DANNY EPISODE 2

We finally reached our destination. The flight going to the land down under was just a occupied by dreams I had in my long sleep. A girl named Laura had just welcomed us, and I think she's pretty cute. Too tired to even talk, I just gave a simple nod and tried to catch up on my long sleep. Manners intact, I walked towards her after arriving at a house by the beach.

"Hi, I'm Danny," Tom, Dougie and Harry were suddenly beside me, introducing themselves as well.

"Laura," she simply said with a smile stenciled across her face. Her eyes are beneath those reflective aviator glasses. Without any delay, she leads us to the front door and opens up the three story apartment me and the other guys rented. The house stood in front of the beach. Everything felt cool and laid back. Our supposed work was suddenly feeling like a vacation.

"So here's the living room, to the right is the kitchen. There are two TV sets on the first floor, one with a DVD player. Upstairs, you have four bedrooms, each equipped with a toilet. The third floor is the attic. If you guys want, you can use it. But it's pretty much filled with old furniture, "she said those words like a professional real estate person. She took off her shades and handed over a set of keys to the house.

"Here's your keys. It's labeled so you won't be confused," she handed them over to Fletch.

"Here's my number too," she dug up her purse once more and handed a piece of paper, "in case anything happens." By the sound her tone, she clearly just means business. Or, was it just because she was in a hurry?

"Thanks a lot. We'll probably call you for the studio next week," She gave out a nod and stormed of to the front door. I took a quick scan of the house, and later on toured the 3 stories with the guys.

"I'll take this one," Tom claimed the room which had the perfect view of the beach. It was the biggest of all rooms, and had a balcony too. Each of us started to claim ownership of the other rooms, mine being the one next to Tom's. It wasn't that big and spacious as Tom's, but was just perfect for me and my guitar to bond as one.

"Guys!" Jason called out from the first floor. "We're going to the beach today. You guys wanna come?"

"Sure," chorused the four of us. We quickly changed into board shorts and sunglasses. It was a perfect day. The sun was shining brightly. Our skins felt the burn from the scorching heat. As we reach the surf shop, filled with different kinds of surf needs, someone approached us.

"Hi, I'm James. You guys need anything?" he asked.

"Yeah, can we borrow some boards of yours?" Fletch said as he rummage through some boards.

"Do you guys know how? We offer lessons here on the beach, if you want,"

From then on, we head to the beach. James had a demo class in the shore, teaching us some surf techniques. The waves weren't that violent; it was perfect to surf on. It was difficult to put balance on the first few rides, but we managed to catch some waves by the end of the day. Tom found it quite difficult since he wasn't the surfing type. Harry and Dougie, on the other hand, obviously had inborn skills on surfing. Our skins were tanned. Our muscles ached. I then called it a day.

The guys and I cooked ourselves some mac and cheese for dinner, munching on them as we viewed some of the local TV shows.

"That wave was hilarious," Tom was kidding around with Dougie. "You should've seen your face there! It's unexplainable."

"I reckon if you were me, you'd do the same," Dougie rebuked.

"Seriously guys. We should start writing soon. Since we're practically doing nothing, you want to start now?" I suggested.

Everyone got up from their lazying asses, grabbed some guitars, papers and pens, and head on to working.

"Let's get down to business," kid Dougie. With his statement, I felt like we were in a corporate meeting. Nevertheless, I'm still a guitarist-slash-vocalist of a hit band McFly, who's pouring all his creative juices out to bleed melodies and lyrics. Something inside my head makes a tune out of nowhere. This familiar tune is the one I usually use for sound checks. I play it out in the guitar.

"Dude, that sounds familiar," Tom was probably thinking of the time he had heard this recognizable tune.

"It's the one I use in sound checks. Ring any bells?"

"Yeah! Let's start playing with it,"

After a few hours of grueling hard work in song writing and after Dougie and Harry had laid theirselves to rest, Tom and I have finally created a masterpiece.

"So good you got to abuse it..." Tom sings it and I followed on.

"So fast that sometimes you lose it. It chews you up when you're feeding. But, everyone needs to eat,"

"This one's great. Ready for recording," Tom announced and we headed to our bedrooms, leaving Dougie and Harry on the sofas.