Brooks Performing Arts

♫ the | girl | sings ♫

♪ the | boys | will | always | listen ♪



“Hara — do you know what you’ve just done?” Eleanor asks, leaning forward into Hara’s personal space and making her squirm uncomfortably.

To be honest, Hara is a little afraid to ask her friend what’s going on in her head, but she doesn’t enjoy being left in the dark about things, either, especially since it directly involves her. Tucking a strand of hair behind a perky ear, she looks between both of Eleanor’s eager, excited eyes and mumbles, as soft as ever, “No?”

Eleanor turns to look through the door window at the five boys, fingers brushing the dark red curtain to the side. Hara watches closely, nervously, as Eleanor scans each boy’s face, their mouths moving but no audible sounds coming out, and then she’s turning to look back at Hara, saying, “This could be huge.”

Hara looks over Eleanor’s shoulder, then back at her. “What?”

“I think you just started a boyband, Hara.”