Wellll. Sorry it took so long guys.
I was on holiday for two weeks, then I had a case of writer's block /
I have Corrupted and Smile in my head so badly. They just keep going round and round...
Here's chapter 2, hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: No I don't own McFLY blahhh blahhh.
Our new bass player Dougie pulled up a chair and sat next to me behind the 'judging table'. Though he had been nervous for his audition, he was now verging on hyper. He bounced so much on his chair that he actually slid off and hit his head on the ledge of the table. Tom and I were concerned about him only until he stuck a hand up through the gap between the chair and the table and shouted "I'm okay!"
While Dougie was still on the floor making strange noises, Tom leaned across me and took away Doug's glass of Coke. He looked at me pointedly, and whispered "I don't think he'll be needing any more of that."
A final strained groan came from beneath the table, and Dougie managed to pull himself up and stabilise himself on the plastic chair. "Sooo" he said, whilst sweeping his fringe away from a reddened face. "We need a drummer, you say?"
I cleared my throat to hide my laughter, as Tom was giving me a look as if to say 'don't you DARE encourage him'. When I tried to speak, my voice went squeaky and Dougie almost pissed himself laughing. I snorted, and started giggling too. Tom at this point started to get really pissed off. "GUYS! Will you stop it? We've got like, a thousand and one people to audition for our band. Do you want this to work?"
I felt like a kid who'd just been told off by a teacher. "Well, yeah but we're just having a laugh." I said, and looked down at the piece of paper with the auditionees' details on. "Also… there are only 226 people out there to be auditioned." Dougie sniggered behind his hand, and gave me a high-five under the table.
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"DUDES, you didn't tell me this would soooo goddamned BORING!" Dougie moaned, and rubbed his temples with the pads of his thumbs vigorously. We'd been auditioning people for two hours now, and Doug was twitchier than a ferret on drugs.
I raised my eyebrow at him, and said "well, we didn't exactly tell you it would be a barrel of laughs either, did we?"
Tom sighed and shuffled some papers on the table, straightening them as he talked. "It took us ages to find you Dougie, so it would be a shame to maim you now. Do us a favour and shut up. It's difficult to find someone for the band when they're all such… amateurs." It seemed Tom was coming out a little worse for wear today. First his loofah, and now Doug pissing him off. I feel sorry for his girlfriend.
"Mate, chill. They haven't all been bad. I mean, the techy bloke just now was well good! He was doing all this…" and then I tried to do a demonstration of a particularly tricky drum sequence using two pencils.
The pissed-off blond wasn't best pleased however; he put his head in his hands and let out a long moan. Then he spoke in a long drawn out voice; which kinda scared me. "Why, God WHY have you left me here with these FREAKING LOONIES?"
"Ahem, us loonies? I seem to remember Danny telling me about the 'Dwarf incident'?" Dougie said, while flashing Tom an innocent smile. I'd actually forgotten telling him that, but it was funny seeing Tom's face anyway.
"Danny?" He said, his voice sounding too sickly-sweet for my liking.
"Yes Tom...?" Uh-oh.
"Don't move bitch, I'm gonna kill you." He growled, and with that, he lunged towards me. I leaned away from him and fell off my chair, doing a backwards roll on the floor.
As I was lying flat on my back, Dougie jumped into a standing position on his chair and started shouting "Shit Danny RUN!" I couldn't help but laugh at the situation; I think it's what I do when I get really nervous. Before I had time to move though, Tom leapt over the table and straddled my body.
Feeling just a tad freaked out by this, I chose to try and distract him from the pain I was undoubtedly about to receive. "Hey mate, I didn't know you swing that way." I said, and smiled cheekily.
Confusion flickered in his eyes for a second, before he smiled and decided to go along with my joke. "Well Danny, there are many things you still don't know about me." It was so hard not to laugh as he leaned down, his face coming ever closer towards mine.
Dougie's reaction should have been recorded on tape, because I swear to god it was the funniest thing I've ever seen. He jumped repeatedly on the chair, and half covered his eyes with both hands. Then a muffled, squeaky cry slipped through his fingers "DUDES, what the FUCK?"
Tom rolled off me and burst out laughing, clamping his arms between his legs in order to prevent himself from pissing his pants. My chest heaved with the exertion of laughing so much, whereas Dougie was still standing on the chair; nails digging into his face. "Dudes, that was soooo not funny" he said.
Just then, there was a knock on the door and in walked a boy about our age. He might have been a bit older. He had some stubble on his chin, and his hair was longer than ours and brown, but swept back off his face. He was just dressed in a collared t-shirt and jeans, but I could tell he came from a family with a decent amount of money. How did I know that? Well, from where I was laying I could see his pristine white CK boxer shorts.
He seemed taken aback by the scene before him, and I couldn't say I blamed him. Two boys were lying on the floor with red faces, and another was standing on a chair gripping his face for dear life. "Uhhh, I was just… well, nobody's been in here for a while so I was just coming in to speed things up a bit. Is that okay?"
Tom jumped up and started brushing imaginary dirt from his top. He cleared his throat and switched into full business mode, as if he hadn't been rolling around on the floor a few seconds earlier. "Ahem, yeah of course it is! What's your name?"
The boy stepped further into the room, reached into his back jeans pocket and pulled out two drumsticks. He began twiddling them around his fingers in an almost hypnotic fashion. "My name's Harry Judd" he answered in a shaky voice.
Tom, Doug and I were now seated back at the table, and Harry made his way over to the drum kit in the middle of the room. When he'd sat down, Dougie asked "so, how long have you been playing?"
Harry dropped a drumstick, and while he was picking it up he answered "well, actually I've only been playing just over a year."
I looked across at Tom, who seemed to be put off by this information. I think he then judged Harry on how long he'd been playing, because when he began drumming a well-rehearsed sequence, Tom's jaw pretty much hit the floor. The sequence was well thought out, it had slow rhythms and fast-paced combos. But then he skipped a beat.
"Ahhh shite. I always get that bit wrong. It's so difficult to do!" He began clicking his knuckles and circling his wrists, as if to try and gain more flexibility from the digits. "Do you want me to play it again?"
Tom's jaw clicked back into place, and without taking his eyes off Harry, he leaned over and whispered in my ear "Dan, can I talk to you a sec?"
I barely had time to reply before he dragged me out of the room by my upper arm. When we were definitely out of earshot, I shrugged his tight-gripping hand off me and almost lost it with him "Tom, what the hell..?"
"Danny, don't you get it?" His eyes were wide, and he was talking with big hand gestures. "He's the one!"
I grinned, "What, the love of your life?"
"No. I mean the one for our band."
My grin subsided almost instantly. "But he messed up, Tom. We can find someone better than that, surely?"
"He's only been playing a year! He was amazing, and he only messed up once. If he's with us, he can practice all the time and then we'll be the best band out there." Tom replied, with all the enthusiasm of a holiday rep trying to sell a timeshare. "Please Dan, just give him a chance."
It was more like a statement than a question, so I didn't have much choice. "Yeah okay Tom, if you think it's the right thing to do. But I still don't like him."
"It's not just the right thing Dan; it's the best thing for the band. And the only reason you don't like him is because he has a better dress sense than you." He smirked at me and grabbed me in a headlock, rubbing my head with his knuckles.
I tickled his sides, and he burst out laughing before promptly letting go. "C'mon mate, let's go chat to the newest member of our band before I decide to kill you for saying he has a better dress sense than me. Because we all know that's not true."
Tom just looked at me, raised his eyebrows and smiled in a sarcastic way. Oh I swear I'm gonna kill him someday.
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When Tom and I went back in the audition room, Dougie's face was beetroot red and Harry had a smug smirk on his face. I didn't like the smirking one bit.
"Dudes, he is HILARIOUS! Go on; tell them the one about the nun…" Dougie practically shouted, before petering out on seeing my hard stare at the source of his happiness.
Harry looked decidedly uncomfortable now (HA!) and so said "ehh, maybe another time yeah?" He then looked at me for a sign of forgiveness. He found none, unsurprisingly.
"Pfft, don't mind him Harry. He's just jealous that you made Doug laugh." Tom said.
I gave him a look that would have wilted most houseplants, but at the same time I couldn't stop my face going red. Shit. "Bloody hell Tom I've only known him half a day, why would I be jealous? And I'm not queer, so shut the fuck up."
"Hey, stop getting all defensive." He replied, and then returned his attention to Harry. "You'll have to save that joke for another day; maybe when we're in our own house?"
The well brought-up boy looked positively shocked. "Whoa… do you mean it? I didn't think I was nearly good enough for you guys!"
Tom smiled, "you obviously thought wrong then, didn't you?"
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Tom and I were on the way home in his car. Harry and Dougie were going to stay at home until we could sort out different arrangements. I was still just a tad peed off with Harry. I mean, he's nothing special and he struts round like he owns the place.
The blond seemed to sense my anger. "Hey Dan, stop sulking. Harry's gonna be good for the band, you'll see. You'll like him in time. The only reason you don't like him now is because you two are so different."
"Well I'm not going to change Tom. Therefore I'm still gonna hate him in three years." My arms were crossed defensively, and Tom seemed to find this hilarious.
He laughed at my overall appearance, and shook his head slowly. "Well, whatever mate. He's a good guy, and an awesome drummer. You'll have to at least be civil to him."
"What does that mean?" I grumbled quietly.
Tom laughed even more. "Oh my god Danny, I don't believe you don't know what 'civil' means!"
He knows how to piss me off, doesn't he? "Oh fuck off Tom." I said, and slid further down the seat until the seatbelt was almost cutting into my neck.
The twat was still grinning at me when he said "Danny, chill. You're gonna have to cheer up a bit for tomorrow because you're coming with me to find a house."
I shot up in my seat and hit my head on the car roof. "Ow, shit. REALLY?"
"Yeah, and you know what that means?" At my confused expression he continued. "It means that we can get the biggest rooms for ourselves!"
A vampire smile crossed my face as I realised I could get one over on Harry. "Awesome." I whispered, to no-one in particular.
Tomorrow was going to be a much better day.
Ooooh Danny is a miserable toad, isn't he? I promise he cheers up a bit in the next chappie )
ALSO I promise to have the next one up as soon as possible.
Thanks to you guys who've reviewed this already, your kind words are what keep me writing D
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