.:Chapter Eleven:.

"The last thing I want to have is another screaming match about a conversation that can be brought up another time," Fletch said as he looked around the table at the three former band members. Matt shifted in his seat he looked back and forth between James and Charlie, already feeling the tension rise through the air. "What we need to talk about right now is business. Now, I'm sure that you're all aware of the reason that I brought you here being that of McFly is going on their tenth anniversary tour soon and you were asked to work with them."

Clearing his throat for a moment, Fletch looked around at the boys once more. "The DarkElements are their opening band and will sign the contract for that obligation soon. While Jake and I had brought the attention of that towards Ronan, we all came up with the idea of contacting as many people as we could that have significantly helped McFly with their career as time went on. Their family and friends…and everyone knows Busted was a big part of it. If you hadn't kicked Tom out of Busted, then McFly never would've happened and they wouldn't have gotten this far."

"And if we kept him in Busted, maybe the band could've kept going," James commented, scratching the side of his head. "Maybe not to the same success, but it would've brought out a lot of great music."

"A lot of your great music, you mean," Charlie cut in.

"Guys." Fletch held up his hands looking back and forth between the two, but Matt knew it was useless.

Once James and Charlie got going, there was nothing that was going to stop them. It was one of the reasons he had turned to drinking in the first place, having stepped ups his 'wild child' antics every time the situation arose. He was tired of being stuck in the middle and wanted nothing more than to get the chance to forget it. Not to mention that he had been abusing drugs and alcohol since he was thirteen, it became a darkness for him by the time Busted had ended.

Earlier, as he didn't remember a thing of their last big tour.

"I'm not here to talk about that, I'm here to talk about the opportunity we have in front of us at the minute that I think would be a shame to pass up. There's the opportunity between some of McFly's songs where they would take breaks where we would show video messages from their friends and family, but there's also the opportunity for you guys to come out and play some of your songs. Or, your things from your solo projects if you'd like. Just something that will show your support for them."

Matt cleared his throat. "C'mon mates, this is something that the guys want. And something I and the fans have thought about for a long time. I think it can be fucking awesome if we do it the right way. Even if we don't get back together, to just do it for the fans and get the rest of the shit out of the way." He curled his hands into fists and started to rap his knuckles against the table, rings making a loud clanging sound. "This fight is such fucking shit, too."

"I didn't think I was asking for much when all I wanted was to try different kinds of music when we were just doing the same things over and over again," Charlie commented. "I'll admit the album we didn't really have a choice with the way our music was going because the record company wanted to be sure that we were represented in a different light." Fletch nodded in agreement. "Which is why we had more wiggle room with our second one. But we kept going back with the same things over and over again—"

"And it was working!" James snapped, finally turning to look at Charlie. Matt let out a heavy sigh and looked over at Fletch, who threw his hands into the air and leaned back in his seat, letting the inevitable happen. "Why fix something that isn't broken?"

"Because I don't want to be a one trick pony. Even McFly managed to change their sound and still have a lot of positive reaction to it. You're not the only one that can write songs you know."

"I never said I was."

"Which is why you constantly went to Tom and the others to write songs rather than your own band mates, right?"

"Like any of the things you came up with was any good. And besides, we wouldn't have gotten nearly as far as we did without them, which can be the same for their success. If we didn't work with each other, we wouldn't have won the Brits or anything."

"Which explains why you were so desperate to keep up the fame afterwards that you went on to do both of those failing bands, right?"

"Oh will you two just fuck off?!" Matt finally shouted at the same time Fletch slapped his palm against the table, bringing silence into the room. "James, you think Charlie was being incredibly selfish for leaving the band the way he did. Charlie, you think James was a dictatorial tyrant and were unhappy the longer the band we on. We get it, you have differences of opinion, but we're not fucking talking about that right now. Even though you haven't seen or talked to each other in years, you've kept in touch with McFly. So instead of keeping your heads shoved up your asses, why don't you think about them and our fans for a change?"

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Fletch pulled at the collar of his shirt. "Listen, this isn't something that's going to happen tomorrow. It's not even going to happen within the next few weeks. The tour doesn't start for a couple of months and even then, the three nights we have scheduled at RAH, where it will specifically be done for their anniversary is in the middle of that. You have plenty of time to deal with your grievances and come to a decision up until we're about to go off on tour." He gestured over towards Matt. "I'm glad at least one of you have a level head through this and can think about the fans and your friends instead of carrying on, excuse me, like a bunch of prats." He reached into the suitcase that was by his feet and pulled out three packets of paper, tossing them at each boy. "Here are your contracts, don't wait too long to give me your responses."

With a final wave of his hand, James and Charlie pushed back from their seats and stormed to of the conference room, the door slamming shut behind them.

"Well," Fletch said. He pursed his lips, turning back towards the lone bassist, who ran his hands over his face before reaching up and starting to tug on his earring. "What do you think?"

"I think I need a drink," he said honestly.

A/N: First arc of the story is officially done! With the start of the next one there'll be a bit of a time jump. Don't worry guys, we'll get to the makings of the tour and the actual tour soon, I just had to get some things out of the way, first. Anything you'd like to see as the story goes on?

Cheers,

-Riles