Chapter 8

Bree's POV

We were all in our capsules, trying to go to sleep when I saw my text alert go off. I rarely got out of my capsule in the night unless it was a emergency. So I tried to wake Chase up so he could use his molecularkinesis on it and that way I would only have to open the door a crack. I banged on the side of my capsule, hoping that Chase's bionic hearing would pick up the noise, but he continued to sleep soundly. What was the point of bionic hearing if you couldn't here your sister's cry for help? Then I remembered that Chase's capsule was soundproof, something Mr. Davenport had put in there when the super senses started to kick in when he was like, four. I groaned and quietly opened my capsule, grabbed her phone and walked back in her capsule. I read the text; it was Richard holding a copy of the album we had told Richard we were ready to release. The text said:

"Not Another Boy Band's debut, sale charts are crazy! Your section on the Hollywood Records site is blowing up! Check it out, Richard."

I quickly, and I mean quickly, went to our part of the site, and the sales were crazy, our album had been out for like 3 minutes and it already had 4000 sales, and that was just the internet, apparently people all over the US were going nuts, someone had gotten injured in the line to the new album in Hollywood (which was terrible but awesome!) and people were lining up as soon as the release date was announced, that was almost two weeks ago.

I turned off my phone, put it in its charger and went to sleep.

Next morning.

I woke up to excited voices and yells of excitement. I rubbed my eyes and walked out of my capsule, looking at Adam, Chase and Leo.

"What is going on?" I asked sleepily.

"Our debut album is number one on the billboard charts, that rarely happens to anyone, and our debut is mostly covers," Chase explained.

"Okay, so when I try to wake you up to get my phone, you won't wake up, but the next day, you three wake me up at seven in the morning?" I demanded.

"My capsule is sound proof for very good reasons. You never know when my hearing could glitch," my genius of a brother said in the /I'm the smartest person in the universe' tone that I heard a lot, it drove me crazy.

"Whatever. I'm going upstairs for breakfast, Adam, you wanna come with me?" I asked, knowing that Adam wouldn't turn down food.

"Sure, Chase woke me up at six and all I see are really big numbers," Adam said, following me to the elevator.

We entered the kitchen to see Tasha making waffles, she gave me a plate with two and Adam a plate with four. Tasha's waffles were like heaven, then I heard Chase and Leo run out of the elevator.

"No one told me about the waffles," Leo pouted as he sat down.

"Me either," Chase added. I could tell he was a little upset, but I was still mad at him for not waking up and getting my cell phone. Little did he know, I was gonna get him back for it later, I evil laughed in my head as I finished my waffles. I was about to go downstairs to set up the prank when our doorbell rang. I opened the door to Richard.

"Hey Richard! Come in!" I greeted him.

"Is Donald Davenport home? Or his brother?" Richard asked, I could tell he was gonna burst.

"Hold on. Donald!" Tasha yelled up the stairs. Mr. Davenport came down in a really nice suit.

"This had better be important, I have a huge meeting today," Mr. Davenport said impatiently.

"I'll get right to the point, I'm scheduling a world tour for Not Another Boy Band!" Richard exclaimed gleefully.

I swear I squealed with joy and I saw my brothers pump their fists.

But Mr. Davenport had to crush it.

"No, absolutely not." Mr. Davenport said.

"Don't be a hater, Davenport!" Richard complained, sounding like a whiny child.

"Richard, they have their missions, they can't go on world tour, believe me, plus, I would have to put in a ton of stuff in their tour bus to maintain their bionics," Mr. Davenport countered.

Ugh, I was never going to Paris!

"I thought I said that this wouldn't get in the way of their missions!" Leo exclaimed.

"I can't believe that. You need to save the world, not play in Madison Square Garden!" Mr. Davenport yelled.

Me and my brothers looked down at our feet. I didn't even feel like getting back at Chase now.

"You know what? Not Another Boy Band is done," Mr. Davenport said.

Everyone gasped, and Richard grabbed Mr. Davenport's arm and took him to the kitchen. They whispered for like five minutes, then they came back over.

"I hate the idea, but you guys can go on tour." Mr. Davenport said, groaning.

Adam, Chase and I jumped off the couch in excitement. Paris, here I come!

I snuck down to the lab after Richard left and set up a ear piercing alarm in Chase's capsule. That should teach him. Tomorrow, I would be woken up with his screams. (Maybe that sounded evil, but I don't care!) I set the timer on the alarm to go off at six in the morning, because Chase normally woke up at least two or three hours later. Then I went to the living room to go get dinner.