Chapter 3

Finally it was he big day, the gig day. Ashton had been practising the drums for ages. Mostly to keep his mind of Calum and his muscular arm and tattoos and…. Fuck. Shut up shut up shut up. At that moment his phone buzzed. Speak of the devil. IT WAS CALUM.

C: "you ready to rock ´n´roll!" good to know someone was excited

A: HELL YER! Will they have a drum kit there?

C: yer they do, we also get free drinks. Have you checked the Facebook page lodes of people are coming?

A: didn't know we had one, name?

C: 5 seconds of summer, Michael came up with the band name LOL

Ashton got up Facebook and saw millions of messages from all over the world saying people were coming. This was so cool! He couldn't believe it.

A: there are lodes coming, any chance for a rename

C: naar, Michaels set on it

Finally it was 6:30, nervous and slightly clammy Ashton rod shot gun while his mum drove to the venue, The Anadel Hotel. Not the classiest of places but it was a good start. Once there Ashton went round to the stage door while his mum went through the front. The next time he would be seeing her, he would be on stage. The other guys were already in the dressing room, which had a hazy deodorant cloud. 20 minutes till they were due onstage and Calum was having trouble with his bass strings.

"What's wrong" Michael asked

"There not tuning right. It's different to a guitar"

"I told you, you should have bought the bass more than just 2 days ago. You haven't had much practise" Luke complained

"Alright alright girls I don't want a cat fight". Ashton joked as he entered.

They all greeted him like they had been friends a while. Oh Ashton's in the house, Ashton's in the house they chatted. It was nice to have friends. At that moment a woman came in and told them they had 5 minutes. But Calum still hadn't fixed his bass.

"What are we gonna do. We can't let down the fans" Luke said concerned.

"Fans?" Ashton asked

"Yer" replied Luke "the YouTube channel with all our videos has like 1000 subscribers"

"Jesus your right, Calum you need to hurry up" Ashton chipped in.

The 5 minutes were up and they had to go on.

"We can't" said Calum to the woman "my bass strings aren't tuning.

"Bass string. Give it here I can tune them" and so she did. The gig was saved.

As the boys walked along the short corridor, with their heart in their mouths, they all wondered about how many people had turned up. 15 people had. Or at least that's all they could see when they got on stage. Ashton felt a little let down. Luke stepped up to the mike "how are we feeling to night" the crowd (ish) cheered half-heartedly. "Um well, our first song is, um, rejects by all American idiots" his voice was shaking. Please don't let this flop thought Ashton. Michael and Luke started on the guitars and then Calum came in on the well-tuned bass. Then Ashton started on the drums. He had to admit it. They weren't awful. The crowd actually seemed to be nodding their heads to the music. After a couple more songs both the band and audience really started to enjoy themselves. The night went by in a flash and they all agreed it was an excellent night.

Once they had finessed Ashton started to collect his things from the dressing room. The others had got into a huddle and started to whisper. He only court a few words, and was thinking it was probably to tell him they didn't like him, when Calum had tuned to address him.

"Ashton" Calum started "we've decide we really like you" and then he got down on one knee "would you join the band permanently". Ashton was stunned, they actually liked him. "Um, yes" he half shouted sticking out his ring finger as a joke. Still Calum kissed his hand, boy were his lips soft.

They walked out to the main bar to see their parents, all except Calum's. "That was incredible" enthused Ashton's mum.

"See Mum. Me playing the drums isn't all that bad". At that moment the bar tender came up to them with some drinks. Luke was about to sip one when his mum snatched it out his hand.

"You're far too young to be drinking this" Mrs Hemmings half shouted.

"Excuse me" the bar tender interrupted "are these kids not 18".

They weren´t and so were asked to leave. Michael has lied about their ages then booking the gig. Still it had been fun. Ashton was so tired, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.