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The story goes like a Nick-and-Norah's-Infinite-Playlist kind of story. It goes from one person's POV to the next. Be mindful of Ep. (episodes) you are reading.

Disclaimer: Does not know any of the McFly boys. I used their DVD as a base for this story.

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DANNY EPISODE 1

My fingers are bleeding from the power chords I have been gripping on. The high pitched guitar solos are aching out of me like a deranged soul. I can't stop playing my heart out for all the hundreds that came to watch. I want to stay here forever, yet 5 Colors is kicking in, and I have no choice but to leave my comfort zone.

Sweat's dripping from my face. I looked to the right and see Tom jumping up and down, guitar hanged. Dougie's in my left, playing with his green bass that lights up when he plays. Harry's at my back playing those beats like it belonged to him. I'm here, center stage. Singing, or rather, screaming my throat out. One last song before we leave our home.

I'm rapping up the song with a repeating up-and-down strum, fingers holding on to the G chord. Harry's hitting on every cymbal. Bang! I'm outta here.

"Thank you very much!" screamed Tom as we all head to the backstage. Everyone was knackered and tired. I quickly took a big gulp of water down my throat.

Fletch comes in and welcomes us backstage, "Great show guys!"

"Yeah, pretty sweet for a last show," Dougie then paused, "Well, at least here in England."

Harry butted in, "I can't believe we're already leaving tomorrow. And to think the flights only a few hours from now,"

"Missing your mum now, yeah?" Tom teased as he sipped cold beer.

At those moments, my mind has flown off to a world of its own. I wasn't thinking of the fact that we're leaving tomorrow. I was pondering on the experience I had during the show. It wasn't an ordinary play off, but rather, a quite interesting one. I never felt so good.

Our black BMW was outside the gig site, waiting to drop us at the nearby hotel near Heathrow. I drown myself to sleep, recovering from the adrenaline exhaustion I had. The others drowsed themselves as well, preparing for a long and tiring flight to sunny Aussie.

I was dreaming of something, yet the visions were so blurred once I was awakened by a call. It came from the ladies down at the reception, reminding me that I only had a few hours left, and practically, I was leaving England for a good three months.

The band have decided to call it quits with our record label, and with good money in stock, we spent an acceptable amount to start our own. There were some set backs, but we had a good team by our side, supporting us all throughout our decision. Jason is coming along with us to produce a kick ass album. And of course, the unforgettable Fletch, managing our every move.

Too lazy to even pick something nice, I took out some decent clothes from one of the many suitcases I will bring along. As I was finishing my final packing, someone was knocking on my hotel door.

"Dan, you ready?" Tom's voice can be heard beneath those thick doors.

"Yeah, be out in a minute," I locked the suitcases, wore my backpack, sunglasses on, and I'm all set for Australia. Finally, a three month long holiday.