And again the firs part is the past and second part is the present, but you probably know that by now. Thank you for the reviews, comments both good and bad are always welcome. And now i should probably go back to going my work for my com class...
Danny's p.o.v

'This is going to be a long day' I thought to myself. 'Why are there so many people who think that they can play instruments, some of these people were horrid like that kid who didn't know how to hold the drum sticks. At least there was that really good bass player, Dougie.'

I was busy drawing on the paper in front of my when the door burst open. The girl from outside walked in stopping just in front of me.

"Can we help you?" Tom asked her.

"You are an ass" she was looking right at me. "I have been sitting out there all morning and have seen the people that have come in. Half of them don't even know what that are doing like that kid who looked like he didn't even know what a drum set was! But yet these people are leaving here with smiles on their faces?" Her voice was getting louder. "Then you get someone in here like Harry who knows what they are doing and loves doing it and yet you turn them down saying that they are shit?" she was really angry now. "I know why you are doing this and I can't believe it!" Is she done yet? "You are Jerk!" Nope. "You don't deserve to have someone like Harry in your band!" With that she turned on her heal and walked out of the room. I noticed that everyone in the room was looking at me.

"What was that?" Tom asked me sounding confused.

"That," I said looking back down at my paper, "was my sister."


Dougie's p.o.v

'That's my Saz.' I thought as I laughed along with the other guys. I heard the door open. A guy around our age walked in with a little boy they smiled at us as they walked past, they sat down a small table in the corner.

"Ok" I heard someone behind me. "One grilled chicken." Liz put the plate down in front of me.

"Thanks" I replied. As she gave the other guys their food I noticed the man whispering to the little boy. When she had given us our food she walked over to them. I couldn't help but to listen to what they were saying.

"What can I get for you two today?"

"Ummmmm, I want…scetty." The boy said. She laughed and asked the man what he wanted. The man nodded to the boy. "If you make him lunch, he make you dinner?" the little boy said excitedly. She smiled at him.

"Sounds like a deal to me," she replied looking at the man. "What can I get you?"

"I think I'll have the" he was cut off by his phone. "Its Mary, she's having 'issues' with my brother again." He explained to Liz.

"Then you should go fix it, the wedding is only a week away."

"Good point." He got up to leave, "You still coming for dinner?"

"Yep," Liz smiled.

"Good," he said as he left.

"Are you ok here alone?" she asked the boy.

"I'm not a little kid!" he said in defense. She laughed and headed back into the kitchen.

"Right Doug?" Tom was saying bringing my attention back to our conversation.

"Right" I replied having no idea what he was talking about.

"Why is that boy looking at us like that?" Danny asked. The boy was staring at us and smiling. I shrugged and turned back to the table. A few minutes later Danny stifled a laugh as the boy marched right up to Tom.

"Hi" the boy said.

"Hi" Tom replied looking confused.

"My name is Blake, I'm three and a half," the boy squeaked.

"I'm Tom."

"I like your hat."

"Do you want to wear it?" Blake nodded with excitement. Tom pulled off his hat and put it on the boys head.

"Wow! Thanks," Blake grinned before running back to his chair just as Liz entered with his food.

"Where did you get the cool hat?" she asked him giving him his food. He gave her a guilty smile then pointed toward Tom. Turning she looked where he was pointing. "I'm sorry" she said to us.

"Nah, its no problem. He is a good kid." Tom said smiling at her.

"Mommy…" Blake said.

"Yes" she turned back to Blake.

"Mommy?" Danny mouthed to us. I shrugged, I guess she could be his mother, they do kind of look alike, same nose, same brown hair. But with the hat on he kind of looks like...

"Ouch," Harry grumbled as I kicked him under the table.