Around twelve, kids started to arrive. Some sat down in groups or alone in the newly clean, empty of props or instruments, bottom floor of the float. The techy kids sat in the corner with notepads, ready to jot down whatever they could. Some dancers, especially the younger ones around eleven or twelve, squealed excitedly about the fun, new dances. I stood in the corner, looking for a familiar face, while Mickey, Kylie, and Ty went up on the higher story to prepare. Some tech kids pulled out rolling whiteboards, and Mickey and Mariana, who had just ran up, took out colored markers and got ready to write stuff down.
"Hey, Izzy." A voice said from behind me.
I whipped myself around to see Shawn, smiling down at me. I suddenly saw why Emma liked him so much. He had wavy, black hair, which didn't look like it had ever been touched by axe - and that was a rarity. He and Mickey shared the same dark green eyes, but his were bigger. His smile was warm and honest - but Mickey had thinner lips. Not to mention his large muscles, which were very hard not to look at.
"Oh, uh, hi." I said, awkwardly. What could he want from me?
"Hey! Do you know if your sister is coming, by any chance?" He shoved a hand in one of his pockets, as if he was dreading my response.
"Uh, I don't think so." I lifted a shoulder. "She may come later. I mean, I know she's a good dancer and everything, but she didn't audition."
"Yeah, she is pretty good." He blushed, and practically sighed, lovingly at the thought of her. "I felt a little bad bringer up on stage, though, I have to admit, but she was good!"
"YOLO." I said, awkwardly. Believe me, I absolutely hate that phrase, but it seemed appropriate then. Just experimenting. Who said I have to wait till college?
"Haha, right." He laughed.
"The meeting will commence in FIVE MINUTES." Kylie said into a microphone.
"Sit down!" Bridget came over and pulled me by the red sleeve to a place on the floor. "And sheesh, stop flirting." She huffed.
"I was not flirting!" I blushed, profusely.
"Uh huh." She raised a skeptical eyebrow at me.
I was about to protest some more, but another girl sat down next to Bridget. "Hey, Bridge!" She said, and then she saw me. She smiled, shyly. She seemed a year or two younger than us, and I assumed she was one of the dancers.
"Hey, Kay." Bridge said. "Oh, Izzy, this is Kayla, but the guys like calling her Sequoia, don't ask me why, but you can call her Kayla, or Kay, or whatever. And Kay, this is Izzy. She just moved here from Florida. She's my co-keyboardist now."
"Hi!" She said, quietly, and gave me a little wave, tucking a lock of wavy blonde hair behind her ear.
"Hey!" I smiled, warmly at her. I didn't want her to be shy around me. "So what are you in No Gravity?"
"I'm a dancer, and sometimes I do backup vocals." She nodded.
"Oh, that's so cool! I think backup vocals are one of the best parts in songs. Like, when I first learn the lyrics, my next step is to learn the backup parts, and when I hear the song, that's what I sing."
"Awesome! I love them, too. They kind of complete the song, in a way, you know?"
I nodded encouragingly at her.
"Oh," Bridget added. "And Kay's in eighth grade, so she'll be going to our school next year."
I almost responded, but Kylie suddenly announced that the meeting would begin.
"Okay," She began. "I'm gonna start off-,"
"With some announcements!" Everyone said, with her. I could practically hear the roll of many eyes.
"Jeez, am I that predictable?" She laughed, taking in the liveliness of the bunch. "Anyhow, I'd like to welcome Izzy, our newest keyboardist and singer! Davey, spotlight." She spat.
The tech kid that I'd met earlier pulled the end of a heavy spotlight and pointed it to another confused looking dark-haired girl.
"Stupid, that's Anne." Mickey pointed out, and helped him move it to me.
I waved, embarrassed, at the thirty or forty faces staring at me.
"Alright." Kylie clapped her hands together. "Next note, Shawn's got a crush on Izzy's sister, everybody point and say 'ooo!' like little first graders."
Everyone followed her instructions, including me, and left Shawn blushing again and laughing hysterically.
"I love it!" Kylie squealed as she laughed. "Okay, let's get serious. This is another open week, so no theme. Any song ideas? Izzy's singing 1983 if you want any inspiration."
Mickey wrote down 1983 in bullet form, quickly, in her bright red marker.
A couple people raised their hands.
"Shawn, today's victim, whatcha got?" She called.
"I thought Viva la Vida would be fun?" He suggested.
Mickey wrote that down.
"Seems doable. Our keyboard isn't as vintagey sounding as the one in the song, though, but we can still play it." She shrugged. "Any oppositions?"
Nobody raised their hands.
"Great!" Kylie smiled. "Okay, keep 'em comin'. Twelve at max, remember. Athena, got a song?"
A dancer girl in the back said quietly, "I like Bruno Mars, Runaway Baby?"
"Ooh, yeah, that's a good one!" Kylie exclaimed, excitedly, as Mickey wrote.
"I oppose!" A voice yelled, from in front of me.
"'Ey, shut up!" Kylie yelled at him, and we all laughed.
We continued the process until we had 12 songs : the three from before, plus C'mon, Starships, Bohemian Rhapsody, Misery Business, Some Nights, Good Life, It's Time, We Are Never Getting Back Together (which should be fun), and The Remedy.
Diverse group, wouldn't ya say?