The Weddings Band
Part One
"Damn it!" John said as he and Mary looked over the wedding plans, "We don't have a band for the wedding." Mary chuckled, amused by her fiancés worried state, "Don't worry. I already have a band in mind I just need to book them." She said putting a hand on his arm and smiling. They've been at 221 B since the morning, planning stuff out with Sherlock until he ran of with Lestrade because of a very "exciting" murder.
It was the mother. Took me less than a minute. Coming back to Baker Street to help.
-SH
"He solved it." John said after seeing the text his best man sent him. He was very surprised to see how much Sherlock was helping them with the wedding. He had expected Sherlock to try to destroy the wedding but it turned out that Mary and him got along great.
The door of the flat opened and in came Sherlock with a satisfied face, nothing makes him happier than a murder. "Hello Sherlock." Mary said smiling towards his direction. He gave her a small smile and sat in his chair. Bit after a few seconds of silence he wasn't so happy anymore. "Bored." He said putting his head against the back of the chair.
"You've just solved a case." John said while standing up from the table and walking towards the kitchen. "Yes but it was too easy." John only sighed while putting the kettle on to make some tea. "I've got an idea," Mary said from her spot, "If you're so bored why don't you book the band? You wanted to help and that's the last thing that we have to do." She extended her hand towards him holding a card, which he guessed was the band's business card.
Sherlock stared at her for a second and took the card. It was about 1 pm he would call them later. "Fine." He said quietly while staring at the card.
Replay
Multi genre band
We play at parties, clubs, weddings, etc!
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Contact Us:
Valerie Harris +44 121 577 5657
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He sat in his chair a few hours after the happy couple had left and dialed the number on the card. "Hello, Valerie speaking." He heard a women with a strong american accent answer. American. He thought. "I'm calling to book your so called band for a wedding." He said with a bored tone of voice. "Oh, okay. When do you want to meet?"
He furrowed his eyebrows. Meet? They had to meet? What for? "Why would we have to meet?" He heard a laugh, "You know, to pick the songs. The theme of the wedding so we can dress properly, etc etc." He sighed rubbing his fingers on his temple.
"Fine fine. Tomorrow at 221 B Baker Street. 4 pm sharp." And with that he hanged up.
Valerie stared at her phone for a full 5 minutes, her big brown eyes widen in surprise. Did he just hang up on her? Her surprised face turned into a scowl, some people were just plain rude.
She redialed the number, twirling her brown hair around her finger in annoyance, and after a couple of rings the man picked up. "Yes." the man said in a annoyed tone of voice. "Hey. It's me, Valerie the chick from the "so called band" as you called it." She growled into the phone trying to compose herself.
"Yes yes I know. What do you want?" He replied wanting to get to the point. "I want you to apologize." She heard a scoff from the other side of the line. "For what?" She rolled her eyes and tapped the table in which she was sitting at. "For hanging up. If you want to make an appointment you have to ask nicely."
There was silence on the other end of the phone till Valerie heard a sigh. "I'm..." she heard him say as if it pained him to say it, "sorry. If you have time may you come to 221 B Baker street at 4pm to discuss the matters of the music and what not. Please."
Val wanted to laugh, she had never heard a grown man act so childish when it came to apologizing. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then." She heard the man grunt in approval, "Oh I don't think I got your name?" She asked before he could hang up.
"Sherlock Holmes. Have a nice day." He said quickly and hung up before Valerie could respond. She rolled her eyes, wondering where she had heard that name before.
"Okay guys this is the place." She said as Valerie and her band members got out of the cab. "You said he was rude." said Sam, the drummer of Replay and also happened to be Val's best friend. He had blonde hair and beautiful green eyes, making anyone fall in love with him instantly. Everyone saw him as the bad boy too but in reality he was the most down to earth guy you could meet.
She only nodded flattening out her shirt before knocking the door. "Oh god. I hope I don't get a migraine after this." the guitar player of the band, Amanda, said while rubbing her fingers against her temples. She was the pretty one of the band with her long black straight hair and glowing blue eyes. "My cousin said he was so infatuating when she met him." She continued.
"Your cousin knows him?" Val asked wondering why would Amanda's newly widowed cousin would know this man. "Oh yeah! He helped with her husbands murder case. He's a detective of some sorts." She said waving her hands around.
" You really don't know who he is?" Said the fourth member of the band, Edwin. He was the geek/bass player of Replay. He had glasses and curly brown hair but that didn't mean he wasn't hot. "He's the most famous detective out there!" That rung a bell, she remember hearing about him in the papers. The famous detective back from the grave.
She didn't have time to respond as a old lady opened the door. "Oh! You must be the band! Sherlock is upstairs, please come in." They all stepped inside the house and stepped up the stairs.
Sherlock immediately knew when they arrived and stared at them as they talked in front of the door. The first thing he saw was a brown haired girl leading them inside. She had to be Valerie.
"Woo hoo." Mrs. Hudson knocked on the door and entered, "Sherlock your guests are here." He turned from the window and stared at them. Valerie was the brunette, the guitar player was the black haired girl, the bass player was the curly brown hair guy and the drummer was the blonde; he immediately deduced.
"Sam," said the blonde extending his hand for him to shake,"Sam Jones." Sherlock looked at the hand for a while until until Sam got the message, retreating his hand. "Okay…" They stood in silence for a while until all of a sudden Sherlock began speaking. "There is no confirmed wedding theme, but there is a party theme. The theme is 80s, 90s music so please only that music and don't make it boring. You may dress however you like but make it nice. Be there by 7 and the party starts at 8. Don't be late. Now before I continue I need to hear a sample of your singing" he said way too fast to understand.
The first one to speak was Valerie, lifting one of her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" Her voice was irritated and she couldn't believe that this guy was asking them. "I just said that if I could hear a sample of your music, or are you deaf?" He wanted them to perform without instruments, without a mic, without music, without anything?! "Listen here pal. If you want to listen to a "sample" as you say come to this address tomorrow at three we practice every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Now bye!" she said as she threw a small piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.
She quickly walked out with her band behind her, leaving a very shocked Sherlock standing there. He picked the paper up and scowled at it. If looks could kill that paper would have burnt. And Valerie had the exact same face as she walked out of 221 B.
"Do you think he'll come?" Amanda said while pulling on her guitar strings, quietly playing Sweet Child of Mine. Valerie just groaned, even though she wanted to play at the wedding she didn't want to see that ass hole again. "I don't know." Sam walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Just chill, why don't we start practice with your choice?" Val smiled at Sam, he was always trying to make her feel better if she wasn't, she nodded and went towards the mic. "Mighty Fall in 3... 2… 1…" The sound of Amandas guitar began to lead the song and made Val shake her head in the rhythm.
Did you trip down 12 steps into Malibu, ooh ooh
(Malibu, ooh, ooh, oh,)
So why the hell is there a light that's keeping us forever
Bel Air baby, did you get dressed up,
Pretty pout, pout
Until you bottomed up, oh
I can't stop it when there's chemicals keeping us together
I'm singing
Whoa
How the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
They fall in love
How the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
Oh how the mighty fall in love
Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme
And I'm dizzy on dreams (and I'm dizzy on dreams)
But if you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one
Baby we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it
(Gutter where we found it)
'Cause your only crime is that you got caught
I'm singing
Whoa
How the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
They fall in love
How the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
Oh how the mighty fall in love
It's getting clear
You're never coming clean
Lock you up inside, and swallow, swallow the key
Whoa
How the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
They fall in love
How the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
Oh how the mighty fall in love
She ending the song with a bow even though it was just her and her friends, they laughed a bit until there was a sound of clapping. They turned towards the door, seeing the outline of a tall man. It was Sherlock. "Interesting. I'm sure the couple would like you at the wedding." he said walking towards the light, "Although there are some minor flaws. The bass player should put more passion to the song. Drums should maintain the tempo and the guitar should follow the drums. And the singer should try to actually use her voice not her body to entertain."
"But they would still love to have you there." he said rolling his eyes. Valerie glared at him, clenching and unclenching her hands, fighting the urge to smack him in the face. "And we would love too." Sam said before Val could do something that she would regret, noticing how she was acting. He nodded and right before leaving the room he turned around, "I've emailed you the details. Laters!" and winked.
Authors Note:
Hello! I hope you liked part one of my two shot! It's my first time doing a Sherlock fanfiction and I would love to hear you opinions even if they're negative! Id o not own the songs that I used in the chapter (obviously!) and no the band Replay doesn't exist (well I think...) and the number and email don't either! I'll probably upload the next chapter tomorrow!
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~ zare. downey. okumura