Formating the band

"Shut up, we have work to do!", Quentin ends the conversation.

"'Always stay professional', we know that sentence of yours very well. So, where to start?", Rocco snaps back.

"If there are such questions, I think we should ask the master of organization.", Samuel tells the round of us. His face is beaming as if he just had the greatest idea since humans began.

"It's not good, to speak to highly from yourself.", Xiang Xia adds motionless while standing in the frame. Since when is she here? I didn't even know it, while she was standing more or less right in front of my eyes!

"I just wanted to tell you to get yourselves ready for bed. In fifteen minutes it has to be silent.", whith these words she disappears into thin air again. What is she? A fairy?

"Let's ignore that for now. So who is this master of organization?", Rocco just goes on.

"Bency!", Samuel shouts loudly, "There's nothing you can say against that!"

"No! Forget it! I won't do that! No way!", Bency yells.

"You will do it, basta! There's no one in this room more suitable than you!", Jack commands, "You'd need a girl for that."

"If it's about tidiness and order, he technically might even be one.", laughs Horiacio loud.

"If you call me a girl now, I'm gonna do nothing at all!", shouts Bency loud enough for me to get goosebumps.

And with this the whole room suddenly shuts up and you would even be able to hear a needle fall to the ground.

"That's what I wanted.", he then snoors satisfied.

"Well, now that we are silent for you, you can do something for us as well and do this job.", Rocco starts to negotiate with him.

"Why should I do that? We already have a manager and what is our leader for? Not for nothing, I guess. So what is there left for me to organize?", he counters back in a very scar way. (Somehow I get the chills. He really is able to be scary...)

"But I don't have any knowledge of order and such...", Rocco pleads and whines. Well I don't think you need knowledge for being able to put something into the right order but you do need a little bit of cleverness, something that might be missing here...

"Well, This time I'll show you and next time you've gotta do this on your own.", Bency finally gives in. Wow, at least one somehow smart person. Or not, well, I don't actually care that much...

"It should be obvious that we first need the song. Everything else comes from that, exept for the division of our instruments and that... Well, are we going to leave it like that, or not?", he continues firm.

"I'd say so... It sounded pretty good.", Rocco says.

"Well, I think so, too.", Jack cuts in.

"Yeah, only becaus you setyed it like this!", Samuel comments on that. Well, sounds like another fight we're having today...

But in the end we're all okay with leaving it like it was. Not as much fighting as I thought. To be honest we didn't really fight at all.

"So, anyone any experience with writig songs?", Bency keeps up the original talk we had. Yeah, I have written in the breaks at school, before I got friends there. Shall I say something? Hmmm, no they weren't any good at all. I'll leave it be.

"Yeah, Xiang Xia kind of only took me in, because of the songs I've written.", Quentin finally talks again.

"Then you should take that over, Quentin. I assume we'll be singing in English?", he turns to all of us.

"Oh no! No, not English! Then I'll have to translate everything! That's si difficult and it takes so much time!.", Horiacio mumbles and leans back in his green chair, narrowing his eyes in pain.

"Do you know how lazy you are? You are the laziest person I've ever met!", Bency screams at him. Aah, my ears! My ears! Why does he have to scream like that? I don't think that this is too lazy. I mean there worse things.

"I like French, to be honest...", Samuel confesses to us.

"What about Spanish?", Rocco shouts with joy written all over his face.

"Or African.", Jack proclaims and we all turn to him. Huh? What's this language?

"For sure, Jack. There isn't even a language like that!", Rocco yells at him.

"Guys, we're going adrift. Let's just sing in our mother language. As Horiacio has said, it's be the easiest and we wont make as much mistakes as we would, singing in some other language.", I recommend and sigh heavily while putting my head in my hands.

"Yeah, she might be right there.", Jack turns to my side and lets his African slip.

"They're all great languages, but we sure have to decide for one and I think, this sure is the best decision.", Rocco joins us as well. And slowly everyone decides to do it like this as well. We're not after success, but after joy. So we sure can take things slow.

"I'll take over the lyrics!", shouts Rocco, "I really want to do it! And I have the creativity!"

"I'll join you.", Jack stands up.

"You three can start then.", Bency tells Jack, Rocco and Quentin and the three of them leave the room. But only seconds later the door flies open again: "What topic is it?", Rocco shouts way too loud.

"I thought you are so creative!", Bency scolds them bitterly. Aah, he can be so scary! But at the same time, he even can be cute. It's nerve wracking!

"Think of something! Never heard of fantasy before? , Horiacio asks sarcastically and rolls his eyes dramatically to boost the effect. But to say the truth: those were my words from his mouth. I think I really changed in this short amount of time...

"So, Xiang Xia said, she took Kay in because of his great dancing skills and style. I suggest, he should make the choreographys.", Bency suggests and looks me right in the eye. Such beautiful eyes... snap out of it girl! That's not who you are! Get your stuff together!

"Well, I'll try...", I mumble. Heh, he asks everyone but me. Yeah, hey, I don't mind.

"Check! So next up...", Bency tries to go on.

"Dude! Stop it, it's boring!", Horiacio suddenly cuts him off. Hell, he's right!

"Then do it yourself, man!", Bency shoots him a glare. But Horiacio doesn't even flinch at all. "We three will make the costumes, since Xiang Xia wanted us to do all by ourselves."

"but I can't sew at all.", Horiacio whines. He can complain all the times, isn't it like that?

"Then you'll have to learn it, won't you?", Bency asks with his sarcastic voice.

"I could teach him.", I offer. But I didn't see the mistake I made with this sentence...

"Why are you able to sew?", Bency asks surprised. Holy shit! Now I realised the mistake. I am not a girl anymore!

"My grandma taught me.", I tell them. And it's no lie. Luckily they seem to accept it and don't ask any further.

"Okay. What are we going to do now that we don't have anything to do?", asks Bency and leans back in his chair.

"Nothing, I guess.", murmurs Horiacio. He sounds so sleepy. I don't get him tough. Sometimes he's just so hyper but then again he can be so very lazy.

"Not gonna happen! I will teach you to sew! And you too!", I demand and point my finger towards Horiacio and then in Bency's direction.

"Right. We've gotta learn. And this lazy guy as well.", Bency mumbles. He sounds somewhat sleepy.

"Ahm, I think we should get to sleep and learn from tomorrow on.", I suggest.

"Kay's right, Bency.", says Samuel.

"No we've gotta learn.", Bency demands.

"Are you crazy?", Samuel asks very upset by now.

"It's quarter to three in the morning!", I explain to him.

"What!?"