The Blank Page

A/N; I wrote this in English class one day, was inspired by staring at a blank page for ten minutes.

A blank page can be intimidating, almost mocking you.
"Haha." Is what it would say, "You have nothing to write."
Then it would continue to just laugh and laugh. And this just would piss you right off.
While it's sitting there having a jolly good time, your getting more and more irritated at the blank page, the stupid one sitting in front of you.

At least this is what Danny Jones was beginning to realize, as he sat in front of his notebook.

Tom had been on a writing spree, and he was gloating about it...a lot.
So Danny decided to try and write a song. A song that would kick all of Tom's song's.

Five minutes from now, will be his two hour mark.

For the, oh probably millionth time, Danny threw his pen down onto his paper. He just could not write a song, hell he couldn't even think of a single sentence!
But he needed to write this song. He had too!

Yet he couldn't.

And if Danny Jones couldn't do something, he tries over and over again. He will not stop until he succeeds. It's just the type of guy he is.

Hence why he's about two minutes away from sitting in front of that stupid notebook for two hours.

A knock on his bedroom door made Danny jump.

"Sorry mate, didn't mean to scare you." It was Dougie. In his hands was a bag of chips and some pop.|

"I brought you some snack food." The shy bass player said, a small smile on his lips.
"Thanks Doug. I think I'm in need of some sugar and fat." Danny said, a smile appearing on his own lips. But if you knew Danny well enough, and looked hard enough, you would still see the frustration inside of his blue eyes.

Oh the joys of a blank page.

"So how's the song coming?" Dougie asked, stealing a glance at his best friends notebook.
The room went silent for a moment when the two boys stared at the mocking white page.

Of course the silence was broken when Danny took a bite of his chip.

Shaking the hair out of his eyes, Dougie looked back towards his band mate.

"No inspiration, huh?" Danny ate another chip before replying.
"None at all." Those three words had much frustration in them, and it was quite apparent to Dougie.
"Well, uhm...ya. I'm going to go feed my lizards. Good luck Dan." Dougie used the first excuse he could to get out of there.

Danny let out a groan of frustration before looking back at his paper.

"Why did Dougie just book it out of here?" Harry asked form the door way, once again causing Danny to jump.
"Holy shit Haz! Don't have to scare me!" Danny was wide-eyed and he had his hand on his chest.

Harry just chuckled.

"Sorry mate, but why did Dougie run?" He asked once again.

"Because of this!" Danny exclaimed, pointing at his blank sheet of paper.
"Ah...I see." Harry said in a 'wise' voice.

Then turned around on his heels and walked out, calling a "see ya" over his shoulder.

Danny gave the door a blank look before going back to his paper once again. Picking up his pen, he positioned it. Looking as if he was ready to write something. And then for the the one millionth and one time he threw his pen onto his paper.

Two and a half hours...and still going.

A/N; Yea, this was just a fun little story I wrote. And I just thought it suited Danny the best.

You gotta love that stupid frustration from staring at a blank page of paper.

-FallennAngel