A/N: Hi, everyone! Check my other stories, if you want something really weird to read xD Enjoy this second chapter:)

10th May, 2006

'Sonia, Jason called you.' Julian told her as he walked in and grabbed a guitar. Sonia stopped cleaning the drum pedal and looked at Julian, looking confused.

'But it's still 9 o´clock. Why is he already here?' She asked.

'I think it's important stuff. He didn't tell me anything so I don't really know what is this about.' Julian shrugged, sitting down with the guitar on his lap.

'Alright then.' She replied, still a bit confused.

'How was the party last night?' Julian asked, without taking his eyes off the Teles guitar he was tuning.

'Great. Fit Aussies, loud music, good booze. Shouldn't have drunk so much though. I feel like my brain is having a heavy metal gig inside itself.' She chuckled. 'Well, I should go before Jase fires me.'

'You know he would never do that. He really likes you, you know? When you're not here, he spends the whole time saying how great you are.' Julian told her, smiling.

'That's good to hear. I wish he had been that nice when we started working together.' Sonia laughed jokingly. The truth was, she and Jason Perry had gotten along very well since the beginning, despite some little divergences. 'See you later.' And she disappeared to her boss' office.

Although she was a little puzzled with the abnormally formal call to Jason's office, she trusted him enough not to be nervous about the situation.

Jason was sitting behind his desk, working on his laptop (or playing Solitaire, Sonia wasn't quite sure). She closed the door behind her quietly and sat on the chair in front of him.

'Morning Jason.' She smiled, making Jason jump on his sit, as he hadn't even noticed her entering his office.

'Oh, it's you, Sonia.' He said, closing his gray laptop. She laughed.

'Well, you called me, right?' Sonia replied. 'So, what is so important that we have to talk so formally in here?' She asked, and Jason could detect a bit of sarcasm in her tone.

'Well, Sonia...' He paused, smiling cheekily. 'Lovely weather, isn't it? Do you like the winter here in Australia?' He raised one eyebrow.

'What kind of question is that?' Sonia frowned, not really believing Jason had called her to his office to talk about the weather. No, there had to be something behind that. 'Well, I've always preferred the summer, but the winter isn't that bad, I guess...' She finally replied.

'Well, we're in May now. The autumn is coming to an end, as you know; it's going to be really bloody cold.' Jason continued on his rant about the seasons of the year. 'And, like you, I work a lot better in the summer. Now, it would be a shame if we didn't work as well as we do in the next few months just because we can't get inspiration, or we don't feel like doing anything. We can even say, we wish it was summer.' He stopped and looked at her. And Sonia was seriously thinking about how much Jason had drunk that morning.

'Where exactly are we going with this conversation, Jase?' She asked. Her hangover wasn't really being nice, and thinking hard about what the hell the producer was talking about wasn't helping either.

'First of all, Sonia, you shouldn't have drunk so much last night.' He smirked at her as she rolled her eyes. 'And secondly, think: where in this world is spring right now?'

'I don't know; the other side of the world. Like, England.' She replied. Jason slapped the table with excitement.

'Exactly. Now...' Sonia realised he was going to continue on his speech about the weather around the world, so she decided to stop him right then.

'Jase, get to the point please. My head is starting to hurt. Well, more than it already does.' He rolled his eyes at her impatience.

'Alright, alright. So there's this really famous British boy band called McFly. As in Marty McFly, from Back to The Future. Have you heard about them?' The name wasn't unknown to Sonia's hears, but she knew nothing about the said group.

'I think I heard of them somewhere.' She said, nodding at Jason to continue.

'They're very famous in England. But they're not your usual manufactured boy band, like NSYNC, or Backstreet Boys. They actually have a proper drummer and bassist, write their own stuff, and play their own instruments. Their sound is more like pop punk than pop; however, they aren't as credited as they should be, just for having that clean image and loads of girls running after them just because they're hot. Now, I met their bassist and one of the lead singers in New Orleans last year, and they were looking for a new permanent producing team.' He paused.

'So are we actually considering moving to England to work with those 'McFly'?' Sonia asked.

'I'll only go if you go to. I can give you some time to think about it...' Jason started, but Sonia interrupted him.

'No, it's not necessary. I've already made my mind.'

'And you...?'

Sonia laughed. 'Let's do this, Jase.'

'Damn Wi-Fi!' Sonia groaned, getting up to get her Internet broadband. Jason had sent her home after the meeting, and had also told her to search about McFly, and to try to hear some of their songs. Now, with a steaming mug full of black coffee and some cookies on the coffee table of her living room, she would be ready to get to know McFly. Of course, if the wireless internet didn't ruin her plans.

After the connection was made (and now with a reasonable speed Wi-Fi), Sonia got in Google, typing 'mcfly'. Immediately came up millions of results, but she decided to click on the Wikipedia link.

'McFly are an English pop punk band who formed in 2004.' She read, as she sipped on her coffee mug. Not even reading their names (she thought it was pointless, as she would meet them), she scrolled down. 'McFly's debut album Room on the 3rd Floor debuted at number 1 in the UK Album Chart and is certified as double platinum: this led to them becoming known as the youngest band ever to have an album debut at number 1—a title taken from The Beatles.' She almost spit her coffer as she read that. Jason was right. Those guys had to be good.

Sonia continued reading some parts about their album titles and about how their style changed from the first album to the second, but not really focusing on any details. Happy enough with the reading, she decided to go to the funny part of the research. Clicking on YouTube, she wrote on the search bar 'mcfly'.

The first video appearing on the result s list was 'Five Colours in Her Hair', and she clicked on it. While the video was loading, she inspected the description. 'McFly's video for the first single, Five Colours in her Hair.' The video clip started, with a long bass line and drums, while clips of the band in a car and surfing flashed on the screen, followed by a series of do do do do do's, and a blonde boy appeared with a huge blue square behind him and white letters saying 'Tom' under him. The square changed to an orange colour and to other boy, a long haired brunette with blue eyes and a big smile, the letters saying 'Dougie' this time. The square moved down and went purple, showing a bleached blonde that couldn't be older than sixteen called Danny, Sonia assumed by the white letters again.

But when the square turned yellow and moved to the left, when she noticed the white letters saying Harry and saw a slim boy wearing a black t-shirt and an indie necklace, with bleached blonde highlights in his hair, she spat the coffee right to the monitor of her laptop. Quickly wiping it with her sleeve, she watched the rest of the video wide eyed, almost not believing her eyes when Harry appeared drumming, her mouth hang open.

'Holy shit!'