But he watched. Kendall passed the puck to James Diamond, who paused to check his reflection in the ice. Carlos Garcia tried to do a spin and crashed into the boards. Logan Mitchell pulled out a laminated checklist titled "How to Win a Hockey Game" and tried to hand it to the referee.
Before they could unpack, Gustavo’s goons—a pair of terrifying security guards named Reginald and Reginald—dragged them to the Rocque Records studio. The audition room was all chrome and flashing lights. In the center stood Gustavo, arms crossed.
"Los Angeles? To sing?" She raised an eyebrow. "You four can’t even agree on a pizza topping."
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"Those were tears of confidence ."
They were a disaster. They were also something . Gustavo smelled… potential. Or maybe it was just the rink’s hot dogs.
Kendall laughed. "Exactly. Together."
"We actually did it," Logan whispered.
The frozen tundra of Lake Superior, Minnesota, was not known for boy bands. It was known for hockey, snowplows, and the kind of cold that made your thoughts freeze mid-sentence. But for four best friends—Kendall, James, Carlos, and Logan—it was about to become the launching pad for a wild, impossible dream.
And it was only the beginning.
James struck a pose. "My hair has been waiting for this moment."
Gustavo laughed—a rare, booming sound. "You’re terrible! Absolutely terrible! You can’t sing, you can’t dance, and you have no idea what you’re doing." He paused. "I love it. You’re in."
Mrs. Knight sighed, then smiled. "Fine. But if you get arrested, I’m not bailing you out until the next morning." They arrived at the Palm Woods, a sprawling, pink stucco apartment complex for aspiring stars. It smelled of chlorine, ambition, and cheap cologne. A girl with sharp eyes and an even sharper wit named Jo introduced herself. "You’re the Minnesota guys? Good luck. You’ll need it." But he watched
Kendall looked up at the L.A. sky—smoggy, but full of stars he couldn’t see back home. His mom had texted: Don’t mess this up. Love you.
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