Chapter 25 - Fame is Weird.
Dougie
"You alright, Doug?" Harry asked me when I handed him back his cell phone.
"Yeah," I nodded, "Yeah I'm fine."
I fell back onto the couch and watched a very violent game of FIFA break out between Danny and Tom. It was only violent because when Tom won, Danny decided he would accuse Tom of cheating. It ended very badly. Danny had Tom in a headlock while Tom tried to elbow Danny in the balls. Harry and I had to break it up and send them to their neutral corners.
"How much longer?" Tom asked putting a few asprin in his mouth and chasing it down with a bottle of water, "I don't know how much more of you all I can take."
The three of us threw punches into his stomach making him double over, "Ow!"
"Pansy" we all coughed. Tom glared at us, before finally cracking a smile and joining us on the couch. We were watching South Park. Danny insisted on bringing his DVD of his favorite episodes so we had something to do.
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Danny kept poking Tom. Tom was ignoring him.
"Tooooom!"
"What Danny!?" Tom turned around.
"Are we there yet?" Danny asked again. Tom hit him in the face with a pillow. "Shut up will you? We still have another ten minutes or so and if you keep talking I may have to strangle you and then we'll be out of a second guitarist and vocalist which means more work for me."
"So don't kill me and we won't have that problem." Danny shot back sticking his tongue out.
"So Dougie," Harry said to me, "Since you're the only one here with a girlfriend it looks like you're the only one who won't be getting any action this tour, doesn't it?"
"Aw, leave him alone." Tom said, "Not his fault he's in love. Besides, I'm sure he'll get plenty when he gets home."
"Can we PLEASE stop this!?" Danny groaned, "That's my sister you're talking about! I mean, Doug, I know you love her and all but--"
"Enough!" I said, "You're all wrong because...we kinda broke up."
"WHAT?!" Four pairs of eyes burnt holes through me.
"Mate, if you hurt her I swear to god," Danny started.
"I didn't!" I said, "Besides, I thought you of all people would be happy about this. We just agreed that since I'm gone we should take a little break and see where things leave us when I get home. She's not mad."
"Good." Danny said, "Then I see no problem with it."
I rolled my eyes. Danny was being a hypocrite, but I guess if it was my sister I'd feel the same way.
"So you'll come pick up chicks with us then?" Harry asked. I shrugged, "Sure, why not?"
After what seemed like an eternity we made it to the venue. We had to do a few run throughs of the show and then we were free to hang out in our dressing room for the day.
"Look at all this food!" Tom shouted, eying the massive tray of fruits, candy, soda, anything you could think of.
Danny opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle and opened it, "BEER! WAYYY!"
"Danny if you get wasted and ruin this show, I will shove you out the tour bus window when we're on the freeway." Harry told him, grabbing a bottle himself.
"Yeah, same goes to you." Danny said, and the two of them took a sip.
"McFLY, you guys are on in five," we heard a voice tell us from the door.
"Kay, Thanks!" Tom called, before finishing off yet another can of soda then getting up. "Ready guys?"
We all nodded. I was shaking from nerves and excitement. We all walked backstage and saw thousands of screaming fans waiting for us.
"McFLY! McFLY! McFLY!" They were all chanting and holding up their banners.
"I'm so nervous," Tom told me with a smile.
"Same here," I agreed, though my voice was barely audible. I was shaking so bad by this time. I'd played shows before, but this was much different.
"Let's go." Danny lead us onstage and that entire night seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
"That was amazing," Tom said breathlessly as we entered the tour bus. He and I were the first ones out of there. We stared out the window at all the fans who seemed to be doing anything theyy could to get their hands on Danny. He eventually ripped his shirt off, threw it into the crowd, then he and Harry made a run for it.
"That was so wicked," Danny laughed grabbing a clean shirt and pulling it on, then wiping his hair out of his sweaty face.
"Tom can I borrow your phone?" I asked getting up.
"Sure, here ya go." Tom smiled and I flipped his phone open and left the room dialing the one number I knew I needed to call.
I waited and waited, but no answer.
"Hey it's Shay....haha that rhymed." The voicemail said. I smiled. It was my high pitched "girl voice."
"Dougie, shut up. Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, I'm not here so leave a message and I'll get back to you."
"She's lying!" My voice shouted from the background. Shay's giggle was heard right before the 'beeep.'
My expression fell when I realized she wasn't answering, but I sighed and left a message anyway.
"Hey, it's Dougie. You're probably sleeping, but anyway just call when you get this. The show just ended and I wanna tell you about it. Thanks, see ya."
We stopped at a hotel for the night. We didn't have a show the next day so we were going to take our time getting to the next venue. The guys and I headed up to our rooms.
"Doug, can I come in?" Harry's voice was heard from outside my door. I walked over and opened it, "Hey."
"Hey, the guys and I are gonna go down to the bar for a bit, you wanna come?" he asked me.
"Sure, I'll be down in a sec, just let me change. I'll meet you down there." I told him. He nodded and followed Danny and Tom into the elevator. I pulled on a new pair of jeans and a shirt, then tried calling Shay again. No luck. I sighed and left the room.
Being famous was weird. I mean, it was late that night. Almost midnight. But people were still out in the halls just waiting to catch a glimpse of the guys and I. It was weird. People just stopped and stared at me. I shifted the weight on my feet awkwardly as I waited for the elevator.
The doors opened and I stepped into the small elevator. There was one other girl in there who was staring at me. She was pretty fit, so as always, I got nervous. I just smiled at her, then stood against the opposite wall.
Then something totally random happened. Our eyes locked for about two seconds, mind you I have never spoken to this girl, and then out of nowhere I was pinned against the wall of the elevator with her tongue down my throat. I opened my eyes and looked around. My back was against all the buttons. At least six of them got pressed in the process of her attacking my face.
Then, we heard the ding of the elevator and the door opened. There were so many people in the lobby trying to talk to the rest of the guys, but when the doors opened it got silent. All of those people, including my bandmates were watching me and this random chick. Finally, she pulled away from me, smiled, then ran off giggling and looking for her friends.
I looked up at all the stunned faces who were staring at me. I just gave them a crooked grin, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then caught up with the rest of the guys.