Okay so I haven't written in a while but I wanted to carry this on after talking to some people on here, idk yet if I want to write any other stories. If you have any ideas, PM me or review :)
This is when it gets AU but like I said, it isn't anything too unlikely or unrealistic. I hope you enjoy and thanks for picking my story!
"Oh look," Daryan smirked as Klavier walked in, "Princess has returned."
"How did the trial go?" Toby asked.
"Tell them," urged Daryan.
Klavier looked at him and flicked his hair away, "No."
"Aww, he's crying!" Daryan shouted, laughing cruelly. Klavier turned around, face red with rage. Daryan just shrugged at him, "Stop crying."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"He lost to a rookie."
"Excuse me, I am a lawful prosecutor! I am not there to win or get glory - all I want is the truth," Klavier began as Daryan mimed the words behind him, "I helped that lawyer find the truth because all I desire is justice."
"Wasn't that the lawyer's name? Justice?" Toby asked, as he played with his phone. Klavier looked at him in confusion.
"How do you know that?"
Toby showed him the screen of his phone but didn't surrender his hold on it. Klavier let out a manly wail.
"What?!" he screamed, stepping back and staring at the yellow ceiling, looking to the heavens for answer.
Daryan turned Toby's arm and burst out laughing at the title, which read:
'Klavier Gavin- Prosecutor to Prose-loser!'
"Oh dear," sighed Davina trying to he sympathetic, despite the fact he and Sally had already had a big laugh over it that morning.
"Prose-loser!" Daryan squealed as he pointed at Klavier, "I'm going to call you that for the rest of my life!"
"Please don't call me that for the rest of your life."
"I'm going to," threatened Daryan with a mischievous smirk.
Then, the phone rang. The four men stared at it for a few seconds.
"That phones never rung before," said Davina, wonder in his voice.
"I didn't think it worked. I just assumed it was there for decoration," Toby muttered.
"That's because it's for business calls," Daryan whimpered, "Like…taxes."
"Right, who's been evading tax?" Klavier asked, "Own up. Or you'll get us in a right state."
Daryan edged towards the phone and held it to his ear.
"Hello, this is the Gavineers. How can I…" his voice trailed away and everyone in the room heard the words:
"Hi Daryan, it's Ian-"
"DROP DEAD IAN, YOU BASTARD!" Daryan roared before slamming the phone down. The receiver bounced off the side and slammed to the floor, where it vomited a collection of screws and wires. Klavier looked to his friend, who had a face of utter rage, and placed his hand on Hund's head. Toby stared at the place where the phone had once been, finger in the air where it had been mid-tap on his screen. Davina just gazed at the mechanical mess that lay by his feet.
No one said anything. Apart from the phone which was just repeating the answer machine voice over and over.
"You have reached The Gavineers! Unfortunately, we can't come to the phone because we're recording a brand new rock so call back later!" And then a muttered: 'Where's the stop button? Daryan how do I stop it?' 'I don't know, why is your dog sitting on my foot?' 'Leave him alone hes having a nice time'. And a beep.
"Hi, I heard a noise, is everything…" Sally smiled as she walked in and stopped as she saw the phone, "…alright?"
The four men suddenly stiffened and refused to meet her gaze. She looked straight to Davina.
"Dan? What happened?" she asked. Davina looked around the room, refusing to look at his girlfriend.
"I'm not a grass," he muttered.
"I'll tell you who did it!" Daryan shouted, "Ian did it! Ian did it when he decided he wanted to go work with One Doughrection instead of us. His betrayal is going to ruin this band! His betrayal is going to ruin our career! His betrayal broke the phone!"
Sally looked from the phone to Daryan and then to Klavier.
"I have nothing else to say," he stated before looking out to the empty booth.
"I'll be off then," she smile before walking out.
There was an awkward silence. Daryan stood in the corner, head in his hands. Everyone else shifted and Hund lay on the floor, head between his paws.
Suddenly, Klavier's phone went off with his Britney Spears ringtone.
"They can call back," he frowned. The answer machine from the other phone was still repeating but had now been drowned out by 'Work Bitch'. Everyone stared at Klavier. "You know what, I'll just answer."
"Hi, Klavier, it's Ian. I called a few minutes ago."
"Yeah, whatever Ian, we know you called a few minutes ago. As a matter of fact, you broke the phone."
"I did? Sorry about that," breezed Ian, not wondering how he broke the phone from a completely different city, "Look I get the feeling some members of the band have some unresolved feelings about my departure. I don't want any negative memories."
"No, Ian we don't care. We were just discussing new song titles because the band totally isn't going under. We're fine. We're all fine."
"Drop dead Ian, you bastard? That's your song title?"
"It's in the works Ian," tutted Klavier, "And it isn't even about you, just in case you thought it was. It's a different Ian. You know, because we don't care about you or what you're doing or anything you've achieved."
"Sounds fantastic, Klavier."
"Yeah our new manager is totally cool and everything. He really gets the direction we wanted to take with the band in the first place."
"New…manager?" Ian stuttered.
"Yeah, new manager. Oh, sorry, Ian. I have to go. New manager is calling a meeting. Bye!" And he hung up.
"Wow, Klavier that was great. Really. You solved all our problems," Toby sighed.
"What was I meant to do?" Klavier exclaimed, "I couldn't let him win. He must know that we are better than him."
"Except we don't have a new manager!"
"I'll find one! In fact, I know just the person," smiled Klavier as he began to dial the number.
