A/N: I'm going to get this story on my other name: Charlie Rox My Sox, but I can't yet because of the wait ing period, so enjoy for now
Charlie always was the shy child, he always had his big brother to get him out of trouble. His brother decided he wanted to start their band, and though Charlie didn't want to at first joined. Their parents had had Charlie take bass lessons ever since he was eight, while his brother stuck to vocal lessons. His brother, being the eldest got the privilege of naming their band. Why he named the band 'Drive Shaft' he'd never know, but being the lemming he always was he followed his brother's lead. Soon the band was getting to far out of hand. There were girls in and out of their apartment, booze everywhere, and to make matters worse Charlie found out his brother was on drugs.
"Showtime is in an hour baby brother are you ready?" asked the band's lead singer.
"No, I'm not going tonight." replied Charlie.
"Yes you are baby brother, and don't try to make any excuses because we've got a huge crowd who wants to hear us perform."
"You told me if the band got too out of control I could walk away, and I'm doing just that!" screamed Charlie.
"I didn't think you'd bail on me like this. Just this last performance, this last show and we'll walk away." replied the older brother who suddenly had a giggle fit.
"Are you high?" asked Charlie.
"I always get high before a show, and you should too." He extended his arm and held an off-white colored powder in a bag.
"No, I'm not going to take that shit and get messed up like you!"
"Come on Charlie. It will make you feel better."
"No, I vowed never to touch any drugs after Mum and Dad's divorce! You know as well I know it was the drugs that broke them apart! You know that Mum died from an overdose on crack! I don't want a life like that, brother, I want to be a father, and incredible one!" screamed Charlie.
Charlie suddenly awoke on board his plane to the United States and man he was shaking something violent. He needed to take some more. He sprang from his seat and power-walked towards the bathroom. He saw a man just about to exit out of his row. He gave him a light shove and said "Excuse me."
"Someone's really got to go." said the woman sitting next to the man.
Charlie approached the first bathroom door. 'Damnit! It's locked!' he thought. His fate was the same as he desperately fumbles against the doors. Soon he caught the attention of a flight attendant. She began to approach him. He dashed towards the back of the plane. Soon the 'Fasten Seat Belts' light came on accompanied by a voice telling passengers to return to their seats because of turbulence. He couldn't wait that long. Finally he found an opened door. He ripped off his shoe and snorted his powder. Shortly after a woman was knocking on the door telling him to return to his seat. He couldn't go out now, it would be too obvious. He needed to think fast. He placed the bag into the toilet and was about to flush it when the plane hit an air bubble, which sent him flying to the ceiling. He stumbled out of the bathroom and rested against the wall. The cart then began to slide towards him. He jumped up just as the cart hit the wall he was leaning against and ran to his seat and buckled just as the tail ripped off. After that he knew the plane was going to crash even though he was high... TBC