Chapter Five
	Whitney: Today was nothing but loads of little meetings in the same room making it one massive meeting. I was talking to some people about what I think Five should wear on their tour. After I showed them my ideas they rambled and began to bore me. My eyes wandered around the room. J and Abs looked like they were going over that new rap they had written. The other lads seemed hard at work with other things too. My eyes finally landed on the new girl, Teresa. One could easily pick her out as the new girl. No matter how hard the lads worked, they looked like they were having fun. Same with most of the staff glad these rambling bores aren't on the official staff I thought to myself as I side-glanced at the people I was sitting with. I looked back to Teresa. She didn't seem happy at all. She didn't look mad or frustrated, just there. She's occasionally point at something or mention something to someone, but I could tell-even though I couldn't hear her-that she probably wasn't too enthusiastic about it. I guess she was homesick. "...seeing as all my reasons and arguements check out I think we can all come to the conclusion that my choice is the better choice" I turned my attention to the speaker, Boring Person #1. I looked at his choice and back at mine. I let out an exhasperated sigh and put my hands on my hips. I looked at the guy for a minute and realized nothing I was going to say would help my arguement. I'd already played the "I'm the stylist" card. I leaned down to pick up the sketches of both outfits and strolled over to the lads. "Guys? Sorry to interrupt but if you had a choice, which of these would you pick?" I handed them the papers and they looked them over and discussed it. While they collaborated Boring Person number one made it over and was standing next to me.  "That one" J said in the end, pointing to my choice. I took the papers back, 'Thanks loads lads" I smirked at the annoyed face of my challenger and strutted off. Teresa: A tired looking man of whom I could not name stood up, "Alright everyone, I think we can call it a night." Relieved sighs filled the room. I quietly gathered up my things, silently worrying how in the world I'd find my flat. "Does it hurt you to smile?" I looked up and found that the Stylist, Whitney had come over. "Um..I..I don't think so." I replied, a little taken aback by her odd question. She just laughed, "You don't think so? Well why don't you try it and we'll see". I halfways smiled and gave her a very bewildered look. "Oh-kay. That's a start" she said, obviously wondering about me already. I saw Ritchie trying to get her attention. Remebering that she was not just a stylist but also his girlfriend, I let her know. "Your boyfriend is uhh...waving madly.." She turned around and giggled. "What a goof" "The lads want to go to a club! You up for it?" he yelled. Whitney looked like she was thinking about it, but instead of answering she turned back to me, "What are you doing tonight?" I kept my head down, gathered my papers and blandly replied, "Well I was thinking it might take me till dawn to find my flat" "Really now?" She went back to her thinking face as Ritchie walked over, "What, so now you just ignore me?" he joked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I was chatting with my new friend Teresa here." The rest of the lads had followed shortly after Rich and I was now surrounded. Whitney added, "Teresa's going to to to the club with us tonight lads!" I dropped the stack of papers I was holding, sending them cascading to the floor. "What? I..No I can't I mean, I just, I can't." I replied as I got on my knees to collect my papers. I was joined by the other six on the floor, helping me. Underneath the table I met 2 faces. "Oh Thank you, but you don't have to-" the one that I remembered was Scott stopped me, "No, we don't mind, do we Abs?" Abs shook his head no, "Not a bit" I took my papers from everyone and thanked them before I put them into my briefcase, ready to leave. "Oh good, you're ready. Let's stop by your place to get you some clubbin clothes" Whitney persisted. Does she ever give up? "I really can't. I mean, I don't even have any..clubbing clothes" Whitney just waved her hand, "I'm a STYLIST. I have plenty of clothes" Abs linked his arm in mine, "C'mon. Maybe we'll figure out which past life we knew eachother in" I stared at my feet and mumbled, "I don't really know how to dance" I wasn't lying. Sure, it was an excuse to not go, but I really couldn't dance. From the other side of me Scott said, "Not to worry, I'll teach ya" I looked around at the 6 eager faces. There was no getting out of this. "I guess I could but-" I was already being dragged out by Whitney, "I'm gonna fix this girl up, seeya at the club guys!" What have I gotten myself into? Chapter Six...