Louis PoV:

Nervously I pulled down my sweater, so it would cover my hands. I started biting my thin lips, while trying to control my thoughts. I was nervous. Way too nervous. Anxious I peaked through the curtain in front of me. I looked over the heads of hundreds of people, which made my heart sink into my skinny jeans. I let out a loud, unhappy breath.

"Louis! Don't be nervous! We know u can do it! We're one band. The best band. We can do it together!", the voice of Sam, the guitarist of my Band 'the Rouge', brought me back to the here and now. "Yeah... I know... there are just too many people out there!", I whispered. "Don't be a pussy!", Nick, our drumplayer, glanced over at me angrily. His words were like a sword stabbing my heart, but I just gulped and balled my fists. 'I can do it! Just to show this douchebag, that I wasn't a pussy!', I thought angrily to myself. The boys were really nice when I first met them, but as the time went by, there were a lot of fights inbetween the band, especially about me. I wasn't 'boy' enough for the others, which made me thinking about quitting a few times, but I stayed through it all for my big dream. I wanted to be a singer, and here I was at the "battle of bands", which could boost my career.

"And now for you: 'The Rouge'", the voice of the moderator brought me back to reality. I took another deep breath before the curtain opened and the bright light made me close my eyes for a second, till I was used to it. I took a step forward to the microphone. "Hey, my name is Louis and that's my band 'the Rouge'. I hope you will enjoy our show!"

Harry PoV:

I banned my way through the crowd, while pushing people annoyed away from me. I had to get backstage to get ready. Our band would be next and I could not risk being late. I glanced at the stage, where the curtain was opening and a little guy with a big sweater was talking into a Mic. I moaned, 'how can all this people be this brave?', I thought to myself. Yeah, the boy on stage seemed kinda nervous, but I bet he wasn't as anxious as I was.

I turned back to getting through the mass of people, I had to hurry. I was just pushing a girl aside, who gave me an angry look, which I didn't really care about, when the music started playing. It was a good song, I liked it and then, the Sweater boy started singing. I stopped walking instantly and turned my head to the stage as fast as I could.

The brownhaired boy stood there still, with his eyes closed, the Mic close to his mouth. I couldn't help myself but stare at him. His voice was angelic and took my breath away. I needed a few seconds to get myself to walk on. Wow! This was a big competition, I wasn't sure if I could beat this little lad, but I had to try...