aren’t many people in the room. It’s cool. Elliot was fine as long as he didn’t think about the thousands of people who would potentially be watching it later.
“We’re rolling in three… two… one…. Go!”
“Hi! We’re Static!” All of them chorused together, waving at the camera. Then Danny made one of his signature goofy faces—sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes—and instead of introducing themselves, everyone laughed. Webb punched Danny lightly on the shoulder, and he pushed back, and before long all five of them were in a puppy pile in the middle of the couch.
“ Gentlemen ,” Tate reminded them. Then he turned to the camera. “Hi. I’m Tate. I think it’s going to be my job to keep these monkeys in line.” He smiled and winked and turned to Webb.
“I’m Webb. I like to write and I like to sing and I wish I could’ve met Kurt Cobain. I love Nirvana.” He gave the camera a shy smile that Elliot knew the girls would be swooning over. He was glad he was at the end of the couch. Reece then Danny and he was up. His stomach flipped.
“Hey,” Reece said in his slow drawl. Elliot knew this would be easy for him. “I’m Reece. I’m from Alabama and I like to play the guitar.” He lifted his six string from where it was resting on the floor, then raked his fingers through dark hair and gave the screen a long look.
Damn, they’re good at this….
“I’m Danny.” Danny made another face at the camera. It was dorky and cute and Elliot couldn’t help staring. “I have a thing for pickles.”
Elliot tried not to laugh. Like really tried. It was hard with everyone else snickering behind their hands. “I’m Elliot,” he forced out on a laugh. Then he looked out from under his bangs and waved at the camera. “Hi.” That was about all he could handle before the nervous giggles came back. He couldn’t help it. He just waved again and hoped someone else would take over. Thank effing hell for Danny and Reece.
“We’re Static!” Danny said.
“Be sure to check us out every week on Band Camp ,” Reece added.
“And check out our page on Band Camp ’s website!”
“You can find us on Twitter too,” Elliot added, shocked he was even capable of speech. “All the links are on our page!”
They all waved at the camera for a second before Danny launched himself at Webb for another round of horseplay.
“And that’s good,” the cameraman called out. “You guys are done.”
They ignored him. Danny had managed to shove his foot into Elliot’s stomach. He grunted and lunged in to wrap his arms around Danny’s waist and tickle him. Tate, who liked to pretend he was above the rest of them when they started acting like morons, must have noticed that Elliot was tickling Danny and yeah, he wasn’t so above that. He joined right in, tickling and tackling until Danny and then Elliot were both nearly crying from laughing so hard.
“All right boys. We need to get The Pixies in here for their intro. Time to clear out,” the producer said from the doorway.
Elliot dragged himself off the couch and reached down to help Danny from where he was halfway on the couch and halfway dragging on the floor. Danny grabbed his hand and used it to haul himself to standing. His hair was standing straight up, his clothes were rumpled, and Elliot found himself leaning closer. Danny smelled really good, and his eyes were so green and sleepy and….
Reece jumped on Elliot’s back. “Let’s go, Elli-bean.”
Elliot groaned. “Did you seriously just call me that?”
Reece ruffled Elliot’s hair as he slid down to his feet. “What do you want me to call you? Cupcake? You’re just so cute and sweet.”
“Am not,” Elliot argued as he followed Reece out of the room. “I’m a badass.”
All four of the other guys laughed. As he turned back, he noticed the camera guy turning his camera toward the wall and fiddling with a few buttons.
I NSTEAD of a late dinner with the rest of
“We’re rolling in three… two… one…. Go!”
“Hi! We’re Static!” All of them chorused together, waving at the camera. Then Danny made one of his signature goofy faces—sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes—and instead of introducing themselves, everyone laughed. Webb punched Danny lightly on the shoulder, and he pushed back, and before long all five of them were in a puppy pile in the middle of the couch.
“ Gentlemen ,” Tate reminded them. Then he turned to the camera. “Hi. I’m Tate. I think it’s going to be my job to keep these monkeys in line.” He smiled and winked and turned to Webb.
“I’m Webb. I like to write and I like to sing and I wish I could’ve met Kurt Cobain. I love Nirvana.” He gave the camera a shy smile that Elliot knew the girls would be swooning over. He was glad he was at the end of the couch. Reece then Danny and he was up. His stomach flipped.
“Hey,” Reece said in his slow drawl. Elliot knew this would be easy for him. “I’m Reece. I’m from Alabama and I like to play the guitar.” He lifted his six string from where it was resting on the floor, then raked his fingers through dark hair and gave the screen a long look.
Damn, they’re good at this….
“I’m Danny.” Danny made another face at the camera. It was dorky and cute and Elliot couldn’t help staring. “I have a thing for pickles.”
Elliot tried not to laugh. Like really tried. It was hard with everyone else snickering behind their hands. “I’m Elliot,” he forced out on a laugh. Then he looked out from under his bangs and waved at the camera. “Hi.” That was about all he could handle before the nervous giggles came back. He couldn’t help it. He just waved again and hoped someone else would take over. Thank effing hell for Danny and Reece.
“We’re Static!” Danny said.
“Be sure to check us out every week on Band Camp ,” Reece added.
“And check out our page on Band Camp ’s website!”
“You can find us on Twitter too,” Elliot added, shocked he was even capable of speech. “All the links are on our page!”
They all waved at the camera for a second before Danny launched himself at Webb for another round of horseplay.
“And that’s good,” the cameraman called out. “You guys are done.”
They ignored him. Danny had managed to shove his foot into Elliot’s stomach. He grunted and lunged in to wrap his arms around Danny’s waist and tickle him. Tate, who liked to pretend he was above the rest of them when they started acting like morons, must have noticed that Elliot was tickling Danny and yeah, he wasn’t so above that. He joined right in, tickling and tackling until Danny and then Elliot were both nearly crying from laughing so hard.
“All right boys. We need to get The Pixies in here for their intro. Time to clear out,” the producer said from the doorway.
Elliot dragged himself off the couch and reached down to help Danny from where he was halfway on the couch and halfway dragging on the floor. Danny grabbed his hand and used it to haul himself to standing. His hair was standing straight up, his clothes were rumpled, and Elliot found himself leaning closer. Danny smelled really good, and his eyes were so green and sleepy and….
Reece jumped on Elliot’s back. “Let’s go, Elli-bean.”
Elliot groaned. “Did you seriously just call me that?”
Reece ruffled Elliot’s hair as he slid down to his feet. “What do you want me to call you? Cupcake? You’re just so cute and sweet.”
“Am not,” Elliot argued as he followed Reece out of the room. “I’m a badass.”
All four of the other guys laughed. As he turned back, he noticed the camera guy turning his camera toward the wall and fiddling with a few buttons.
I NSTEAD of a late dinner with the rest of
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