Jay Cee El

Fifteen // A Long Few Weeks

[rewritten]

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Caitlin's P.O.V

After getting placed into the group with the two other girls, Simon had begun to go over the details of what was supposed to happen in the following weeks. In early September we would be meeting at our mentors home to prepare for the live shows. In the time before that, we are allowed to start preparing for the judges homes. Being that we were now in a group, we would have to meet at someone's house and stay for a longer period of time. Us three girls were complete strangers and it would take a while for us to even catch up to where the other bands are, socially that is.

When we had all the details of what would be going on, we were allowed to leave. There would be a car waiting for us outside. As soon as we were dismissed the blonde girl, Liz, had walked over to one of the boys from the other band that had just been put together. I watched them embrace and talk for a few seconds before I turned away, giving them their privacy. My eyes met with Julie, who was looking down at me due to her height.

"Hi, I'm Caitlin." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah, I know. I'm Julie, it's uh, nice to meet you I guess. I don't know exactly what to say." Julie attempted at a joke. I laughed for her benefit.

"Well, we should probably get to the car. We should also exchange numbers I guess, and we need to decide on who's house to stay in." I said, rubbing my forehead.

I was so tired from this emotional rollercoaster of a day, though I would never take it back. I'm in the competition. I'm going to continue on to the judges homes and I'm going to do what I want to do. Sure, it's not the same as it was before. I'm not a solo act but this could be fun. I'll make two new friends and go through more experiences. It's not my ideal way of getting into this business, I had always wanted to be a solo artist. But this could be fun, I guess.

Eventually all seven of us started to make our way out of the arena. Everybody had already left on the buses, back to the hotel to start heading home. Liz had caught up with us, apologizing profoundly for leaving for a minute. I reassured her that it was fine, Julie didn't say anything. I was honestly nervous for interacting with her. I've seen her around boot camp and she seems like a bitch. Sure she was nice a few minutes ago, but you never know.

"So," Liz said as we climbed into the car. "What type of music do you guys want to do?" She asked.

"I like alternative." Julie finally spoke up as she took a seat in the back of the car. It was just us three girls and a driver. The boys from the other group were in a different car, which gave us girls the chance to really talk about this new band.

"I like the mainstream pop, I guess." I said.

"And I like the punk rock, pop rock sound. Okay, I think we should work on that later." Liz said.

"Yeah," I agreed with her. "There's no point in fighting over the music we want to produce when we haven't even made it to the live shows yet. Now, where are we going to meet? We only have a little over a month to catch up with the bands that have been together for so much longer." I said.

"We can't use my house. I live all the way in Colorado in an apartment in the middle of town. We wouldn't have any place to really do anything." Julie said.

"We can use my house." Liz spoke up.

"Where do you live?" I asked, turning to look at her. We were both in the middle seats while Julie was in the back.