Re: Saturday: 1:20
Drew hadn't been exactly pleased that Connor had bullied him into trying out, and if he made it and Connor did, then Drew was going to be pissed. They always did team stuff together. And singing -- Connor knew that Drew would rather do background vocals than a solo act. Ugh, this was all so stupid. He hadn't even wanted to compete. Yet here he was, waiting for Connor to finish, while other people waited with guitars in hand. Suddenly Drew felt stupid for standing here with his ukulele.
When his name was called and Connor passed him, Drew bumped shoulders with him roughly and grumbled a "I hate you, you dick." While he hadn't exactly had anything better to do today, he still didn't want to be here, auditioning for some stupid singing group. This was just so awkward. So as he climbed on stage, ukulele in hand and feeling stupider for it, he took a deep breath.
"Right," he said to himself. "Hi. I'm Drew. Staubach." He groped for the stool and, not finding it, finally turned to locate it. He stepped back and sat down, getting his ukulele ready. "Right. So I'm going to start. Now."
He strummed for five seconds, just the ukulele, before finally singing along. "Hold on to me as we go, as we roll down this unfamiliar road. And although this wave is stringing us along, just know you're not alone, because I'm going to make this place your home."
The strumming became a bit more vibrant and energetic as he sang, and he decided to focus on getting the stringing right rather than pay attention to the people judging him.