05-12-2021, 08:38 AM
Kyson sat at the table with the other three members of the group, Ethan Grant, Brian Jeong and Diego Ramos. They had yet to even party in the secluded section upstairs and already, Kyson was glistened with just a little sweat.
“All these bustling bodies,” he insisted. “I never got the appeal of people gathering in massive crowds like this where you can hardly hear anything.”
“Chin up, my good chum,” Ethan announced with smug confidence. The fair skinned, flowingly long brown haired and blue eyed beauty spun liquor in a glass before downing it. “We have a reason to celebrate as much as the next person.”
Their manager and record label agreed that all of them starting a solo career would boost records and depending on the longevity of it, say a decade or half of it later, they get to come back as a group and have the adoring fans gather out in droves for them.
In a way, Kyson was more than happy to the idea, but he still stood; He frankly saw no major appeal in clubs such as this. As Kyson glanced down at the floor below, he couldn’t help but make out a familiar face among the crowd, going to and fro at the bar for drinks every once in a while.
“Spy someone you like,” Ethan chimed in, glancing down on the floor. His Bro Attitude remained all the same. “You should invite him up here.”
“Nah, it’s not like that,” Kyson stated so matter of factly. “That’s the instructor I was telling you all about.”
Oh? That had piqued all of their interests. Well, since the guards were not going to let them go downstairs and mingle with massive crowds, the least they could do was bring someone else up here. So, one of the patrons left downstairs. The moment she spotted Jace going towards the bar once again in a buzzed state, she cleared her throat. “Good evening. My name is Trisha Peyton, one of the hosts here. Are you Jace Peters by any chance? I have it on good word that someone upstairs wants to see you and a few friends of yours.”
“All these bustling bodies,” he insisted. “I never got the appeal of people gathering in massive crowds like this where you can hardly hear anything.”
“Chin up, my good chum,” Ethan announced with smug confidence. The fair skinned, flowingly long brown haired and blue eyed beauty spun liquor in a glass before downing it. “We have a reason to celebrate as much as the next person.”
Their manager and record label agreed that all of them starting a solo career would boost records and depending on the longevity of it, say a decade or half of it later, they get to come back as a group and have the adoring fans gather out in droves for them.
In a way, Kyson was more than happy to the idea, but he still stood; He frankly saw no major appeal in clubs such as this. As Kyson glanced down at the floor below, he couldn’t help but make out a familiar face among the crowd, going to and fro at the bar for drinks every once in a while.
“Spy someone you like,” Ethan chimed in, glancing down on the floor. His Bro Attitude remained all the same. “You should invite him up here.”
“Nah, it’s not like that,” Kyson stated so matter of factly. “That’s the instructor I was telling you all about.”
Oh? That had piqued all of their interests. Well, since the guards were not going to let them go downstairs and mingle with massive crowds, the least they could do was bring someone else up here. So, one of the patrons left downstairs. The moment she spotted Jace going towards the bar once again in a buzzed state, she cleared her throat. “Good evening. My name is Trisha Peyton, one of the hosts here. Are you Jace Peters by any chance? I have it on good word that someone upstairs wants to see you and a few friends of yours.”
