Finally Finn (Los Rancheros #4) by Brandace Morrow Read Free Book Online

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carousel. There were a million freaking people and they all kept
bumping into each other. The adults have to ride most of the rides
with the kids. I was jerked and twirled until I thought seriously
about puking.
    I’m hoping the kids sleep past predawn. If
not, I’m never doing that again.
    “Alright, you’re set.” The makeup crew
dismiss me and I move to another room in the house where people are
taping microphones to the men’s chests. I nudge a woman who’s bent
over fixing the battery pack to the back of Danny’s pants.
    “How do you apply for a job like this?” She
looks at me, not amused. I shrug. “You know, just in case I need a
job one day.” Still nothing. I roll my eyes. “Oh, come on, there
are worse things than feeling up these two.”
    She straightens and finally gives a little
smirk as she stretches a piece of tape out. “Your turn. Shirt
off.”
    “Ohhhh. Well, that’s not awkward at all,” I
say over the guys laughing their asses off.
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    “This dude is so up his own ass, he’s going
to be hell to coach, you mark my words,” Fandy declares. Danny
rolls his eyes.
    “Yeah, because you’re so humble.” Fandy
throws his hands up.
    “Exactly! I know this dude. He’s me ten years
ago.”
    “Fifteen,” I cough into my hand. Fandy shoots
me a middle finger and Danny laughs. “Look, he’s got the looks,
he’s got the raw talent. Yeah, he’s a little Bieber for my tastes,
but people are going crazy for that right now.”
    “Alright, alright. I say we see him live.”
The boys look at me like I’ve grown another head and I roll my
eyes. “Seriously. How are we going to know if he’s just a hot head,
or if he can captivate a crowd of teenage girls? We have to go see
him.” I shrug, that’s all there is to it.
    “Well, if we can do that, then there are a
few more that I want to see. I had planned to have a nay vote, but
if this is an option, I would rather see what they have before
nixing them,” Danny says as he clicks through the bookmarks of the
people we want in. There are a hundred links there, and only twenty
will make it to the live shows. After the production crew stops
freaking out about this new twist we came up with, we will have
some hard decisions to make.
    “Alright, tag the ones you want. I want to
watch them all again later.” I sit back.
    “Me too,” Danny agrees.
    “Okay, let’s find some more,” Fandy says,
clicking through videos we’ve already watched to find more. There
are people from all over the world that sing, I had no idea. It
takes hours for us to look at the ones we want. Since we appointed
ourselves with finding the talent, we don’t want to miss
anything.
    “This one is good.”
    “Really good.”
    “Saved. Try that one.”
    And on it goes. Finally, we have to stop
because the kids are falling asleep or crying upstairs and the
sound cuts into the feed. But we still need to perform something
for the camera. The kids get popsicles and we decide to do a Taylor
Swift song called “Shake It Off.” It’s really popular and we’ve
watched it enough to pick up the words. As we tend to do, nothing
is rehearsed, and one of us automatically takes the lead. We work
well together. Fandy stands up with his dreads and begins a soulful
rendition of the fast song, and I fall into the chorus. At the
semi-rap part, Danny comes through again, giving the most
hysterical girl impression a six-foot something weight lifter can
possibly pull off.
    As we do, we collapse onto the couch and
laugh our asses off, making fun of each other and creating inside
jokes from crazy mannerisms like the fact that Fandy has a way of
flicking his dreads over his shoulder that could rival any Victoria
Secret model.
    I just hope it comes across on screen.

Chapter 7
    SUNDAY
    “You look so cute.”
    “No, you look so cute.”
    “No, you do!”
    “Okay, everybody is cute. Let’s not fight
about everything, for the love of God,” I mumble as we get off the
elevator. I think