“8 Weeks at least?!Your tour will start in aweek, we can’t miss him that long. We’ll have to search a replacer for Rich” the BMG big boss said to the lads.
Since the accident they of course hadn’t been able to perform and after two weeks research it had proven Rich couldn’t perform for at least 8 weeks, because he had 4 broken ribs and a concussion. Besides that, also a splinter had come into his lung and it was unsure if Rich could ever sing again.
“You mean we should throw Rich out of 5ive? Forget it, he belongs with us!” J said angry.
“They don’t even know if he can ever sing again! It’s sad, but we can’t take the risk now 5ive is going so well.”
“Are you crazy? If he hadn’t been there you would’ve had to replace ME , And send flowers to my funeral!”Scott added.
“It’s for the best,” Chris tried to calm them down,”Also for Rich. There will be no pressure for him to recover and he might then fully recover.”
“That’s a bloody lie!We don’t wanna miss Ritchie!”Abs exclaimed.
“5ive wouldn’t be the same without him.” Sean agreed.
“Well. You don’t make the decisions around here. We have found a good replacement already, who has some experience with a boyband. Lance Bass.”
“What!! You’re kidding, right? Lance? That.. loser of N*Sync? The gay?”J shouted.
“How can HE replace Rich?”Scott asked with a look of disgust on his face.
“Hmm. I think they’re a lot alike really. You’ll get along.”He turned around, the conversatoin was over for him.
Chris turned to the guys when ‘the boss’ had left. “I’m sorry lads. Really. But this is showbizz. You can go tell Rich. You’ll do that, right? See ya later.”
Abs shook his head in disapproval. “They make those stupid decisions but don’t even have the guts to tell Rich in person. No, THAT they leave to us.”
But they realised there was nothing else they could do if they didn’t want to loose their jobs. And so they went on to a conversation, harder than the application for the band.
“What? This isn’t really true right? It can’t be.” Rich said, shaking his head. He looked at the other lads, their heads down.”Tell me this isn’t true” he whispered.
J slowly nodded.”It is true Rich. If only you could know how terribly we feel about it.”
“I thought you were my friends..” Rich whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.
“We are! It wasn’t our fault, we didn’t want to! We’re gonna miss you terribly on the tour…”
“Shut up!”Rich suddenly yelled. Everybody stared in shock at him.”I never want to see you again! YOU feel terrible? How do ya think I feel?”
He walked over to the door. He said, as he walked past Scott:”I should’ve let you die. I should’ve known you fucking bastards deserve none better.”
With that he left the room and slammed the door...