Zayn walked outside angrily, climbed on his bike, and zoomed off. Minutes later, he arrived at the studio, where his crew, the Josh crew, was waiting for him. They were to perform at a concert.
He got down and walked angrily toward the crew’s poster hung on the wall. He took out the paint he had bought on the way, and a paint brush, and started cleaning one of the persons on the poster, James, Gary Matthew’s son.
“What the hell. Brother, what are you doing? That’s our poster.” Kelvin, one of the crew members yelled from behind, quickly walking towards Zayn.
Zayn breathed angrily.” I’m rubbing out his name like the way he and his father rub out our name.”
“ What the hell is wrong with you dude. What’s all this about?” James asked angrily.
Zayn breathed angrily.“I compose, I sing, I play lead. And somehow the reviews only mention him?”Zayn looked towards James and asked .”How much did your father pay for the review huh? Tell me.” Zayn yelled.
Zayn rushed towards James and the other crew members tried holding him back.
Cole, the usually calm one walked towards Zayn and patted his back.”Calm down, bro. We can settle this without violence.”Then he looked towards James.”What do you have to say about this James?. Is it true?”
James sighed.” What are you even saying? Money? You know my dad guys. He asked Mr Richard for a Favour. There was no plan to sideline any of you guys.” He said as his tone trembled.”I’ll ask Mr Richard to rewrite the review. You don’t need to go crazy.” He said to Zayn.
“Everyone look,” Jason hurriedly showed everyone his phone, a video of Mr Richard was displayed on the screen, with a stitched video of Zayn beating him up. Everyone listened to what he was saying.
“ …Paid the price for an interpersonal jealousy between the crew members. He came here and started beating me up just because I gave a review about his fellow crew……
Zayn's laughter interrupted the video.“ Hahahaha, think I’m jealous of James? I'm there, the whole crew is. Without me, it’s over.” He said.
James scoffed.” It’s over anyway. You ruined the crew's reputation because of that stunt you pulled, just for your name.”
“What’s going on here” The concert manager walked towards them and asked. “ The show begins in five minutes.”
“All good sir. No problem. We’ll be there.” Cole answered.
The concert manager walked away and they continued their argument.
“Nepo baby James is the f*****g problem,” Zayn yelled.
James fired back. “ Don’t drag my family into this Zayn, I’m warning you.”
Zayn charged towards him again. “ And what will you do?”
“ Zayn stop this,” Cole yelled. “Come on guys. We have a show to play. We’re a crew man.”
“ Cancel the show. Cole! I’m not playing with him.” James said.
Zayn laughed and shouted back. “ Great decision James, because I don’t want to play with you either. If you’re true to your words, stick to your decision and get the hell out of here.”
Kelvin sighed “ Just say sorry to him Zayn, so we can move past this and get to our show.”
Zayn chuckled.“There’s no way I’m doing that.” He faced James. “ Go jump into your dad's lap! Dad my underwear is wet, Dad I’m hungry, Dad I need to have a bath, since you can’t do anything without him.”
James walked away angrily, and the others were trying to calm Zayn down, but Zayn wasn’t having it.
“Let’s go boys I’m done with this. Since he’s so talented as he feels he is, let him handle the show himself.” James yelled back.
Everyone agreed and started walking away towards their car.
“ whatever! I don’t need you guys. I can handle the show myself and I’ll do just fine.” Zayn breathed angrily and walked towards the entrance of the concert, determined to do everything himself.
The guys drove away, leaving Zayn to his fate, and Zayn walked to the center of the show. Everyone was already gathered, waiting for the show to start.
Zayn looked around and saw the concert manager walking towards him.
“Where are the others?” He asked.
“ They’re not coming, I can handle it alone. Zayn answered back.
And with that, Zayn walked towards the piano and set a tune to play. Then he walked towards the microphone and looked around again.
He closed his eyes feeling the tune of the song, and started singing.