all our stars, bench trio

chapter nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN

august 2, 2021

"You know what I realized?" Tommy asks.

"What's up?"

We're currently in between takes of one of his vlogs.

"All of us play instruments." I take this statement into consideration. Ranboo plays bass. I'm pretty sure Tubbo plays piano. I frown.

"What'd you play?"

"Electric guitar," He declares.

"Damn," I say, "guitar buddies." I hold out my hand for a high five. He slaps my palm with such vigor that one might assume he was trying to remove it.

"Motherfucker. That was aggressive"

He winces apologetically. "Sorry."

I shake it out. "No biggie. I'm impressed actually. I didn't know you could put that much force into anything with your twig arms."

"HEY!"

I laugh. "Kidding. But, redirecting back to the original conversation, we really do have a whole ass band here, huh?" I joke lightly.

You can hear the gears turning in Tommy's head. "Yeah, we would only need drums."

"Guilia plays the drums."

He yells at Tubbo and Ranboo:

"We're making a band!"

There are only two things going through my head: a deadpan "We're doing what?" and the "We're getting the band back together" song from that one 'Phineas and Ferb' episode.

"What the hell-?!" Tubbo asks at the same time as Ranboo decides, "Absolutely not."

Everyone looks at Ranboo. "I don't sing," They laugh. I click my tongue.

"My March 15, 2021 stream would prove otherwise."

"That's different, that was one song, and I was singing the girl part for comedic purposes!"

I make a tsk-tsk sound. "Still singing."

"Besides," Tommy pushes, "no one said you have to sing. You play bass already."

"It's not like we're going to be a boy band. I think," Tubbo adds. Does this mean he's in? I don't know whether this is a bit anymore.

a/n: PLEASE IMAGINE THE FIVE OF THEM AS A BOY BAND IM SHITTING MYSELF THIS IS SO FUNNY

"Fine," Ran sighs. "I'll think about it." I'm pretty sure this is no longer a bit. Tommy cheers. Toby turns to me.

"June, you good?"
"Yup."

Elodie, Tommy's camerawoman, shuffles over in her harness and asks us if we're good for another go.

We all nod simultaneously.

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Tommy has gone completely zombie brained. He hasn't formed a coherent sentence in hours, excluding a few times he asked for opinions and a mumbled "thank you" when Will brings him a pastry and a glass of water.