kept our mouths shut.
Neither of us wanted to speak around one another.
It's been a week since the showcase and we hadn't really hashed it out yet.
"I suggest you speak, one of you!" Grey yelled at us.
This woman is seriously scary when she's angry.


"Look, it's my fault. I shouldn't have ignored the situation this long", Dylan said speaking first.
"Yeah, it's also mine. I betrayed my own friend, and we shouldn't have kept secrets from each other", said Flint.
Is this really how these two felt all along? Guilty?
"No, the one to blame is me. It all began with me. And if you wanna replace me I understand", I spoke.
Anthony sucked his teeth, "Please", he muttered.


"All I wanted was an explanation. No one is getting replaced here, especially you pretty boy", said
Grey looking at me, "And besides, you four are actually too good to let go. Keith! Bring him in!"



"Boys meet Eithen, your new bandmate", Grey pronounced.
"Say what?" asked Anthony.
"I'm confused", Flint said raising a brow.
I looked the beach blonde up and down. He's definitely the same age as us.
"What's going on here?" asked Dylan.


"I think I should be the one asking those questions", said Eithen who finally spoke.
"We've got enough people, why do we need him?" I asked.
"Yeah Ms. Skylar, I thought I was suppose to be a solo artist", questioned Eithen


Dylan banged his hands on Grey's desk, "What the flip is going on here?!" demanded Dylan.
He's got some balls. Even I wouldn't dare to touch that demons desk.
"What's going on you say? Well you see gentlemen, Rock..is dying", said Grey.
"That's not a good enough explanation!" Dylan lashed.
"Okay, then let me give you the rundown, deary. Since musical preferences change time after time.
Today, people mostly enjoy Pop, Hip-hop, R&B, Country, and then..there's Rock music, which
rarely tops the charts", explained Grey.


"So are you saying you want us to do another genre?" asked Anthony.
"Yes! You are indeed the smart one", said Grey smiling.
"You want us to become a boy band. That's why you wanted to meet us", I said.
"Oh, another genius", Grey said.
"Ugh, ugh, no way lady. I am not going to be apart of some boy band", Dylan said disagreeing.
Dylan was right. I couldn't possibly imagine him in something such as this.
"If you don't do it, then none of them will. Do you really want to mess up your friend's future's?" Grey asked him.
"Dylan, let's talk", Flint said gesturing him to come over to the left.


"Okay, look Dill. I know this isn't what you had planned, but who are we to go and decline
a recording contract? We are nobodies, that's who we are", said Flint being reasonable.
"Please tell me, you are not saying what I think you're saying" said Dylan.
"I am, you need to consider this", said Flint.


"I can't believe you are saying this right now", said Dylan disappointed.
"Me, Asia, and even my own family need the money. Hell, even Anthony needs the money. He lives
in a cramped apartment right now. Kyle needs his for college too. So think about it", reasoned Flint.
"God, I never thought about it that way dude. God dammit, I really don't want to do this", Dylan said struggling.


"Oh you're going to do it whether you like it or not!" Keith said storming in.


"Keith Ledger?" said Dylan surprised he appeared.
"If you have a multimillion dollar contract in front of you offered by no other than that
witch over there, you fucking sign it kid", Keith said enraged.


"But-" said Dylan.
"No buts, sign it right now before she changes her mind. Sure, what she says may piss
you off sometimes, but Grey knows what she's doing, she's a mastermind. And in a year, you'll have
millions of screaming fans and a boatload of cash", Keith continued.
Without a word Dylan began walking away.
"Dylan?" said Flint.


"Are you done brainstorming?" Grey asked becoming impatient.
"I'll sign that contract and do the stupid boy band thing", Dylan bitterly said.
"What?!" said both me and Anthony.
"If Keith Ledger says it's a good idea, then I believe him", said Dylan.
"You heard him", said Flint happy.
"Well about time", said Eithen who was patiently waiting.


"Well then from this day forward you five are a boy band. And do not fight ever again.
Welcome to Hit Music Records boys", Grey finished.
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"Ow, my stomach hurts", said Asia rubbing it.
"Is it the nasty lunch food?" asked Jenny worried.
"No, I think I ate too much of it", Asia giggled.
"What?" Jenny said disgusted.


"Hey Dylan, I never said this yet but thanks for signing the contract", Flint happily said.
"Yeah, yeah, don't thank me yet. If there are any weird things they expect me to do,
you'll be doing them in my place!" said Dylan who was still upset about it.
"Fine with me", Flint smiled.
"Quit smiling, it makes me want to punch you!" Dylan ordered.



"Hey Kyle, why don't you pull up a chair?" asked Flint as he saw me standing up.
"Let him stand", Anthony furiously said, still mad at me.
"No, don't worry about it. I'm going to Mr. Peters room anyways. I owe him my project", I said.
"Suit yourself", replied Dylan.


"Are you mad at me too?! What about those three?!" I asked him.
"I don't know what you're talking about, pretty boy", Dylan pestered.
Everyone began laughing at his ridiculous humor and I couldn't help but join in.
"It's not my fault she's obsessed with me", I chuckled.
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I cut lunch early and began walking to Mr. Peter's class.
Man, I can't believe I forgot to do this stupid art project.
I became so wrapped up in music, Mimi, and Anthony, that I totally forgot about it.


I stopped at the door and saw Mr. Peters on the phone.
Guess I'll wait then, I don't want to interfere with his conversation.
"Oh, it's you again" Mr. Peters said annoyed.
Who was he talking to? He doesn't sound happy to hear them.


"Look agent...what's your name again?" lingered Mr. Peters, "Oh right, Chris. I can't help you anymore
than with the information I already gave to you. The car that hit Anthony's mother was a 2006 Audi A6.
And I know my cars dear sir", explained Mr. Peters.


An 2006 Audi A6, wait a damn minute. I've seen that car from somewhere before.
But I can't put my finger on it. Where did I see it?




That's right! It's the same car I saw in Taylor's garage.
Why the hell does Taylor have something like that sitting in her garage?
Or maybe she doesn't know it is. She never goes in her garage.
...Riley.
For some reason I had this ominous feeling that someone was watching me.


Or maybe I'm just being paranoid.
But if Riley is the one who damaged that car, then that means that four-eyed, psycho killed Anthony's mom.
I knew he was diluted when I saw his photo album of Mimi, but this is way too far.
I need to tell Mr. Peters about this while he's still on the phone with that agent.


"Hm, your actually making this more difficult for me Kyle", Riley said to himself.
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"Oh my god!..Riley you really scared me to death", Mimi said nearly jumping out of her boots.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you", said apologetic Riley.
"What's up?" asked Mimi.
"I was wondering if you found a partner for the Math assignment-"



"Yeah, she has", I said as I took hold of Mimi.
I could see from my locker as Riley approached her, so I couldn't leave her alone.
"Kyle?" Mimi questioned.


"Oh, is that right Mimi?" Riley asked Mimi specifically.
He gazed at her in such a eerie way. This creep.
"Um yeah, that's right. Kyle asked me yesterday, sorry", she lied.
I think she was starting to understand how freakishly, weird this dude actually was.
From behind Riley, I could see Taylor staring me down with pure animosity.


"What the hell is that freak doing?" Taylor asked.
"Who Kyle?" asked Sophie.
"No, my brother", she answered.
"Maybe he's finally asking Mimi out", Kimberly blurted out.
"Oh yeah, he does seem to have a crush on her", Savannah agreed.
"Him too?!" Taylor shrieked.


"Sorry if I bothered you. Maybe next time we can partner up", Riley said walking away.
For some reason I felt Mimi's body tremble as Riley said that. Was she afraid of him?
"Okay", she replied.
"Is that Kyle catching onto me?" Riley thought to himself.
Once Riley walked away, Mimi shrugged my hand off her shoulder.


"I don't want people getting the wrong idea", Mimi said walking away from me.
"By people, do you mean Anthony?" I asked bluntly.
She stopped walking, "Are you two still on bad terms?" she replied.
"Yeah, why?" I answered.


"Kyle?" she said my name.
"What is it?", I said waiting anxiously.
"I don't know what to do with you anymore, either", Mimi said.
I stopped following her, letting her walk away.



"No, you're just scared that I might actually be serious about her".
"Is he really...serious?" Anthony thought to himself
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Looks like someone's worried.
The band got their record deal, but will Dylan be okay with it?
Anthony finally found out! Will Kyle and Anthony remain friends?
Isn't Riley becoming creepier?
And will Kyle confess to the cops?

To Be Continued...

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