Oh the joys of homework... Ha-ha. I've only just started year 10 yesterday and hoping I don't get too much!! So the updates may get a bit further apart for a while while we kind of get started at school again... Ughhhhhh! Thanks guys :)

'What the hell are you all doing in here!?' Tommy's voice was yelling very early the next morning. He sounded furious. I quickly jerked awake and sat up straighter and looked around, hitting my head on the roof of the bus. Someone had somehow gotten me into the top bunk without me waking up. Everyone else was sitting up as well, looking sleepy, Tom looking scared.

Tommy sat on the couch next to Tom, motioning for us to get on the other side of him. We all scuttled out of bed and onto the other side of the couches.

'Right, we all went to your rooms earlier, to find everything had been packed, they were messy and obviously you weren't there. What the hell happened?' he asked, still looking angry.

'Well...er...we...ummmmm...' Tom started, looking round at us for help. Danny shrugged and motioned for him to continue.

'I've already been told by the manager what's happened, I just wanna hear it from you boys,' Tommy sighed.

'We got kicked out,' Tom said shamefully, looking down at the floor.

'You got kicked out. And why did you get kicked out Tom?'

'Because we made too much noise and the manager was a bitch,' Danny said quickly.

'Danny, your name isn't Tom.'

'Sorry,' Danny said sheepishly, shuffling back into the seat.

'Because we made too much noise, as Dan said and people complained,' Tom replied.

'Right. Well I have to say, I'm very disappointed in all of you. Imagine what she's going to be saying to people about McFly? That they're loud and ungrateful and wreck hotel rooms? I've already been given a bill for the cupboard you broke Harry and the manager told me you left the rooms in a mess. Not a good reputation, okay?'

'But it wasn't us who messed up the girl's and guy's rooms; the hotel's haunted!' Dougie butted in.

'Yeah, sure, haunted. Who's been letting Dougie onto the alcohol again? You're lucky you had somewhere else to stay. Get dressed. We've got some things to do,' Tommy said harshly, getting up and leaving, banging the door closed behind him. We all looked at each other.

'Well that's a brilliant start to the day,' Harry said, shaking his head as he started getting dressed.

'He's right though guys, we're gonna get a bad rep,' Tom said, pulling his bag down from his bunk.

'Stuff our rep, she was a bitch,' Dougie replied. Zac, Nate, Vanessa, Sophie and I all sat on the couches, watching as the boys argued with each other over their reputation and quickly got changed.

I felt guilty; we'd made more noise than the boys and it was our hotel room that was all messed up (not because of us) and from the looks on the other four's faces, they did too.

'Come on you five, get dressed,' Tom said, his voice grumpy. We all looked at each other and began getting dressed, before we headed off to the venue, everyone not speaking much at all.

---

We travelled in the bus in silence and made it to the venue. Tommy was waiting for us with a man who looked extremely familiar.

'Mr Patrick, what the hell is he doing here?' Sophie hissed in my ear.

'Oh that's who it is!' I whispered back and Sophie sighed and smiled. Mr Patrick was our school's "Holiday Homework" ambassador. Then I realised something. He came to collect homework from the people that were away... and we hadn't even finished half of ours.

Sophie, Vanessa and I nervously followed the boys as they walked up to Tommy. We stood behind them all; we were stuffed. Vanessa's hand grabbed my wrist and she looked at me, biting her lip.

'Hello guys, good to see you dressed,' Tommy said and they gave him a grim smile each. 'Anyway, I have here David Patrick who works at the girl's school. He's come to pick up their homework that they've supposed to been doing while on tour.'

Us girls glanced at each other. We had completely forgotten it was getting picked up today.

'So, do you want to collect it from the bus so Mr Patrick can get on his way?' Tommy said.

'Urrrmmmm, we haven't finished it all yet...' Vanessa trailed off; fidgeting with the bracelet she was wearing.

'Did you girls know he was coming today?' Tommy asked.

'Yes,' Sophie sighed. All the boys turned and looked at us.

'So why haven't you completed all your homework?' Tommy asked.

'We forgot he was coming today,' I said quietly.

'Listen Tommy you have to understand, the girls have been really busy with the tour and with us and stuff-,' Tom started saying but Mr Patrick put his hand up to stop him.

'I do understand, and I am willing to give the girls until later tonight before you leave to finish all the homework. I do have some things I need to do in Adelaide. I will be back to collect the homework at seven, make sure it's finished,' Mr Patrick said and we nodded. Tommy escorted him back out the door.

Tom and Harry turned to us as soon as they were out of earshot, their hands on their hips, frowning.

'You didn't tell us it was due in today girls,' Tom said, not smiling.

'We forgot,' Sophie replied, looking at the floor.

'Well, looks like you've got some work to do today,' Tom said and we nodded. 'Off you go then,' he said and we nodded again and walked out to the bus, collecting every piece of homework we had. We walked back inside where Fletch was talking to the boys.

'We've set up a room for you girls to finish it all off in,' Fletch said as he saw us.

'We'll go with you,' Nate said, nudging Zac in the ribs.

---

'Why don't you guys have to do homework?' Sophie whinged as she sorted through her homework, separating the finished things from the unfinished. They'd set up an old dressing room with three tables spread out, with nothing to distract us from what we were doing. All the TV's had been taken out, the posters taken off the walls. There was one window in the corner, but it only looked out onto the brickwork alleyway beside it. It felt like a prison cell, except there was whiteboard against one wall.

'Because we had a different arrangement. We just have to work extra hard when we go back,' Zac smirked as I split them. The pile of unfinished work was almost double the height of the finished.

'We are never going to finish this,' Vanessa sighed, beginning to write an English essay.

'Right. I've either got English, Maths, History, Geography, Science, Home Economics or Music homework first?' I asked.

'Do Geography so you can help me!' Sophie exclaimed and I laughed, motioning for her to come and sit with me. We pushed the three tables together.

---

So we all slowly began working through the Geography stuff together (Vanessa dumped the essay on the floor). The two boys got bored and went off to see what McFly was up to while we sat in the boiling hot little room and attempted to finish it.

---

With the geography over and done with after almost three hours, we moved onto English (which we finished after one and a half hours) then onto History, which took a little bit longer to finish.

'This is child abuse! We haven't even had breakfast yet!' Vanessa exclaimed, tossing her pen across the table.

'I think I'm gonna pass out, doesn't this place have an air conditioner?!' Sophie sighed as she piled her work on the floor next to her. She had a fine line of sweat above her lip and across her forehead. Even though the window was open as wide as it would go, hot wind still blew inside.

'Anyone know any of Henry the VIII's wives?' I asked. Sophie and Vanessa turned to look at me with dumbfounded looks.

'What?'

'Anne Boleyn she kept a tin which all her hopes and dreams were in, she plans to run away with him forever!' they both sang, giggling when they finished.

'Ohhhhh!' I laughed, writing her down.

'Oi, are we singing or working in here?' Tom's voice asked. We jumped and looked around. We hadn't even noticed them come in.

'We're singing and learning!' Sophie smiled, holding up her sheet.

'Ha-ha Anne Boleyn,' Dougie smiled, plonking himself on the edge of my table.

'We bought you some breakfast,' Danny said, placing a plate in front of each of us and a mug. 'Some coffee to keep you awake and some toast,' he announced.

I hated coffee. I thought Zac knew that. Vanessa hungrily started eating her breakfast and before long it was gone. Sophie and I took a little more time.

---

By the time my toast was gone, Dougie and Tom had messed up my piles of work by looking through them and Harry had spilled his cup of coffee on my history work. I glared at all of them.

'We'll just go...' Harry muttered and all the boys quickly exited the room, leaving us bored, tired, boiling hot and annoyed. I tentatively took a sip of my coffee. It was extremely sweet, so much so that it actually tasted good. I drank all of it then set about rewriting my history stuff and finishing it and piling all my things back up.

'They need payback for that... they could tutor us!' Sophie exclaimed as she watched me crumple my coffee stained homework and throw it in a corner.

'Yeah, we've got a whiteboard and stuff! They could be our teachers!' I said and Vanessa nodded.

We abandoned our work and raced out the door to where the boys were being boys in the courtyard outside, playing cricket. We all ducked to avoid getting his by one of Dougie's wayward hits and motioned for them to stop.

'What's wrong? I was on a roll! I've hit a window, Danny, a bird... well almost, a door, almost you guys and lost two balls on the roof and in a tree! Come on!' Dougie exclaimed as he swung the bat around, just about knocking Nate out.

'Sorry to interrupt your roll Dougie, but could you tutor us? Pretty please?' Sophie said, giving them her best puppy dog eyes look.

'I can hardly remember anything I learned in grade nine though!' Tom exclaimed.

'Neither can I!' Danny moaned.

'Please guys? We need help. They're making us start a new thing in maths and we have no idea how to do it,' Vanessa said.

'What are you starting?' Harry asked.

'Linear equations, we've already learnt some of them last year, but they're still confusing,' Sophie said as she picked up the tennis ball they'd been playing with and began throwing it against the wall.

'I thought you said you were just starting them,' Danny asked, a confused look on his face.

'Yeah, these type.'

'Oh.'

---

We headed back inside to our study room. It immediately began to smell like sweat, thanks to the boys.

'Well, give me your textbook and I'll have a look at them with Harry and see if anything comes flooding back. Meanwhile, Dougie and Danny can help you with the other one of your home economics stuff I saw before, whatever that is,' Tom said as he slipped the textbook from Vanessa's hands, plonking himself in the corner nearest the whiteboard. Harry sat next to him and they shared the textbook together, whispering to each other about how to do it.

'Right, what do you guys have to do for your home economics homework? And what is it?' Danny asked as he took the sheet from the pile in front of me.

'Cooking. And according to this we need to make a cake, photograph it and have three people who aren't close friends give it an assessment for the taste,' Sophie said.

'Am I a close friend?' Danny asked quickly, looking at us hopefully.

'Yes Danny, I'm sorry, you can have some of mine,' Vanessa smiled.

'Yay!' Danny squealed, jumping up and down, while Dougie stared at him, shaking his head.

'Can we use a packet cake?' Dougie asked, picking up the sheet.

'No Dougie, don't you remember having to do assignments at school? You had to make them yourself!' Danny exclaimed, hitting him over the head.

'You did...?'

Danny sighed and picked up all the sheets for our cakes, including the recipes. 'Sophie, Lucie, you two can come with us to catering; Vanessa, you can have a maths lesson with Tom, Zac, Nate and Haz, and we'll swap later on, sound alright?'

'Yeah alright, come on Vanessa,' Zac said, plonking himself into my vacated seat.

---

Sophie and I followed Danny and Dougie down the corridor to the kitchens. Danny opened the door and we followed him in. There were about ten people in there, all wearing different coloured aprons, standing around the middle island bench, making a whole heap of sandwiches. One whole end was piled with them and where they were working was heaps of different fillings. It was amazing!

'Gooooooood morning everyone!! This is Sophie and Lucie, and they've gotta make a cake for their homework! Can we borrow some of your facilities?' Danny asked brightly.

'Of course Dan, just let us get lunch out of the way and you can have the whole kitchen,' a lady in a blue apron said as she put another sandwich on the pile.

'Sure! You guys can have a maths lesson then!' Danny said brightly as he ushered us out the door and back down the hall.

'Seriously? Can't you and Doug teach us something? Vanessa has finished music and we haven't, can you help us with that?' Sophie asked as she quickened her pace trying to keep up with Danny's.

'But wouldn't it be easier for Tom and Harry to teach you both?' Danny asked as he pushed the door open. Harry and Tom were still sitting in the corner reading through the textbook. Tom had a piece of paper next to him and was writing things down on it. Nate, Zac and Vanessa had folded a piece of paper into a football and were hitting it across the table to each other.

'Mr Fletcher and Mr Judd, we have two more students to join your maths class,' Danny announced.

'Eh? We still haven't worked it out, but we'll give it a go. Children, take your seats; that means you Mr Poynter!' Tom said as he carried the book with him to the whiteboard.

Danny and Harry helped us to push the tables around to face the board and we all sat, waiting for Tom and Harry to start.

'Now my name is Mr. Fletcher,' Tom said slowly, turning to write his name on the board.

'Ya spelled it wrong!' Dougie yelled, throwing a bunched up piece of paper. It bounced off the back of Tom's head and landed on the floor.

'Poynter! In the corner now!' Harry shouted and Danny, Tom, Zac and Nate cracked up. 'And all you with the filthy minds, ten lines!' Harry said, scribbling I must not laugh at non-funny things on the white board then throwing a piece of paper down in front of all of them.

'But I'm a teacher!' Tom protested.

'Not anymore! I am and you can call me sir,' Harry said.

'Fine sir,' Tom sneered as he began writing out Harry's lines.

---

The maths tutoring went... well...erm well I guess? No, it was terrible but hilarious. Every time Harry turned his back he was pelted with paper, erasers, pencils and anything else within Tom, Danny, Dougie, Zac and Nate's reach. He sent them out of the room, which resulted in them tapping and banging on the window and mooning Harry through the window. Amazingly, after three hours all the maths was finished and added to the finished piles.

'Four subjects down, three to go... Ughhhhhh, when's lunch?' Vanessa asked, tossing her pen onto the table.

'Lunch was two hours ago,' Dougie replied as he rolled around under the table, trying to clean up all the paper he'd thrown. Harry was punishing all of them.

'Harry, you made us work through LUNCH?!'

'No big deal! We miss lunch all the time, don't we guys!'

'No we don't,' Tom replied.

'Where're Nate and Zac?' Sophie asked. The four shrugged.

---

Ten minutes later Zac and Nate walked through the door carrying trays of sandwiches and nine bowls of chocolate mousse.

'Lunch!' Zac smiled as he set it on the table in front of us.

'You didn't spit in them?' Harry asked as he took one off the top and examined it.

'Of course not. Sir,' Nate smirked. Harry poked his tongue out at him and took a bite.

---

After all our lunch was finished and Nate and Zac had taken all the trays back, we began working on science, which wasn't all that hard, it was all just answering the questions out of the textbook. Tom corrected them, then while Vanessa finished off her German homework, Danny, Harry and Dougie helped Sophie and me finish our music homework, which took more than two hours to finish. We'd had countless cups of coffee and chocolate bars to try and keep us awake while doing our work. Nate and Zac had found a TV and the Wii and were playing it quietly in the corner.

'Done,' Vanessa sighed, throwing her pencil behind her.

'Thank god,' Danny said, lying back on the carpet.

'Now all that's left is some cooking and a write-up about the cooking. Oh fun,' Sophie sighed, crawling off her chair and lying on the floor, her hands over her eyes.

'What's the time Thomas?' Dougie's sleepy voice asked. He had begun dozing off against Harry, both sitting on the floor.

'It'd be five-thirty. The caterers have started making dinner, so we better go quickly.' Tom bounced off his perch on the table and out the door.

We followed a spritely Tom down the corridor to the kitchen again. There were enormous pots all over the stove, chopping boards with all different types of food cut all over them, mixing bowls full of mixture and the sink was piled with dishes.

'Would we be able to borrow a little bit of space to make three cakes?' Tom asked as everyone in the kitchen turned to look at him.

'Okay, but try and keep out of our way, we've got lots of hungry roadies, managers, band members and people to feed!' the same lady that had spoken to us before said.

'Sure, we'll keep our mess over here,' Danny smiled sweetly as he led us over to the only remaining oven. 'What do you need girls?'

Danny, Dougie and Harry were all standing over at the food cupboard, waiting.

'Flour,' Sophie said.

'Flour!' Danny passed a bag of flour to Harry, who passed it to Dougie, who passed it to me. I put it on the bench.

'Sugar.'

'Sugar!' The motion was repeated until it reached me.

'Eggs.'

'Eggs!' Danny went to hand the eggs to Harry, who wasn't concentrating. They slipped from his hands. Dougie dived to his knees at the last minute and caught them in his lap.

'Wehhhhhhhh!!!!' Danny exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air.

'Good job Dougie!' one of the chefs laughed as Dougie stood up meekly and put the eggs on the bench, looking like he was in a complete daze.

'I'm gonna go and see what Nate and Zac are doing,' he said quietly, shaking his head and walking out of the kitchen.

'Strange kid,' Danny sighed, shaking his head.

---

After all the appropriate ingredients and utensils were found, we began mixing it all up.

'Hey Tom, how much flour do I need?' Vanessa asked. She was in front of Sophie and I by heaps.

'Two cups,' Tom replied. 'But I'm not the one who's supposed to be reading the recipe am I? It's your homework missy!'

'Yeah, but the recipe is all the way over there! And you're standing right next to it!'

Tom poked his tongue out at her and flicked the flour off his fingers. It landed in Vanessa's hair and on her face.

'You so did not just do that?!' she shrieked in a high pitched fake voice.

'What if I did?' Tom smirked.

'Then I would do this!' Vanessa flicked half a handful of flour back at Tom. It hit both him and Danny, who yelled and wiped it out of his face, flicking it back, hitting Sophie, Harry and me.

'Oi! I want you three boys out! Let the girls do their homework in peace!' a motherly looking cook said, ushering Danny, Tom and Harry out of the kitchen. Sophie, Vanessa and I grimaced at each other and continued making our cakes.

---

After half an hour of spilled batter, dropped utensils and burned fingers while trying to get it into the oven, the cakes were baking away nicely.

'Yes!' Sophie exclaimed, giving me a floury hi-five.

'Almost finished!' I sighed as I cleaned up some of the things we'd used.

'Now we just have to write up about it...' Vanessa moaned, collecting her books. The caterers were busily floating around, serving up food for everyone.

'Would you girls like to go out for some dinner? You can keep checking on your cakes, and from what we've heard, you definitely deserve some food on time!' a chef laughed as she came over to us all sitting on the benches, falling asleep on our hands. We nodded sleepily as she ushered us out to where everyone else was eating.

'How's the cakes a'cooking?' Danny asked as he speared his chicken with his fork.

'Well. I hope,' Sophie sighed, dropping into the chair beside Nate.

'Aw come on girls, you're almost finished! Think of it that way!' Tom said brightly. He still had flour in his hair.

'Yeah, whatever. My hands and brain are going to fall off,' I sighed, picking at the plate of chicken and vegetables in front of me.

'Your brain can't fall off silly,' Dougie said with a funny posh flick of his hand. Vanessa, Sophie and I stared at him. 'Yeah, I'll shut up now...' he said, busying himself with his dinner.

'So, do I get any of your cake?' Zac asked, nudging me in the leg, with his foot, twisting it around my ankle.

'Oi! I can see that! No footsies!' Tom exclaimed and Zac gave him the finger with a smirk.

'Maybe,' I smiled.

'Will I die?'

'I hope not.'

'Well that's good.' Zac smiled at me; the same smile he always did that made me melt inside. It was weird him being with us, we'd barely had any time with them, even though they were touring with us. It felt awkward.

'Luce, it's been twenty minutes, we better go check these cakes.' Sophie nudged me in the ribs, making me jump out of my daydream. I nodded and followed her.

'Remember you've only got another hour left girls til Showtime and we're off to our signing!' Tom called as we walked into the kitchen once again. Zac was tagging along behind me.

'Whose was whose?' Sophie asked as she pulled open the oven.

'I dunno, mine was on the end,' I replied, giggling as Zac poked me in the stomach. Sophie pulled each of the cakes out and set them on top of the stove. They all looked pretty much identical, except one had sunk in the middle. And that one was Vanessa's.

'Awwwhhh, why don't mine ever work out right?' she sighed, putting it on a cooling rack.

'I just don't think you're supposed to be a chef Ness,' Sophie smiled as she tipped hers onto a rack as well. It crumbled onto the bench.

'You cannot be serious,' she sighed, covering her face with her hands.

'Hey, it's alright, we can put it back together... right?' Vanessa said quickly, trying to put all the crumbly pieces back together. They fell apart in her hands.

'There's no way I'm making it again, I'm just gonna have to fail home eco...' Sophie moaned, massaging her forehead with her fingers.

'It'll be okay Soph, we can put it all back together for the photos, then it can fall apart again and no one will know!' I said, trying to pull mine out as well. It broke in half in my hands and I almost dropped it on the floor. Zac grabbed it just as I lost grip.

'Thanks,' I sighed in relief, taking it back from him and sitting it on the bench.

'Well looks like none of us but Ness are passing!' I said grimly.

'Mine's all sunk in the middle!' she protested.

'Ah well girls, just put some icing on it, take a picture, give some to nine people then write about it, easy fixed,' Zac pointed out.

'But we can't ice them! They're still hot and falling apart!' Sophie moaned.

'Put them in the freezer. That'll cool them down,' Zac shrugged.

'The freezer?' Sophie looked sceptical.

'Just try it? They can't get any worse can they?'

---

So we collected up all the pieces of our cakes and shoved them into the freezer beside the frozen peas and corn.

'Now to finish the write up,' Sophie sighed. We walked past McFly and Nate who were all sitting at a table surrounded by fans. Nate was standing off to the side, laughing.

'Lucky they don't have to go to school,' Vanessa muttered under her breath, pushing the door to our little room open. Everything was still lying everywhere; books, pens, paper. We sat down in the usual chairs and began working.

'Question one; did your cake turn out the way you wanted it to?' Sophie read.

'Big fat no to that one,' Vanessa replied glumly, scribbling something down onto the paper.

'Question two, what were the good and bad points about your cake?'

'Can we get any good points?' I moaned.

'It tasted good, that's all I know,' Zac grinned, licking his lips.

'You didn't eat it did you?' I asked and he smirked at me.

'Was great knowing you Zac,' Sophie said solemnly, patting him on the shoulder. Zac made choking noises and clutched his throat, smiling at me afterwards.

'Bad points. It fell apart,' I wrote down.

---

Eight more boring questions later it was time to go and get the cakes from the freezer. They looked fine, so we quickly mixed up some icing, glued them all back together, took a very quick picture of each of them, printed them out and stuck them on our work. Then we took three sheets of paper each, each with questions on them about the taste of our cake.

'Who's gonna eat yours?' Sophie asked as she cut hers into three slices.

'I dunno, I'll just see who wants some,' I laughed. Sophie and I had both managed to glue ours back together with icing and even Vanessa's sunken cake looked okay.

'Ten more minutes' girls!' someone called through the door.

'Shit, we can't get three people to try them and answer all these questions in ten minutes!' Vanessa said hopelessly, pushing her cake away.

'We can try, okay? Let's go!' Sophie said dolefully.

---

We each carried the three pieces of cake out to the room where most of the people were waiting for the show to begin.

'Right! We need nine people who are willing to try our cakes and fill out the forms as quickly as possible!' Vanessa called.

Slowly but surely, Danny, Tom, Harry, Dougie, Nate, Zac, Fletch, Jason and Tommy all sauntered out to us, each picking a cake. I had Dougie, Zac and Harry to risk their lives to help my homework.

'This is actually really good!' Harry said with his mouth full.

'Don't talk about how good it is, write it down!' I said, hurriedly glancing at the clock. We had five more minutes. The three boys scrawled an answer to each of my questions and took the rest of the cake back to their tables.

We started to clean up the plates when suddenly...

'Are we all ready girls?' Mr Patrick's voice rang across the room.

I glanced at the clock. Seven o'clock on the dot.

'Yeah, we'll just go and get it for you,' Sophie said quickly and together us girls and Nate and Zac sprinted into our room, getting every single piece of homework and textbook that didn't belong to us and bought it back into the dining room, out of breath and weighed down.

'Wow! You've done a good job! If you could just bring it all out to the car and I'll be on my way.'

'Would you like some cake before you go? Made courtesy of Lucie here.' Dougie had appeared behind us, holding a piece of my crumbly, broken cake.

'I'd love some,' Mr Patrick smiled, taking the paper plate Dougie was holding. I held my breath as he took a bite of it, hoping he wasn't going to keel over and die, but he smiled and ate the rest of the piece.

'Good job Lucie! I'll be sure to drop in a good word to your home eco teacher when I see her. Now this work; if you could just follow me...'

---

We followed Mr Patrick out to an old beat-up red Holden Commodore and put all our work on the back seat in piles.

'I'm proud of you girls, you look like you've been very busy. But you wouldn't of had to of been so busy if you had've done it during the weeks.' Mr Patrick looked sternly down at us. We nodded grimly.

'Hope the rest of your tour goes well! Bye girls and boys!' he called as he started the engine and drove down the driveway and out of sight.

'Two words. Thank. God,' I sighed, collapsing onto Zac who half dragged me inside. Soph, Vanessa and I fell straight on the floor once we made it inside, wanting to fall asleep.

'Well done girls!' Tom's voice was yelling. We all moaned and shut our eyes.

'Come on, you can't be like that! We've got a show to do!' Harry's voice was joining in now. We moaned again.

'We need some ENTHUSIASM! To the energy drinks!' Danny called and footsteps left the room.

'Come on girls, perk up a bit! We need you up on stage with us! It's not the same without you up there!' Tom said, kneeling beside us and gently lifting Vanessa's arm off the floor.

'I'm too tired to move for a week,' Vanessa muttered, pulling her arm back. Danny came back, putting an energy drink in front of each of us.

'Now, you HAVE to drink it all, or you're not coming anywhere near the stage okay?' Danny said as he sat himself on the edge of the table. We sleepily opened them, drank all of it while Danny watched, then got dressed for the show and waited beside the stage.

There was still that tiny niggling feeling of nervousness, even after almost four cities. That feeling of stuffing it up and making a fool of yourself in front of thousands of people. We got the signal to go out again. The energy drink churned in my stomach as I followed Doug onto stage like I had for the past four weeks.