Chapter Four
"Oh Cheryl that looks amazing! Its really coming along isn't it?"
Those were the first words that dulled into my senses several hours later. I blinked my eyes open and winced at the sunlight that was streaming through my open curtains.
"Bloody hell," I groaned as my stomach lurched. Stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom, I threw myself over the sink and didn't move for a very long time. But when my stomach was finally empty I stumbled back into bed, shivering uncontrollably. Then sleep, blissful sleep.
Waking up for a second time I was grateful that my stomach wasn't twisting around as though I'd just been on a roller coaster. But my head was thumping and my limbs felt like jelly. Rolling out of bed I padded over to the pantry and located some aspirin before jumping immediately into the shower to get rid of the gross feeling that surrounded me.
Once I was feeling a little more human, I dressed in black and slouched out onto my balcony.
"How are you feeling?"
I slumped down onto my banana lounge and looked over at Danny who was spread out on his balcony, take away food in front of him. "I am never drinking again," I groaned curling up into a small ball facing his direction.
Danny grinned, "That's what we all say."
I eyed his food, "how long have you been up and about?"
"Only about an hour or so," Danny replied munching on a chip, "you sounded sick this morning."
I groaned.
"Although considering the mess you were in by the end of last night, I guess it shouldn't be surprising."
I smirked, "hey, I wasn't the only drunk one last night. I vaguely recall someone, whose name I will not mention, walking into a glass door on the way home."
Danny winced, "I was hoping you'd be drunk enough not to remember that."
"It was possibly the funniest thing I have ever seen," I replied, laughing at the flashback, "Did I do anything embarrassing?"
"You were cute," Danny replied with a laugh, "by the end of the night you could barely walk and you were slurring so badly I couldn't make out a word you were saying."
"Shut up you," I smiled, "So what'd you think of all my work mates?" I questioned curiously, pulling my baseball cap low on my face and slumping lower into my seat.
"They were good fun," Danny replied screwing up his rubbish and chucking it over his shoulder back into his apartment, "Lana and Eric seem nice. We should do something with them again."
I raised an eyebrow, "we should? Danny are you implying that along with going out together again, we should hang out more often as well?"
Danny shrugged, "yeah. Why not?"
So just like that we went from two people who barely saw each other, to two people who were really good friends. It was an easy friendship. Due to our living arrangements we saw each other daily and would hang out whenever we felt the need. We got into a habit of eating dinner together, (Danny made the best spaghetti bolognaise in the world), and we would go out every weekend to nightclubs we chose at random. Danny introduced me to the rest of the boys in McFly and I introduced him officially to all my work mates.
Everything was fantastic; I even talked Danny into giving me some guitar lessons. Which is why one late afternoon I found myself sitting cross-legged in his apartment guitar in hand.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," I murmured, strumming through the introduction to "Nothing." (Authors Note: Everyone listen to the song. So you know what Amber is playing.)
"Everything she says to me means nothing, even words of sympathy mean nothing," Danny sang as I strummed through the song, "I'm feeling down and I hate the sound of nothing, what's the point in hanging round for nothing… and I…"
"Wait, wait!" I called as I paused and maneuvered my fingers onto the right frets, "I hate your bloody guitar," I complained as I did this, "evil beast that cuts up my fingers."
"Your fingers are too soft that's all," Danny replied, "let me see."
I held out my hand with an exaggerated wince.
"Awww," Danny cooed, taking my hand and running his fingers over the imprints his guitar strings had left on my fingers, "I'll book you into the hospital," he teased.
I snatched my hand away, "lets just finish this damn song."
Danny was just opening his mouth to reply when his phone rang. I watched as he dug through his pockets and flipped his cell phone open, "hello?" He grinned, "hey Tom."
My eyes widened and I pointed at my self, "Amber says hello," I whispered.
"Amber says hello," Danny repeated, "and that you're a sexy beast."
I rolled my eyes and started playing the song again, although admittedly he was rather attractive.
"Yeah she's here… yeah that's her playing… nah I don't know… what are you doing… oh ok…."
I hated one-way conversations.
"Awesome…yeah we'll be there…"
"We will?" I repeated in confusion.
Danny nodded and gave me the thumbs up, "ok, yep in half an hour… See you then. Bye."
"Where will we be in half an hour?" I questioned when Danny hung up.
"Tom's got two extra tickets to Muse," Danny informed me, "Do you want to go?"
"Muse?" I repeated ceasing my playing, "hell yes!"
"Ok, lets go then. Tom wants us at his house in half an hour," Danny continued putting his guitar aside and jumping to his feet. He strode over to his wardrobe, pulling his shirt off along the way.
"Half an hour," I repeated, "is that all? I need a shower!" Then without a second word I practically ran out of Danny's apartment.
"So you're a fan I presume?" Danny questioned as we strolled from our apartment block fully dressed, guitar lessons forgotten.
"I think I've gotten a bit old to be a fan," I replied grabbing onto Danny's arm, "its not like they'd come out on stage and I'd start crying or anything. I don't love them. It's more like I've known and respected their music for a long time."
Danny flagged down a taxi and opened the door for me, "so you're a fan of their music and not them?"
I slid into the backseat, "well to be a fan of their music you have to be a fan of them to some degree."
Danny slid in after me and gave the driver directions, "this whole conversation just got way to confusing."
I smirked, "I like their music. Lets leave it at that."
Danny frowned, "I'd like it if more people liked McFly for our music and not for the way we look."
I shook my head, "only some people are like that."
"A lot of people," Danny corrected me.
"It doesn't really matter how much they love the way you look, they still like your music. Its just not their number one priority," I grinned, "I'll black and white it for you ok. Are you ready?"
Danny laughed, "sure."
"Ok, when I first graduated university I started working for a record company. And within that time I pretty much established that there are two types of fans. Type A are the fans that will get into McFly and go crazy. They'll plaster their walls with posters and gush over how cute you all are. It will last for about six months and then they'll move onto the next big thing. It's all about trends. You following?"
Danny nodded.
"Type B are the fans who although they may think you're all the hottest things they have ever seen, they also really like your music. So they buy all your albums and get down to the nitty gritty about arrangements and guitar solos. It's about respect for what you guys do, and for who you are as musicians."
"Simple as that?" Danny questioned.
I shrugged and stared out the window, "well that's only the black and white version. In any situation there are many shades of gray as well."
Danny looked at me curiously, "what type are you?"
I smirked and replied without hesitation, "I was a mixture between A and B."
Danny looked at me curiously, "explain."
"Well," I murmured, "I noticed you all for your sex appeal, but I stuck around for your music. Then more important things took over like work and university, so the whole affair only lasted for a few months."
"And yet a few years later you're still singing "Five Colors in Her Hair" in the shower," Danny laughed as the taxi pulled up in front of Tom's place.
I pointed at him, "You just wait until I get some black mail on you…"
Danny waved his hand, "empty threats." He leaned forward and shoved a handful of pills at the driver telling him to keep the change.
I opened my door and stepped out, "well I can always sing a different song if you like." I paused thoughtfully and wracked my brains.
"That would be nice," Danny replied grabbing my arm and pulling me up the driveway.
Suddenly a song hit me and I started singing loud and off tune, "its all about yoouuuu. It's all about yoouuuu bay-beeee. Its all about yoooouuu, its all about you-oooo."
Danny laughed and covered my mouth before reaching out and hitting the doorbell, "that's terrible Amber. Especially since I know you can sing."
I laughed and smacked his hand away, " relax, I can't remember the rest anyways."
The front door opened and Tom smirked at me, "Do you want me to write you out the lyrics?"
"Yeah," I agreed enthusiastically.
"No," Danny protested at the same time.
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