Girl meets band. Band congratulates girl on winning competition. Girl thanks band and goes on three-month tour with them. Girl has an amazing experience, and finds love on the tour. Band's new song becomes a hit, and everybody is happy. Is there any room for drama? You'd be surprised.

This is...the very first McFLY fic I've ever written. And of course it's about Tom. Anyways...I recently re-wrote it (like, a few hours ago), because I would cringe every time I even thought of it...It's kind of fast-paced, being only twelve chapters long. I think I'm going to add a bonus chapter at the end, kinda like a deleted scene. And it's very American, since I'm American...so that's probably why they don't seem very English :

Of course I don't own McFly. You can't own people. If I did, I'd be married to Tom by now.

"The video's coming up next!" Danny yelled to me. I ran as fast as I possibly could to the couch, jumped over two pairs of legs that were propped up on the coffee table and plopped down between Tom and Dougie.

Tom looked at me. "You might've missed it if you'd been a second late," he said sarcastically. I grinned and grabbed a handful of popcorn. I looked around my living room and cringed, seeing the magazines, notebooks, random pieces of paper and other unidentified objects strewn around the room. But it had taken nearly a month to come up with the song, after all, and I couldn't blame the guys. I'd had my part in making the mess.

I looked back at the TV anxiously, waiting for the video to start. It had a lot of clips from the tour, plus you know how they show the band performing the song in a video usually? It has that too.

It was premiering on a few different channels, and this was the first one. We didn't really care too much about the videos before ours'. At least Tom and I didn't. Dougie, Danny and Harry were pretty much engrossed in them. I guess I could understand why they weren't nervous; Tom and I did sing most of the song, plus it was my first time being on TV, besides three minutes of each concert they did on the tour. But that's a different story.

So how exactly did this all happen, you ask? How did I come to be sitting on a couch, waiting for a song that'd I'd co-written and sung to go on television? Well, it all started four months ago, on my nineteenth birthday actually…

I was just sitting at home on a Saturday morning, minding my own business, watching TRL, when they went and announced that McFly would be going on tour in America soon, and that they were looking for one lucky girl (over the age of 17) to write and sing a song with them. I just knew that my friend Amanda was going ballistic. She worshiped McFly.

Inevitability, my phone rang two minutes later. Amanda had probably only stopped to hear the rest of what they had to say about McFly, which was something about a song on their album. Then they played one of their videos.

I picked up the phone and Amanda started talking a mile a minute. "OhmygoshcanyoubeliveitI'msogoingtoenterwhatifIgetpicked???"

I let her finish her rant until she sighed and let me talk. I laughed. "I think your obsession is becoming unhealthy," I said, laughing. "You need to chill out."

I could practically feel Amanda roll her eyes. "You obviously don't know what it's like to be in love," she said. She started humming McFly's song, Obviously.

That's the thing that annoys me about them. She's so obsessed with them, that every time she says a word from the title of one of their songs, she starts singing the song. She's even been listening to them so much that she's developed an accent. That's not normal. Amanda's never been out of the country, let alone been in England long enough to pick up an accent.

"I need to get you into rehab," I joked as she mumbled something about how hot Danny was. We chatted for a while longer (rather, I chatted, she mumbled some "mhms" and "okays." Then I hung up. The video was still playing. Amanda was probably sitting there with the phone in her hand, staring at the TV, hypnotized.

I decided to get on McFly's website and look at the rules for the contest. I clicked on the page they were on, and scrolled down.

"All pictures, letters and videos sent in on behalf of the contest becomes the property of…"

Too far. I scrolled up and found the part that said what you had to do to enter.

Hmm. All we had to do was submit a video of us singing a song we'd written, and a letter about us, telling why we should be picked. I decided to do it.

"Amanda's going to be surprised," I said out loud.

"Be surprised about what?" My mom had come home, and I didn't hear her. I jumped up from the computer chair.

"Hey Mom. Need help?" I grabbed one of the grocery bags she was holding.

My mom looked at me skeptically. "Thanks, honey. What will Amanda be surprised about?"

I started putting groceries away. "Oh, just this contest I'm entering."

"Let me guess. It's a McFly contest?" my mother asked.

I laughed. "How'd you guess?"

"Well, there's only one reason Amanda would enter a contest, and that was if it had something to do with that band she likes."

I laughed again. "Mom, she doesn't like them. She loves them." I paused. "Actually, I take that back. She's in love with them."

I started working on my video upstairs in my room. I'd already written and recorded a song on my computer a couple months ago, and so I sat on my bed and contemplated what to do.

After a few minutes, an idea popped into my mind, and I set up my video camera in front of what looked like a blank wall. It was a blank wall. But if you pulled a cord, these backdrops would come down. I had about seven; I chose one and grabbed my electric guitar and microphone, used the remote for the camera to push play, and started playing and singing. The volume for the speakers was muted, and the mic was turned off, but that didn't matter. I was just going to mute the sound on the video and edit in the real song.

The whole process took about four hours, editing the video and the music. By the time it was done, it was six o'clock. My parents, Amanda and I were going out for dinner for my birthday. I wrote the letter, explaining why I should be picked. I don't think that it was very good, but maybe they wouldn't judge it too much on the letters, and focus more on the videos.

I dropped everything off at the post office on the way to the restaurant. Amanda smirked at me, knowing that her obsessivness had gotten to me. Little did I know how much my life would change in just a few short months.