Crikey me, you guys, it's been a very busy few weeks for me. I'm so sorry for lack of updating. I'm going to get everything sorted from now on. Again, really sorry
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Chapter Thirty

"Brenna, get out of the car." Dad knocked on the window.

Dickhead.

"Get out of the car now." He tapped harder.

"No." I smiled, and lay across the seats.

This was fun.

I was not going to that audition.

Ever.

I watched dad turn around, talking to someone.

Oh joy.

Well now, this will be fun.

"What you doing in there?" Danny yelled at me through the glass. I rolled my eyes and went to speak. "Is this over the audition we put you in for?"

Were they all in on it?

"I don't see what the problem is.. It's only with Hannah and Becky, and probably some signed act the record company want opinions from." Harry shrugged, still talking to Danny, whom merely grinned upon being told this.

How peculiar.

"And they might not even want you." Danny remarked, turning to face me again.

Oh what a confidence boost you are.

"Danny, you prat." I almost felt the blow Danny received to the head from my fathers palm.

"Don't you have an automated locking system on your key?" Danny changed the subject.

"Yeah..." Harry looked on, trying to see where this could possibly be leading to.

"Well, can't you like unlock the car as well?" Danny asked. Dad looked on at him dumbly before fiddling in his jacket pocket, pressing the small remote control type button. I heard a click and watched as all the doors unlocked themselves.

Bugger.

"You're having me on, aren't you?" I stated, walking in to the room I was to be singing in, finding Dougie and Tom sat in the seats. They both laughed and grinned. Two women sat with them, I only assumed they were Hannah and Becky.

"I pulled these out from under your bed." Tom said, chucking an oh so familiar pad of writing paper at me.

"Oh you Bstard!" I exclaimed, recognising it instantly. "I was looking for this everywhere."

My song book.

Every lyric I've ever written lies in this here luminous Yellow book.

As well as small sketches of smurfs and fairies from a few past obsessions.

Well, they all think they're past obsessions.

I may lead you to believe otherwise.

"You going to do anything then?" Dougie smirked, tapping his pen on the table rhythmically. I groaned inwardly and opened up the pad, flicking through scanning the pages in hope of finding something I could sing that would be suitable.

I wonder if Tom knows this doubles up as my diary as well...

Hmm..

"What you chosen?" Tom asked, seeing me close the book and place it on to the floor in front of me.

"It's a song I wrote. I based it on a line in an old McFly song 'When Daddy's Not Around' in 'Down By The Lake'. But from another point of view." I spoke quietly. The two women both hadn't said anything yet. Their stern expressions were rather intimidating now.

"What's it about?" Dougie raised an eyebrow.

"It's called 'They Don't Have A Clue'. But People can choose to interpret it however they like." I shrugged, smiling slightly when Tom snorted suddenly, trying to blame it on a sneeze afterwards.

I glanced up at Dougie once during the song.

He beamed back at me, looking thoroughly amused.

I'd ended up persuading Tom to accompany it with some guitar eventually.

Not that it took much to persuade him.

Any excuse to get it out.

No pun intended.

Honest.

"... So As Long As They Don't Have A Clue,

I know That I'm Better Off When i'm With You."

I sang the last few lines, looking down to my feet and to the striped converse I was wearing, blushing as all was silent for a few moments. I jumped hearing a single clap. I turned around, seeing Dad stood in the open doorway.