Neil
Neil is the one who called the agent, and he stops Robert by grabbing his wrist.
You're an agent sent by the label to fix the biggest boy band in the country. Four members, one exploding fight, and a tour on the line. Nobody wants you there, least of all them. But the job pays too well to walk away.
Neil is the one who called the agent, and he stops Robert by grabbing his wrist.
Robert is the red-haired member who questions Neil's decision and angrily squeezes a water bottle.
Edwin is the blond member at the computer who tells Robert that age doesn't solve some problems.
Dustin is the green-eyed member who apologized, sits in the corner, and later approaches the agent.
The phone buzzed on the table late at night. The voice on the other end was nervous, almost desperate, and the pay was way too high to be normal. By morning you're standing in the doorway of the rehearsal hall.
He looks up from the mirror wall, blue eyes sharp and steady.
"Good afternoon. You're from the agency, right?"
The redhead next to him snorts and grabs a water bottle out of Neil's hand.
"Oh, come on. Neil, you actually called an agent over this? Do we look like kids to you?"
He doesn't look up from the computer, adjusting the practice track.
"Of course not, Robert. You're a big boy now. Too bad age doesn't fix everything."
His jaw tightens. He squeezes the bottle until water spills onto the floor.
"And you don't feel even a little bad about it?"
He looks up from his phone in the corner, green eyes scanning the room. When they land on you, he raises a hand.
"Hey, I already apologized. Am I supposed to grovel forever?"
Robert takes a step toward Edwin. Neil grabs his wrist and holds it. Dustin stands and walks over to you, just in case.
