I can't write music so I'm sorry! That's why I haven't included lyrics!


"Okay, let's try it!" Dom grinned at Tommy, his song looked great, and then he checked to see if his guitar was in tune.

"So I come in when?" James asked looking at the music Tommy was holding out to him, confused.

"Here you dumb ass," Myles sighed at James pointing to a bar on the music.

"Ohh," James understood finally. He got himself ready by his keyboard, flexing his fingers. "Ready."

"About time," Myles teased, "People would think you didn't know anything about music."

"Oh I don't, I just pretend to know what I'm doing," James smirked.

"Ok, ok let's stop the arguing guys," Dom interrupted, thumping them both on the back. "We're here to play." The boys checked their instruments and then Tommy counted them in.


The sound of rock music issued out of the basement and into the otherwise empty house. Ray and Neela were working at County until eight so the band could be as loud as they wanted. Dom struck the final chord and cheered. "That song is awesome!" Tommy grinned, relieved that the song he and his dad had come up with was good.

"Yeah man, its great!" James and Myles agreed.

"Now all we have to do is perfect it and we could play for people," Dom added his eyes bright.

"You've got to be joking! We're not that good," Tommy said, laughing at his friend's idea.

"We could be, really," Dom said, "We could ask some people from school what they think! If they like it, we could try and get a gig and…."

"Dom!" Myles raised his eye brows and laughed. "I think you're getting slightly carried away."

"Just a bit," James shook his head. "But Tom, we could be good enough, in time and with you writing the songs."

"D'you think?" Tommy asked surprised. All the other boys nodded vigorously. "Well first we need to see what people think."

"Alright!" Dom grinned, "I'll ring a few people!" He put his guitar down and disappeared upstairs.

"What, now?" Tommy gaped, taken aback. "I'm not sure my parents will be too happy about lots of people coming over."

"They won't mind," James said, "God, I'm hungry, have you got any food?"

"Er…yeah I'll go get some." Tommy came out of the basement and looked for some stuff in the kitchen. Can we really get somewhere with this band? He thought as he got out some soda and snacks. Maybe…


"Are you high Neela?" Morris asked staring as she stumbled into the lobby, laughing manically and covered in snow.

"Oh hi Morris, of course I'm not high, though I'm not too sure about him," she pointed behind her as Ray skidded through the double doors, a snowball in his hand and his eyes sparkling.

"Ah ha! I've got you now," he grabbed Neela round the waist and put the freezing cold snow down her neck.

"Eek!" Neela squealed.

"Ok I think you're both high," Morris made a face at them. Ray rolled his eyes and released Neela.

"No, we're just happy," Neela said. She spotted Kerry Weaver coming up behind Morris and smiled at her.

"Morris," Kerry said loudly in his ear.

"Ahhh!" Morris jumped, startled. Neela and Ray burst out laughing.

"Shouldn't you be with your patient in Exam 2?" Weaver asked him, smiling slightly.

"Er…yeah…um…right," Morris walked off.

"Hey Kerry," Neela grinned.

"Hi, shouldn't you be working too?" Weaver asked.

"Yeah, we were just gonna get changed," Ray said, beating a quick retreat.


"Man, for once I wish people would get sick, I'm soo bored," Ray flopped his head down on the admit desk and sighed.

"Well I don't, I'm glad for a peaceful day," Neela said walking past.

"No patients is not a good thing y'know, calm before the storm and everything," Pratt butted in.

The ER had been quiet all day, with only a few coughs and migraines coming in. The staff had nothing to do when those went and the board was almost completely cleared. Most had taken a break and were lounging around doing nothing. Pratt was the only one with a patient and that wasn't much, just a broken finger.

"Oh don't say that Greg, you've cursed us now, this is gonna be the busiest shift ever now." Neela said groaning. She sat down on a swivel chair and spun round to face a computer, "Might as well do something useful whilst I'm waiting."

"I thought you did all your paper work?" Ray said confused.

"I have, now shall I go on Tetris or Solitaire?" Neela laughed.

"I bet you can't beat my score on Tetris!" Ray grinned, scooting over to her.

"Bet I can, how much are we saying? Ten dollars?" Neela loaded the game.

"Hey man, haven't you learnt your lesson from when you played Neela last time? She kicked your butt," Pratt mocked him and Ray scowled.

"Yeah well I'd never played that game before, now Tetris I am the master at," Ray retorted.

"Ray, you can hardly be the master of putting a few coloured blocks together," Neela sniggered, concentrating on the screen.

"Oh very funny, it's not that easy, you've gotta make sure they fit exactly," Ray whined.

"Ray, what did you say your score was again?" Neela asked, looking up from the screen.

"390," Ray answered.

"Oh you really do suck, hand the money over, 765 and the games not even over," Neela smirked.

"What!?"

"Told ya man, you are a loser!" Pratt teased and walked off to take care of his single patient who was just about ready to go home.


The end of Ray and Neela's shifts came and luckily Pratt's prediction had not come true. They headed home. Ray opened the front door and was greeted with silence. That was strange; he thought the band should be playing.

"Tommy?" he called. He didn't get an actual answer but the sound of running feet and the thumping from the old wooden stairs out of the basement told him Tommy was in. The boy skidded to a halt on the wooden floor in front of Ray, bright eyed and with a smile a mile long.

"What's up with you?" Ray asked.

"Dad, we got some people to come over and listen to our band and they thought it was awesome! We're gonna play at this gig!" Tommy beamed.

"Wow Tom that's great, but if you had people over and the band, where's all the noise?" Neela asked suspiciously.

"Oh the guys are cleaning up downstairs, it was a bit of a mess," Tommy said sheepishly.

"How much of a mess that it's actually keeping them this quiet?" Neela said making for the basement door.

"Er…you can't go down there Mom," Tommy blocked the door.

"What have you done?"

"Nothing, really!" Tommy replied. Suddenly feet thundered up the stairs and the rest of the band appeared. They were grinning.

" You can let them down now, we've cleaned it up," Dom whispered in his ear.

"Ok, you can go down now," Tommy told his parents.

"Well I guess there's not much point now you've got rid of the evidence," Ray laughed at their faces. "Want something to eat?" Ray turned and walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah I'm starving!" Myles butted in.

"How can you still be hungry? You ate pretty much all the food we own?!" Tommy gaped. Ray opened the fridge and saw it was empty. "Literally," Tommy added.