"Oh, gosh! I'm pooped!" I said, flopping backwards over the arm of one of the three couches backstage.
"And you weren't even the one bouncing around AND singing!" Liam said, handing his microphone to someone as he walked to the dressing room area.
On his way there, Louis jumped over the couch I was on, the coffee table, then over the couch across from me and ran the rest of the way. Niall tried the same thing, but failed miserably. One of his feet got caught on the couch across from me and he tumbled over it, probably landing uncomfortably on his back.
"Ow...." he squeaked.
I laughed, then turned serious again. "I'm just glad I don't have to do that all the time. When I get home, I'm hibernating."
Paul sat down on the couch that hadn't been tumbled over. " Can't do that, Melody. Marcus actually broke his leg."
"Um, Paul. We knew he broke his leg," Zayn said on his way past.
"A broken leg means it actually broke. It's not just a fracture, Zayn," I tried explaining. I turned to Paul. "Right?"
Paul nodded. "Which is why we need you."
"Wait.... what?!" I exclaimed, sitting upright. "What does that mean?"
"We need you for the rest of the tour. Marcus can't come, and his wife, the backup, can't come because she has to help him get around."
"But.... I have school! I've already missed too much and algebra is hard enough with the lesson! There's no way I can survive the rest of the school year using just my book to figure out my assignments!" I said, my voice getting louder. "And then I have English, and science, and history! Then there's computer app and health and ag and -"
"What the heck is ag?" Liam asked, coming out of the dressing rooms in sweats, pulling a T-shirt over his head.
I didn't answer. I simply started hyperventilating.
"Yo, Mel! Relax! Chill! Don't go nuts!" Louis said, shaking me by my shoulders. I hadn't even realized he was out yet. He stuffed a paper bag in my face. "Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out."
I shoved the bag away from my face and kicked Louis in the shin. "Don't touch my face!"
"We just need these forms filled out and these signed," Paul said, handing me a manila envelope and walking away before I could protest further.
Liam cleared his throat. "So.... what is ag?"

Notes

For those of you weirdos who don't know what ag is, it stands for agriculture, which is a course offered at the local high school where I live. I personally think that they could replace it with a much more useful class, but NOOOOO. It would cost too much money, apparently. I hate my school district.
Anyway, I managed to get two chapters done today! One for Invisible I and now this chapter! Yay!
I'm probably going to work on Revolution and (if @HatersGonnaHate11215 doesn't update Blown Away) Chasing Angels tomorrow.
If the kids want to watch movies after their snack tomorrow. It all depends on the weather.
I WANT SUN!!!!!