Disclaimer of Doom: I WISH I owned Oasis or their song Wonderwall (the song below). If I did, I'd have them be my personal alarm clock to wake me up each morning. Now THAT I could handle.
Note to Ewan McGregor: If you are by any chance reading this for enjoyment (hmmm...), you must know that I do not think of you as a cry-baby, whining loser that cheats on his wife (as you will be portrayed as of the end of the story). You are totally awesome and too perfect to put into words, therefore I could not use your TRUE personality in this story. (Do want it to be interesting or do you want it to be true?) And Ewan, if you ARE reading this story... PLEASE REVIEW!
Starlight
Chapter Four
"Said maybe,
You're gonna be the one that saves me.
You're gonna be the one that saves me.
You're gonna be the one that saves me."
Charlie strummed the last few chords on the guitar as Ewan watched their only fan with a playful grin. As soon as Charlie was done, Claire began clapping wildly. Ewan donned a you're-too-kind smile. "That was great, you two!" Claire exclaimed.
Ewan awkwardly took a bow as Claire giggled. Charlie disgustedly set his guitar down and walked over to join the two of them. "We don't... bow," Charlie corrected Ewan. Then he asked Claire, "Where's Aaron?"
"Locke's watching him," Claire replied as she watched Charlie make a face at the mention of the name Locke. "What?"
"Don't you think that guy is a bit... creepy?"
"Charlie!" Claire scolded and then laughed.
Ewan changed the subject. "What do you think of our band?"
Before Claire could answer, Charlie interrupted, "We're not a band. There are only two of us."
After Ewan dramatically grunted and made a comical face at Charlie, Claire said, "I think you two should give a concert."
Ewan jumped with excitement and then turned to Charlie, "That would be--"
"Smashing? Exciting?" Charlie interrupted. "Yeah, I know. But we cannot perform with two people." He paused for a second and began pacing. "We need a drummer," he mused.
Ewan's eyes widened. "We could hold auditions!"
Charlie stopped pacing and nodded approvingly. He felt like a teenager again forming a garage band. "Can you plan them?" Charlie asked Ewan.
"Of course I can," he smiled. He began wondering what it would be like to be on the other side of the try outs. He grinned at the thought of not having to prepare anything before tomorrow morning's drummer auditions.
Charlie and Ewan sat cross-legged on the beach. They had spent the whole last night lying in the sand, gazing at the stars and planning the auditions. Ewan's prediction had come true; so far, no real drummers had showed up at the audition. Actually, all in all, only four people had showed up.
"Next!" Ewan hollered at Christopher, who really wasn't a good musician at all. Chris sulked away and they were down to their last drummer.
"You're scaring them all away," Charlie whispered.
Hurley stepped up to the auditioning "stage" which was really just a rectangle of sand that had an outline of rocks. Ewan had quickly written the stage directions in shorthand while Charlie watched with his arms crossed.
Ewan asked kindly, "And what will you be performing for us today?"
Hurley stuttered, "I didn't have anything planned."
Ewan made a face and stood up to get the cardboard box snare drum. He sat it next to Hurley. Then, he said, "I'm gonna count out loud and then you repeat the sequence on your... drum."
Charlie stood up and corrected, "It's not a sequence it's a measure. And I'll do it this time."
As he counted out loud for Hurley, Charlie was thinking about the band. He and Ewan hadn't been getting along very well. They both had different views on what the band should be like. And to be frank, Ewan didn't know a thing about being in a rock band.
"Alright," Charlie smiled. He gave Hurley a one-minute sign and turned to Ewan. "I think he was very good."
"The best we've seen," Ewan agreed.
"And the best we're gonna see," Charlie added. He looked back at Hurley, the only person remaining in line. He walked back over to him and asked, "D'you wanna be in our band, Hurley?"
"Dude!" Hurley exclaimed. He reached out and wrapped his sweaty arms around a struggling Charlie. "Everyone's goin' crazy looking for something to do on this island," he said as he released Charlie from his bear hug. "Thanks!" Ewan and Charlie beamed with pride. They had been thinking the exact same thing.
Readers: I'm pretty sure next chapter will be the last chapter (single tear). Don't worry, it's the best chapter ever. But if you wanna read more stories with Ewan-bashing, I'm writing a Moulin Rouge story about Christian that'll be up soon.