don't forget | michael conor

// sydney davis \\

as the day goes on, we continue to hang out at the studio and meet with the other two bands. we do the same routine and go over their songs multiple times before they head over to choreography. when the last band leaves, my dad and i head back to the hotel and go up to our room.

"hey, can i go hang out by the pool?" i ask my dad.

"of course," he answers.

i say goodbye to my dad before slipping my shoes back on and heading out the door. when i get down by the pool, some of the boys are already down there. i instantly spot miles, sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water. i take a seat next to him, but i tuck my legs under my body instead of put them in the pool.

"hey, you actually came!" he says.

"yeah, why wouldn't i?" i question.

"i don't know, maybe because of your dad," he answers.

"oh," i nod.

awkward silence fills the air, but it only lasts a few seconds until a few boys swim over to where miles and i were sitting.

"hey, you were at rehearsals right?" a boy with curly blonde hair asks.

"yeah, i was," i answer.

"guys, this is sydney. sydney, this is brady, mikey and jay," miles says, going down the line of boys.

"nice to meet you," i smile.

"wait, so you work for the show?" mikey asks.

"no, i'm more like an unpaid intern," i laugh.

"oh," he says awkwardly.

"yeah, i just help out my dad," i add.

they all nod, before climbing out of the pool and heading into the hot tub. i stayed by the pool with miles, even though i was starting to get cold. from across the pool, i spot michael, who was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, talking to brady.

"miles!" michael calls.

"come on," miles says to me as he starts to stand up.

i follow miles and take a seat next to him on the edge of the hot tub.

"hey syd," michael greets me.

"hey michael," i say back.

miles, michael and brady start talking, while i just listen. i splash my feet around in the warm water and look around at my surroundings. i look back at the three boys and they're all starring at me.

"what?" i ask.

"i said, do you want to go back to my room to do a live?" miles repeats.

"oh, uh, sure," i answer.

"cool, let's go," brady says, while getting out of the hot tub.

i follow them up to miles's room and sit down on the bed. miles starts the live stream and the boys start answering questions from their fans.

"oh, by the way, this is sydney. she's an intern on the show," brady introduces me to the viewers.

"hi," i say.

"do you have any questions for her?" miles adds.

"what? no, that's ok," i reply, panicking a little bit.