Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
chapter 14: pinball machines
we were sitting on the stage, and i was still pumped. the concert was ending soon, they were going to play 'obviously,' and then finish off with five colours. the rest of the girls were pretty tired, especially isabelle, not like at the other concert, where we were pumped all night, but this felt like a once-in-a-lifetime thing. not like a, we'll-be-doing-this-again-tomorrow thing.
we all clapped among the screaming girls and i smiled. i knew vanessa wanted this. the fame, and all of these people wanting to be you, or hang out with you.
then i had a briliant idea. we had started a band a long time ago, with our friend julia, yet we never got a deal. we were pretty good, we had won battle of the bands in our town once, yet nothing happened after that. eventually, we gave up on it. now, i had an amazing idea that we could possibly be famous. i just needed tom, harry, danny and dougie's take on the whole thing. hopefully it would work.
i sighed when the songs ended, tired from dancing, finally, when the sugar rush had stoped, i sat down in the backstage and danny gave me a cold rag. i was soaking. i dabbed it on my head. "good workout," i managed to mumble.
"haha, yeah," he laughed. he seemed to be used to it, and he took my hand and dragged me into their tourbus for what seemed like forever. i looked at my watch it was only 11:45 and i was this tired. gosh. i was so tired. i guess i'd never actually been on a stage at a concert before with a sugar rush. it's fun at the time, but later, it feels like you're hungover.
the following moring, i was still tired. we were going to take this day to chill out, and then head over to another state.
"where do you guys wanna go?" tom looked around on a map, yet he didn't seem to be looking for something.
"i think isabelle should choose, because she was the one who pushed through the whole concert without complaining or messing up," harry said. vanessa and dougie rolled their eyes.
isabelle beamed. "i messed up a lot, harry. i don't think i should choose."
"you should," tom, kathryn, and danny said.
"chuckie cheese!" vanessa looked excited. dougie laughed. "no, seriously. it's good to get your inner kid out once in a while."
"is that what your therapist told you?" kathryn asked, sarcastic.
"um, yeah." we all laughed. i was the only one who didn't, my head hurt so bad.
"fine then, i guess it's chuckie cheese!" isabelle hopped up, and she scuffled over to the driver who nodded.
"yayy!" vanessa cried, and danny shushed her.
"her head hurts."
"that's what you get for having five beers before a concert," tom smiled at me.
"what?!" i cried as i stood up, harry and danny motioned me back down.
"tom, shut up," harry mumbled.
"oh..." tom looked as if he had said something bad.
"fine, now that you've said it might as well tell her," danny sighed and pulled me back down. those weren't red bulls, those were beers."
"well, i think she's got that part cleared up," dougie said his eyes focoused on the tv screen.
"what do you mean? they were red bulls, right? they sure looked like them to me. or did vanessa... or kathryn... or isabelle..."
"yep," tom said. kathryn blushed.
"katy!" i cried and put my hands up to my face.
"sorry, i told tom so he wouldn't worry about giving you a beer, i know you'd reject it, and you're so fun when you're drunk.. so..."
i rolled my eyes and sighed. danny put his arm around me.
"well you didn't have to tell them about my beer problem." when i drink more than three beers, i get pretty wasted.
"you could have told me they were beers." i said to danny.
"i didn't want you mad," he looked at dougie. "it was his idea anyways."
"are you mad at me?" dougie looked at me with a puppy dog face, and danny scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"no, i'm not mad, i'm just sad that you didn't tell me." i rubbed my head. "no i'm hungover."
and i wondered why they only drank one "red bull."
i sighed, yet again, to be face with a rush of pain.
"do you remember anything?" vanessa asked me.
"nah, just the cold rag and the tour bus. and the screaming. lots of screaming."
yes, this was going to be a long day.
we all clapped among the screaming girls and i smiled. i knew vanessa wanted this. the fame, and all of these people wanting to be you, or hang out with you.
then i had a briliant idea. we had started a band a long time ago, with our friend julia, yet we never got a deal. we were pretty good, we had won battle of the bands in our town once, yet nothing happened after that. eventually, we gave up on it. now, i had an amazing idea that we could possibly be famous. i just needed tom, harry, danny and dougie's take on the whole thing. hopefully it would work.
i sighed when the songs ended, tired from dancing, finally, when the sugar rush had stoped, i sat down in the backstage and danny gave me a cold rag. i was soaking. i dabbed it on my head. "good workout," i managed to mumble.
"haha, yeah," he laughed. he seemed to be used to it, and he took my hand and dragged me into their tourbus for what seemed like forever. i looked at my watch it was only 11:45 and i was this tired. gosh. i was so tired. i guess i'd never actually been on a stage at a concert before with a sugar rush. it's fun at the time, but later, it feels like you're hungover.
the following moring, i was still tired. we were going to take this day to chill out, and then head over to another state.
"where do you guys wanna go?" tom looked around on a map, yet he didn't seem to be looking for something.
"i think isabelle should choose, because she was the one who pushed through the whole concert without complaining or messing up," harry said. vanessa and dougie rolled their eyes.
isabelle beamed. "i messed up a lot, harry. i don't think i should choose."
"you should," tom, kathryn, and danny said.
"chuckie cheese!" vanessa looked excited. dougie laughed. "no, seriously. it's good to get your inner kid out once in a while."
"is that what your therapist told you?" kathryn asked, sarcastic.
"um, yeah." we all laughed. i was the only one who didn't, my head hurt so bad.
"fine then, i guess it's chuckie cheese!" isabelle hopped up, and she scuffled over to the driver who nodded.
"yayy!" vanessa cried, and danny shushed her.
"her head hurts."
"that's what you get for having five beers before a concert," tom smiled at me.
"what?!" i cried as i stood up, harry and danny motioned me back down.
"tom, shut up," harry mumbled.
"oh..." tom looked as if he had said something bad.
"fine, now that you've said it might as well tell her," danny sighed and pulled me back down. those weren't red bulls, those were beers."
"well, i think she's got that part cleared up," dougie said his eyes focoused on the tv screen.
"what do you mean? they were red bulls, right? they sure looked like them to me. or did vanessa... or kathryn... or isabelle..."
"yep," tom said. kathryn blushed.
"katy!" i cried and put my hands up to my face.
"sorry, i told tom so he wouldn't worry about giving you a beer, i know you'd reject it, and you're so fun when you're drunk.. so..."
i rolled my eyes and sighed. danny put his arm around me.
"well you didn't have to tell them about my beer problem." when i drink more than three beers, i get pretty wasted.
"you could have told me they were beers." i said to danny.
"i didn't want you mad," he looked at dougie. "it was his idea anyways."
"are you mad at me?" dougie looked at me with a puppy dog face, and danny scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"no, i'm not mad, i'm just sad that you didn't tell me." i rubbed my head. "no i'm hungover."
and i wondered why they only drank one "red bull."
i sighed, yet again, to be face with a rush of pain.
"do you remember anything?" vanessa asked me.
"nah, just the cold rag and the tour bus. and the screaming. lots of screaming."
yes, this was going to be a long day.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
chapter 13 : long concert ♥
tom yelled: "who's ready for another?" everyone screamed. i jumped up and down. it was only the 3rd song.
i smiled. danny took a swig of water and burped into the mic for about 5 seconds. i went over to the microphone and said, "ladies and gents, that is what we call, a long burp." everyone screamed even louder. i had had my third redbull, and i had a sugar rush.
they started playing 'lies,' they had opened with 'five colours.' i felt so... there. i don't know what it felt like the first time, but this time ws different. maybe it was the redbull.
i smiled. danny took a swig of water and burped into the mic for about 5 seconds. i went over to the microphone and said, "ladies and gents, that is what we call, a long burp." everyone screamed even louder. i had had my third redbull, and i had a sugar rush.
they started playing 'lies,' they had opened with 'five colours.' i felt so... there. i don't know what it felt like the first time, but this time ws different. maybe it was the redbull.
Friday, January 30, 2009
chapter twelve: long practice ♥
we stepped in the concert hall, and i sighed. it was so big. one of mcfly's tech people came up to us and said, "guys, we're sold out." i smiled at danny and he looked proud.
"i told you," i whispered to him. he pulled his arm around me.
the tech guy raised his eyebrows at our exchange. "getting a little close, huh?" danny just laughed, but my stomach lurched. to fast? whatever, veronica, don't worry about it. apperantly, he doesn't mind it, neither should you. i tried my best to smile, anyways.
isabelle did pretty good when we practiced, dougie let vanessa try the bass, (or what he calls his "precious baby" so she had to wrap her arms around him to play it. it was really a boy ploi. she bit his neck a couple of times, he has marks.) and i sat and watched danny and tom do some freestyle.
tom taught me some stuff on the guitar, and they practiced a few songs they added to their concert. they walked around the hall while their music was playing to make sure the sound was working right. they also tested their instruments like from their earlier concert.
harry was gonna play some of the piano chords for some of the songs. (tom taught him.) danny and dougie also suggested he sing a song.
i got out my laptop from my coach bag. i put on my glasses and started writing to my parents on my email. i also emailed some of my other friends telling them what had happened in the last few days.
harry came over and looked at me. "i didn't know you wore glasses. cool."
"like isabelle."
"yeah, like isabelle." he glanced at isabelle and sighed.
"what's wrong harry?" he pointed to his foot, then isabelle. "ah. you wanna be on stage? or do you not want her to have a hassle?"
"both." he rubbed his eyes. "at least i'll have a break." i laughed a little and patted him on the back.
i felt nervous for isabelle, sorry for harry, and just... strange. this was all happening. or so it seemed. i still thought i was dreaming.
harry got up to go get a snack, and i put my laptop away. tom and danny were still walking around the hall, goofing off. i had no idea where kathryn isabelle or vanessa were. i decided to text dougie. (they had given us their numbers earlier.)
i wrote,
hey doug, you know where the girls are?
he texted me back in a minute;
yeah, they're in the lighting room with me. tom's talkin on his phone, telling us when the lighting looks good or bad.
sure enough, i glanced over at tom, and he had a silver blackberry up to his ear. i walked over by danny and tom.
"hey, you wear glasses?" tom asked, covering the mouthpeice. danny looked at me and smiled.
"sure," i said. i took them off and put them in my pocket though, making a mental not to put them in my purse before we left.
"alright, i think we're done." danny told tom. tom said something to the person on the phone, and we walked back down to the stage again.
"what are we doing now?" i asked, hoping there would be some food in it.
"dinner, silly." i smiled when danny punched my lightly.
((i DID NOT write the song in this chapter or any songs in the previous chapters.))
"i told you," i whispered to him. he pulled his arm around me.
the tech guy raised his eyebrows at our exchange. "getting a little close, huh?" danny just laughed, but my stomach lurched. to fast? whatever, veronica, don't worry about it. apperantly, he doesn't mind it, neither should you. i tried my best to smile, anyways.
isabelle did pretty good when we practiced, dougie let vanessa try the bass, (or what he calls his "precious baby" so she had to wrap her arms around him to play it. it was really a boy ploi. she bit his neck a couple of times, he has marks.) and i sat and watched danny and tom do some freestyle.
tom taught me some stuff on the guitar, and they practiced a few songs they added to their concert. they walked around the hall while their music was playing to make sure the sound was working right. they also tested their instruments like from their earlier concert.
harry was gonna play some of the piano chords for some of the songs. (tom taught him.) danny and dougie also suggested he sing a song.
i got out my laptop from my coach bag. i put on my glasses and started writing to my parents on my email. i also emailed some of my other friends telling them what had happened in the last few days.
harry came over and looked at me. "i didn't know you wore glasses. cool."
"like isabelle."
"yeah, like isabelle." he glanced at isabelle and sighed.
"what's wrong harry?" he pointed to his foot, then isabelle. "ah. you wanna be on stage? or do you not want her to have a hassle?"
"both." he rubbed his eyes. "at least i'll have a break." i laughed a little and patted him on the back.
i felt nervous for isabelle, sorry for harry, and just... strange. this was all happening. or so it seemed. i still thought i was dreaming.
harry got up to go get a snack, and i put my laptop away. tom and danny were still walking around the hall, goofing off. i had no idea where kathryn isabelle or vanessa were. i decided to text dougie. (they had given us their numbers earlier.)
i wrote,
hey doug, you know where the girls are?
he texted me back in a minute;
yeah, they're in the lighting room with me. tom's talkin on his phone, telling us when the lighting looks good or bad.
sure enough, i glanced over at tom, and he had a silver blackberry up to his ear. i walked over by danny and tom.
"hey, you wear glasses?" tom asked, covering the mouthpeice. danny looked at me and smiled.
"sure," i said. i took them off and put them in my pocket though, making a mental not to put them in my purse before we left.
"alright, i think we're done." danny told tom. tom said something to the person on the phone, and we walked back down to the stage again.
"what are we doing now?" i asked, hoping there would be some food in it.
"dinner, silly." i smiled when danny punched my lightly.
((i DID NOT write the song in this chapter or any songs in the previous chapters.))
Monday, January 19, 2009
chapter eleven: dream a silly dream
i opened my eyes, still not believing where i was.
i sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
"it started out with a kiss, it was only a kiss." dougie was in the sitting room, lazily singing 'mr. brightside' on a guitar. i got out of the bed.
walking into the sitting room, i grabbed my silk robe. vanessa, dougie, and isabelle were watching the news.
i came in with a questioning look and everbody noticed. "danny and harry went to get donuts. stop dougie," isabelle warned him.
"fine." then he looked at me, "we have no idea where kathryn and tom are. they wouldn't answer their door."
isabelle and vanessa exchanged looks. i knew what they were thinking and rolled my eyes. i sat down in a chair and said, "maybe they went out to breakfest."
dougie smirked and considered it. harry and danny came in with two pink dunkin donuts boxes. "yay!" i opened the one danny handed to me and picked out one with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. i bit into it and sighed at the sugar. i hadn't had any sweets for a couple weeks, (on the road; we didn't have anything besides fast food, and i didn't waste my money on candy. the last couple of days; traveling, and we were in new york prior to that.. so. yeah) and it was good to taste.
danny smiled and picked a jelly one. i handed the box to dougie.
tom and kathryn came in. i noticed they let go of holding hands when the walked in. kathryn wasn't wearing any lip gloss when she came in which was odd, she always wore lip gloss. she smiled at my confusion and walked over, gloss tube in hand. she waved it at me. as she grabbed a donut, she sat down beside me and bit into her glazed one.
she whispered to me after she finished her bite, "tom and i made out for two whole hours last night." i raised my eyebrows. i wasn't shocked. she had that effect on boys. dumb brunette, one of my friends who didn't like her had always called her in college. "and this morning." she squealed.
"dream come true?" i whispered/asked. she nodded and sighed.
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the boys were doing a live lounge before practice that day, so we all got dressed and drove over to an even more fancy hilton hotel.
the lady who was interviewing them welcomed us nicely, and we also got to join in on the truth or dare game. it was mostly wierd [strip] dares, and and truth questions about things on tours.
after that they performed their song five colours in her hair, and we were off to the concert hall to practice.
i sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
"it started out with a kiss, it was only a kiss." dougie was in the sitting room, lazily singing 'mr. brightside' on a guitar. i got out of the bed.
walking into the sitting room, i grabbed my silk robe. vanessa, dougie, and isabelle were watching the news.
i came in with a questioning look and everbody noticed. "danny and harry went to get donuts. stop dougie," isabelle warned him.
"fine." then he looked at me, "we have no idea where kathryn and tom are. they wouldn't answer their door."
isabelle and vanessa exchanged looks. i knew what they were thinking and rolled my eyes. i sat down in a chair and said, "maybe they went out to breakfest."
dougie smirked and considered it. harry and danny came in with two pink dunkin donuts boxes. "yay!" i opened the one danny handed to me and picked out one with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. i bit into it and sighed at the sugar. i hadn't had any sweets for a couple weeks, (on the road; we didn't have anything besides fast food, and i didn't waste my money on candy. the last couple of days; traveling, and we were in new york prior to that.. so. yeah) and it was good to taste.
danny smiled and picked a jelly one. i handed the box to dougie.
tom and kathryn came in. i noticed they let go of holding hands when the walked in. kathryn wasn't wearing any lip gloss when she came in which was odd, she always wore lip gloss. she smiled at my confusion and walked over, gloss tube in hand. she waved it at me. as she grabbed a donut, she sat down beside me and bit into her glazed one.
she whispered to me after she finished her bite, "tom and i made out for two whole hours last night." i raised my eyebrows. i wasn't shocked. she had that effect on boys. dumb brunette, one of my friends who didn't like her had always called her in college. "and this morning." she squealed.
"dream come true?" i whispered/asked. she nodded and sighed.
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the boys were doing a live lounge before practice that day, so we all got dressed and drove over to an even more fancy hilton hotel.
the lady who was interviewing them welcomed us nicely, and we also got to join in on the truth or dare game. it was mostly wierd [strip] dares, and and truth questions about things on tours.
after that they performed their song five colours in her hair, and we were off to the concert hall to practice.
Monday, January 12, 2009
chapter ten: the prank
on our way back to the hotel, we went in a cab.
"you know, last year, i emailed your myspace to ask if you were ever gonna come to america. finally there's enough 'demand' for you to be here." i smiled and he laughed.
"yeah, i hope some more people come to the concert tomorrow night." he looked unsure.
"oh my god, don't even worry about it! do you know how many people like you here? the movie helped A LOT!" i tried to convince him, but he still had the same look.
the cab driver had the radio on and "lies" came on. danny smiled. finally.
"see?"
"are you sure?" i nodded. "okay."
he laughed, and i smiled to myself. i felt content inside, although i still felt like something bad might happen any second, like a bomb would set off, or i would wake up, or danny would actually say something that made me mad.
"it's a bit black over bill's mother's." he was looking out the window.
i made a face and said, "huh?"
"oh. it looks like it's going to rain."
i nodded, unconfused. "i don't have an umbrella." i looked out of the window for a couple seconds and, soon enough, there was a few drops of rain, and then it poured.
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when we got back to the hotel, dougie had told us to meet in a rec room he reserved. it looked like a mini- movie theater. everybody looked shady from waiting. dougie was pacing and vanessa looked giddy. they were the only excited-looking ones.
"hey," vanessa said, sitting in a large, plush chair. "what took you so long?"
"we're on time." i looked at my watch at it was 7:01. they said to meet here at 7:00. "what's the big deal?"
"you're late!" dougie came over and shook a finger jokingly at danny.
"wow, stop being such a girl's blouse." i looked at him and he sensed it. "a weak, femmenine person. aka dougie." dougie made a face and sat down next to vanessa.
"don't be such a fag," dougie said in a mocking voice.
i smiled. "where'd you learn that word?" vanessa smiled. "uh-huh."
tom and kathryn were sitting in front of the sofa, and harry and isabelle on top of it. harry had his arm around isabelle, and there was room for more people. i sat down next to isabelle who smiled at me and danny sat next to me.
he pulled his arm around me and harry coughed, "phwoar." danny rolled his eyes and i was confused yet again.
"just forget about it," danny whispered.
"'kay." vanessa got up and secretly popped a movie into the player. the dvd menu came up and it was... just my luck.
"yay!!" dougie cried.
"aw, come on," isabelle said, "we've seen this movie a billion times!" she sighed and i patted her leg.
"a billion and one isn't so bad." she sighed again and i giggled.
we were up to the part when jake gets the poo on his hand, when tom and harry started laughing uncontrollabbly.
"what's so funny?" kathryn asked.
"while he was shooting this scene, they actually used real dog poo!" they laughed some more, and we all thought, 'what's the big deal?' "the thing is," he pointed to the screen where jake was wiping his hand off in the water. "they couldn't get it off his hand, and they had to retake the scene like, 10 times before the poo fell in the water."
everyone rolled their eyes as dougie and vanessa got up to get some popcorn in their room.
"we bought some after we went to dinner," she said to my confused look.
they left for a few minutes, and then we heard a noise outside. kathryn isabelle and harry got up to go see what it was. there it was again. danny, tom and i stood up to go see.
when we opened the door i saw a can of paint, instinctivley stepped back, and then, tom and danny were covered in paint.
we all laughed, and after a second, they started laughing too. there was a tarp that they were standing on, and a few towels next to it.
"come here dougie," danny said as he walked toward him, sliding the tarp so that he didn't get any paint on the carpet.
we laughed as danny hugged dougie then vanessa who was also behind it.
we decided to call it a night, as it was 7:45 and 3/4 boys were covered in paint.
as we walked upstairs, danny put his arm around me and my shirt was ruined, but i didn't care.
we got into our room and danny took a shower as i changed. i threw out my shirt, because it couldn't be saved. before i went to sleep (i had already said goodnight to danny) i realized that this was the third night of many.
"you know, last year, i emailed your myspace to ask if you were ever gonna come to america. finally there's enough 'demand' for you to be here." i smiled and he laughed.
"yeah, i hope some more people come to the concert tomorrow night." he looked unsure.
"oh my god, don't even worry about it! do you know how many people like you here? the movie helped A LOT!" i tried to convince him, but he still had the same look.
the cab driver had the radio on and "lies" came on. danny smiled. finally.
"see?"
"are you sure?" i nodded. "okay."
he laughed, and i smiled to myself. i felt content inside, although i still felt like something bad might happen any second, like a bomb would set off, or i would wake up, or danny would actually say something that made me mad.
"it's a bit black over bill's mother's." he was looking out the window.
i made a face and said, "huh?"
"oh. it looks like it's going to rain."
i nodded, unconfused. "i don't have an umbrella." i looked out of the window for a couple seconds and, soon enough, there was a few drops of rain, and then it poured.
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when we got back to the hotel, dougie had told us to meet in a rec room he reserved. it looked like a mini- movie theater. everybody looked shady from waiting. dougie was pacing and vanessa looked giddy. they were the only excited-looking ones.
"hey," vanessa said, sitting in a large, plush chair. "what took you so long?"
"we're on time." i looked at my watch at it was 7:01. they said to meet here at 7:00. "what's the big deal?"
"you're late!" dougie came over and shook a finger jokingly at danny.
"wow, stop being such a girl's blouse." i looked at him and he sensed it. "a weak, femmenine person. aka dougie." dougie made a face and sat down next to vanessa.
"don't be such a fag," dougie said in a mocking voice.
i smiled. "where'd you learn that word?" vanessa smiled. "uh-huh."
tom and kathryn were sitting in front of the sofa, and harry and isabelle on top of it. harry had his arm around isabelle, and there was room for more people. i sat down next to isabelle who smiled at me and danny sat next to me.
he pulled his arm around me and harry coughed, "phwoar." danny rolled his eyes and i was confused yet again.
"just forget about it," danny whispered.
"'kay." vanessa got up and secretly popped a movie into the player. the dvd menu came up and it was... just my luck.
"yay!!" dougie cried.
"aw, come on," isabelle said, "we've seen this movie a billion times!" she sighed and i patted her leg.
"a billion and one isn't so bad." she sighed again and i giggled.
we were up to the part when jake gets the poo on his hand, when tom and harry started laughing uncontrollabbly.
"what's so funny?" kathryn asked.
"while he was shooting this scene, they actually used real dog poo!" they laughed some more, and we all thought, 'what's the big deal?' "the thing is," he pointed to the screen where jake was wiping his hand off in the water. "they couldn't get it off his hand, and they had to retake the scene like, 10 times before the poo fell in the water."
everyone rolled their eyes as dougie and vanessa got up to get some popcorn in their room.
"we bought some after we went to dinner," she said to my confused look.
they left for a few minutes, and then we heard a noise outside. kathryn isabelle and harry got up to go see what it was. there it was again. danny, tom and i stood up to go see.
when we opened the door i saw a can of paint, instinctivley stepped back, and then, tom and danny were covered in paint.
we all laughed, and after a second, they started laughing too. there was a tarp that they were standing on, and a few towels next to it.
"come here dougie," danny said as he walked toward him, sliding the tarp so that he didn't get any paint on the carpet.
we laughed as danny hugged dougie then vanessa who was also behind it.
we decided to call it a night, as it was 7:45 and 3/4 boys were covered in paint.
as we walked upstairs, danny put his arm around me and my shirt was ruined, but i didn't care.
we got into our room and danny took a shower as i changed. i threw out my shirt, because it couldn't be saved. before i went to sleep (i had already said goodnight to danny) i realized that this was the third night of many.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
chapter nine: getting to know you... a lot
"let me help you," danny helped me get out of the taxi [he wanted to take a limo, but i protested], and i took his hand reluctantly. this seemed to good to be true.
i sighed and stepped into the peu de café. something that i knew to be the 'little cafe.' [i took french in high school.]
"i asked the concierge and she said that they do public singing or kareoke here." danny smiled, looking hopeful. "maybe you'll sing?"
"ah-ha." i put my lips into a straight line, trying not to show any emotion. "so that's why you brought me here?"
"um. kind of." he wavered his hand in a 'not sure' motion. "i want to hear you sing, your sister says you're pretty good, and i wanted to have dinner. so why don't you sing after dinner?"
"i guess." now i smiled and tried not to giggle. i was an okay singer, not as good as danny or tom dougie and harry. or vanessa. isabelle and kathryn were singers also. they didn't have to sing much, but they liked to.
we went in and the warm breeze came in on our faces. it was a nice little resturaunt with a nice smell to it. it seemed cheery enough. of course, there was a little stage in the corner where a girl my age was singing a smooth song she wrote. she had an acoustic guitar, but i wasn't paying much attention to the lyrics. i was looking at the mini speakers. i assumed they were for kareoke.
we sat down at a table and ordered food. i looked around some more and realized it was a popular place, most of the tables were filled. a lot of the people looked like musicians or artists. i felt normal here, compared to in the coach store when we bought our purses for fun. jeez. this place was more nicer, it had a less... intimidating feel to it. but the singing part.. no way.
i smiled nonchalantly, not showing any emotion that i did or didn't want to sing. i just sat there with a kind of 'you know' look on my face.
"so..." danny took a sip of water before asking me, "what's your life been like?" i laughed. "i'm serious. you probably know all about my life."
"actually, i don't."
"okay. well. you can go first."
"why?"
"i asked you first."
"fine." i took a sip of my water and we got our drinks. "oh my god... well, first i was born. i don't really know if life is that different from people in england than over here but..."
"no we just call things different names. we might spaz out a little, me and the boys, but we've read some stuff about what you say, so if we say somthing different, just ignore it."
"yeah, i've heard that." harry had said a few random things that i didn't know what he meant during drum practice, but he explained. "but... i went to pre-school, then kindergarten, middle school, high school, and college."
"hm. sounds interesting." he said it sarcastically, but not in a mean way. "anything else? i mean, like, what happened in your life? any hobbies? big things? what about college? start with that."
"well, i went to northwestern in illinois with isabelle, kathryn and vanessa. some of my other friends went also. it was pretty much a basic college. but i really liked it, i learned a lot and loved my professors."
"cool." danny sighed. "sometimes i wish that we could slow down for a while, you know? take some time off." he twirled his straw in his drink. "i really want to go to college, and so does tom. he's been itchin' to go for a long time. i really think dougie and harry want to go too. maybe soon. after a couple more years or tours."
"you see?" i said. "this is why i feel bad talking about college to you guys. "you love music, yet you haven't found time for college yet. it makes me sad."
"haha," he smiled and laughed a little. "oh, don't worry about that. we're quite okay with just being here on tour. i think we'll go to college soon, but right now we're just foucusing on our music."
our dinner came, and while we ate danny asked me some more questions. "what are your hobbies?"
"hmmm," i finished my bite and answered. "i really like music, and i like to write. mostly books, maybe some short stories, and songs. i don't sing often, but i did get a lead in a few musicals at my high school. i also like to act. i'm not the best though." i giggled a little, just amused at the conversation. "what about you?"
"well, i like to sing and play music," i laughed a little at that. "writing songs is always a good way to let out feelings. i also like to just chill and read sometimes, and maybe play sports. sometimes we get some downtime to hang at home if we're not on tour, and we like to play some games and stuff. me and harry like soccer." he put airquotes around soccer and i smiled.
"i like tennis and ice skating." i ate a fry and continued. "swimming is also fun." we ate some more in scilence for a couple minutes and i got full quickly. i hate a fourth of my hamburger left, and some of my fries. i didn't want to take it home, the smell of food was already making me nervous.
"singing?" i nodded and sighed.
i went up to the bar and asked, "can i sing a song on kareoke?" please say no, please say-
"sure." he signaled the singer and asked me, "what song?"
"do you have... baby's coming back by mcfly?"
he checked on their computer and nodded. "do you need lyrics?" he motioned for the little tv on the ceiling above the stage.
"put them up in case." i walked over to the stage and waited until her song was over, several people clapped. i stepped up, while she sat down and worked on something on her laptop at a table nearby. there was a stool, and i pushed it aside. the music started, the fimiliar music i memorized. i was nervous, and of course the lyrics were up on the little screen. i didn't need them though. my memory of songs was amazing.
"I knew that when I saw him
That my life would soon move over from the fast lane
Gone would be the days of all my drinkin and my carrying on
But when I settled down
The party king uncrowned
This stubborn memory hadn't faded
Too many dumb mistakes
And all the grief it makes
Left nothing else to be debated
But if you say that you understand then you're lyin'
But if you figure that I'm alright now I can't deny it
Baby's coming back
Baby's coming back
So I'm on my best behaviour
I can't take it anymore
I just woke up on the floor today (Yeah, Yeah)
I've long run out of my last chances but he's on her way
If I had a dollar for every single time
I fought him I'd buy a handgun (I'd buy a handgun)
But that couldn't shoot away
The bull's eye that he made on my heart
But if I sound like a beaten girl well then I guess so
And on him way is the sweetest prize and I can't let go
Baby's coming back
Baby's coming back
So I'm on my best behaviour
I can't take it anymore
I just woke up on the floor today (Yeah, Yeah)
I've long run out of my last chances but he's on her way
What I told him on the telephone was that I'd been so bad
I wouldn't blame him if she mowed down these wild oats I'd sown
But when he said he'd give me one more chance
I said knock three times
When you arrive
Baby's coming back
Baby's coming back
So I'm on my best behaviourI can't take it anymore
I just woke up on the floor today (Yeah, Yeah)
Baby's coming back my darling
Baby's coming back to see me
And I've long run out of my last chances but he's on her way."
some people clapped, mostly danny though. i smiled when i was done, mostly because i gotten it over with wtihout passing out. i walked back over to my table and the girl who was singing before me came back on the stage.
"wow." danny smiled approvingly. "what a nice voice."
"thanks." i sighed and he smiled some more.
"it's not a bad thing, you did good. i always loved that song."
"yeah, too bad they don't sell it here. not on iTunes anyways."
"what? then how do you know it?"
"youTube."
he laughed and i smiled.
we payed and went back to our hotel, we were all planning on watching a movie tonight, the boys had picked it, i had no ide what it was. i was excited to see.
i sighed and stepped into the peu de café. something that i knew to be the 'little cafe.' [i took french in high school.]
"i asked the concierge and she said that they do public singing or kareoke here." danny smiled, looking hopeful. "maybe you'll sing?"
"ah-ha." i put my lips into a straight line, trying not to show any emotion. "so that's why you brought me here?"
"um. kind of." he wavered his hand in a 'not sure' motion. "i want to hear you sing, your sister says you're pretty good, and i wanted to have dinner. so why don't you sing after dinner?"
"i guess." now i smiled and tried not to giggle. i was an okay singer, not as good as danny or tom dougie and harry. or vanessa. isabelle and kathryn were singers also. they didn't have to sing much, but they liked to.
we went in and the warm breeze came in on our faces. it was a nice little resturaunt with a nice smell to it. it seemed cheery enough. of course, there was a little stage in the corner where a girl my age was singing a smooth song she wrote. she had an acoustic guitar, but i wasn't paying much attention to the lyrics. i was looking at the mini speakers. i assumed they were for kareoke.
we sat down at a table and ordered food. i looked around some more and realized it was a popular place, most of the tables were filled. a lot of the people looked like musicians or artists. i felt normal here, compared to in the coach store when we bought our purses for fun. jeez. this place was more nicer, it had a less... intimidating feel to it. but the singing part.. no way.
i smiled nonchalantly, not showing any emotion that i did or didn't want to sing. i just sat there with a kind of 'you know' look on my face.
"so..." danny took a sip of water before asking me, "what's your life been like?" i laughed. "i'm serious. you probably know all about my life."
"actually, i don't."
"okay. well. you can go first."
"why?"
"i asked you first."
"fine." i took a sip of my water and we got our drinks. "oh my god... well, first i was born. i don't really know if life is that different from people in england than over here but..."
"no we just call things different names. we might spaz out a little, me and the boys, but we've read some stuff about what you say, so if we say somthing different, just ignore it."
"yeah, i've heard that." harry had said a few random things that i didn't know what he meant during drum practice, but he explained. "but... i went to pre-school, then kindergarten, middle school, high school, and college."
"hm. sounds interesting." he said it sarcastically, but not in a mean way. "anything else? i mean, like, what happened in your life? any hobbies? big things? what about college? start with that."
"well, i went to northwestern in illinois with isabelle, kathryn and vanessa. some of my other friends went also. it was pretty much a basic college. but i really liked it, i learned a lot and loved my professors."
"cool." danny sighed. "sometimes i wish that we could slow down for a while, you know? take some time off." he twirled his straw in his drink. "i really want to go to college, and so does tom. he's been itchin' to go for a long time. i really think dougie and harry want to go too. maybe soon. after a couple more years or tours."
"you see?" i said. "this is why i feel bad talking about college to you guys. "you love music, yet you haven't found time for college yet. it makes me sad."
"haha," he smiled and laughed a little. "oh, don't worry about that. we're quite okay with just being here on tour. i think we'll go to college soon, but right now we're just foucusing on our music."
our dinner came, and while we ate danny asked me some more questions. "what are your hobbies?"
"hmmm," i finished my bite and answered. "i really like music, and i like to write. mostly books, maybe some short stories, and songs. i don't sing often, but i did get a lead in a few musicals at my high school. i also like to act. i'm not the best though." i giggled a little, just amused at the conversation. "what about you?"
"well, i like to sing and play music," i laughed a little at that. "writing songs is always a good way to let out feelings. i also like to just chill and read sometimes, and maybe play sports. sometimes we get some downtime to hang at home if we're not on tour, and we like to play some games and stuff. me and harry like soccer." he put airquotes around soccer and i smiled.
"i like tennis and ice skating." i ate a fry and continued. "swimming is also fun." we ate some more in scilence for a couple minutes and i got full quickly. i hate a fourth of my hamburger left, and some of my fries. i didn't want to take it home, the smell of food was already making me nervous.
"singing?" i nodded and sighed.
i went up to the bar and asked, "can i sing a song on kareoke?" please say no, please say-
"sure." he signaled the singer and asked me, "what song?"
"do you have... baby's coming back by mcfly?"
he checked on their computer and nodded. "do you need lyrics?" he motioned for the little tv on the ceiling above the stage.
"put them up in case." i walked over to the stage and waited until her song was over, several people clapped. i stepped up, while she sat down and worked on something on her laptop at a table nearby. there was a stool, and i pushed it aside. the music started, the fimiliar music i memorized. i was nervous, and of course the lyrics were up on the little screen. i didn't need them though. my memory of songs was amazing.
"I knew that when I saw him
That my life would soon move over from the fast lane
Gone would be the days of all my drinkin and my carrying on
But when I settled down
The party king uncrowned
This stubborn memory hadn't faded
Too many dumb mistakes
And all the grief it makes
Left nothing else to be debated
But if you say that you understand then you're lyin'
But if you figure that I'm alright now I can't deny it
Baby's coming back
Baby's coming back
So I'm on my best behaviour
I can't take it anymore
I just woke up on the floor today (Yeah, Yeah)
I've long run out of my last chances but he's on her way
If I had a dollar for every single time
I fought him I'd buy a handgun (I'd buy a handgun)
But that couldn't shoot away
The bull's eye that he made on my heart
But if I sound like a beaten girl well then I guess so
And on him way is the sweetest prize and I can't let go
Baby's coming back
Baby's coming back
So I'm on my best behaviour
I can't take it anymore
I just woke up on the floor today (Yeah, Yeah)
I've long run out of my last chances but he's on her way
What I told him on the telephone was that I'd been so bad
I wouldn't blame him if she mowed down these wild oats I'd sown
But when he said he'd give me one more chance
I said knock three times
When you arrive
Baby's coming back
Baby's coming back
So I'm on my best behaviourI can't take it anymore
I just woke up on the floor today (Yeah, Yeah)
Baby's coming back my darling
Baby's coming back to see me
And I've long run out of my last chances but he's on her way."
some people clapped, mostly danny though. i smiled when i was done, mostly because i gotten it over with wtihout passing out. i walked back over to my table and the girl who was singing before me came back on the stage.
"wow." danny smiled approvingly. "what a nice voice."
"thanks." i sighed and he smiled some more.
"it's not a bad thing, you did good. i always loved that song."
"yeah, too bad they don't sell it here. not on iTunes anyways."
"what? then how do you know it?"
"youTube."
he laughed and i smiled.
we payed and went back to our hotel, we were all planning on watching a movie tonight, the boys had picked it, i had no ide what it was. i was excited to see.
Monday, January 5, 2009
chapter eight: drum lessons @ 12:30
we had a quick lunch at mcdonalds, and then we went over to our hotel. there were four rooms. how odd. harry got to pick the rooms. guess who they were?
kathryn & tom
vanessa & dougie
harry & isabelle
danny & me
i sighed when he told me danny was in my room. i'd only known his for a day and now i'd be sharing a room with him? i guess we wanted to get close. a year WAS a long time. to me.
we went into our room and there was two beds. thanks, god! i was still a virgin, [so was danny] plus, i didn't think we were going that far in our relationship yet.
"hey, veronica," danny said as i was looking for something to wear to the studio. the closest one was 20 minutes away, plymoth records. robert had offered a large sum of money to let us practice there. "can we go to dinner tonight?"
i froze. i never got to go on a date with a popstar before.
"um, sure." then i smiled, thinking of something good today. "because if i'm looking for a good time, i'll give you a call," quoting from 'don't stop me now' one of their songs.
danny laughed and said, "you're gonna run out of those." it was my turn to laugh.
"what do you wanna do?" i asked.
"i was hoping you'd know where to eat or something." i laughed, and he smiled.
"we can ask the concierge. i'm sure he'll know somewhere to eat," i assured him. "and maybe dancing." i smiled so he couldn't see me. dancing with danny jones. a dream. for me, though. i sighed happily.
"alright," he said. "i'm not much a dancer. but that's okay."
"i'm not either," i said. "i'd just like to dance with you."
he came over to my bed and sat on it while i re-folded some clothes. "i really want to get to know you girls." he smiled and said some more which made me smile some more, "and i want to get to know you the most." he took my and and i looked at him. he was smiling happily to me.
this is like some sick reality tv show, i thought. if there are cameras, god, please let them come out now!
there was a knock at the door and i dropped danny's hand as soon as someone came in. i didn't dare turn around, if it was one of my friends they would make fun of me forever.
"ha!" dougie almost-screamed. "i knew it! danny is in LOVE with veronica!! ha! HA! HA!" i blushed so hard that my face turned the color of a tomato.
"WhAt?!" i heard someone else scream, vanessa. she popped her head in the doorway. "what happened?"
"bastard! danny came over to dougie and play-punched him. he fiercely whispered, "i'm not in love with her." i knew that, but my heart sank anyways. "i just like her, that's all." i turned around and danny looked at me, then back at dougie.
"yeah, you love her baaaaa-dyyyyyy!!!!" he said it with an over-done american accent.
"DOUGIE!" dougie started to run down the hall and i thought i heard him scream,
"this is what you get for making me cry the other day."
vanessa gave me and apolegetic glance, and i snapped, "what? he's not yours."
"yet." she waved and smiled and ran after them. i walked over and closed the door. i crossed my arms over my cheast and tried hard not to think about oliver.
i shook my head, this isn't the time, or place to be thinking about it, veronica, i told myself. "just try to hold your own," i said aloud when danny came in.
"sorry." danny said as he noticed he didn't have any shoes on. "oh. the concierge told us to stop running around like monkeys."
"that's dougie."
"yeah. fortunately, he got introuble for it."
"nice."
"yeah."
"you still think he'll find us a place?"
"oh, sure."
"why?"
"'cuz i'm gunna ask."
he smiled.
---
drum lessons were a drag. isabelle was good, but it took a lot of work for harry to be moved around, so i just taught her from my 3 year drum lessons.
she caught on fast.
the show was tomorrow, but i was nervous. the dinner was tonight.
what would all of our relations be then?
kathryn & tom
vanessa & dougie
harry & isabelle
danny & me
i sighed when he told me danny was in my room. i'd only known his for a day and now i'd be sharing a room with him? i guess we wanted to get close. a year WAS a long time. to me.
we went into our room and there was two beds. thanks, god! i was still a virgin, [so was danny] plus, i didn't think we were going that far in our relationship yet.
"hey, veronica," danny said as i was looking for something to wear to the studio. the closest one was 20 minutes away, plymoth records. robert had offered a large sum of money to let us practice there. "can we go to dinner tonight?"
i froze. i never got to go on a date with a popstar before.
"um, sure." then i smiled, thinking of something good today. "because if i'm looking for a good time, i'll give you a call," quoting from 'don't stop me now' one of their songs.
danny laughed and said, "you're gonna run out of those." it was my turn to laugh.
"what do you wanna do?" i asked.
"i was hoping you'd know where to eat or something." i laughed, and he smiled.
"we can ask the concierge. i'm sure he'll know somewhere to eat," i assured him. "and maybe dancing." i smiled so he couldn't see me. dancing with danny jones. a dream. for me, though. i sighed happily.
"alright," he said. "i'm not much a dancer. but that's okay."
"i'm not either," i said. "i'd just like to dance with you."
he came over to my bed and sat on it while i re-folded some clothes. "i really want to get to know you girls." he smiled and said some more which made me smile some more, "and i want to get to know you the most." he took my and and i looked at him. he was smiling happily to me.
this is like some sick reality tv show, i thought. if there are cameras, god, please let them come out now!
there was a knock at the door and i dropped danny's hand as soon as someone came in. i didn't dare turn around, if it was one of my friends they would make fun of me forever.
"ha!" dougie almost-screamed. "i knew it! danny is in LOVE with veronica!! ha! HA! HA!" i blushed so hard that my face turned the color of a tomato.
"WhAt?!" i heard someone else scream, vanessa. she popped her head in the doorway. "what happened?"
"bastard! danny came over to dougie and play-punched him. he fiercely whispered, "i'm not in love with her." i knew that, but my heart sank anyways. "i just like her, that's all." i turned around and danny looked at me, then back at dougie.
"yeah, you love her baaaaa-dyyyyyy!!!!" he said it with an over-done american accent.
"DOUGIE!" dougie started to run down the hall and i thought i heard him scream,
"this is what you get for making me cry the other day."
vanessa gave me and apolegetic glance, and i snapped, "what? he's not yours."
"yet." she waved and smiled and ran after them. i walked over and closed the door. i crossed my arms over my cheast and tried hard not to think about oliver.
i shook my head, this isn't the time, or place to be thinking about it, veronica, i told myself. "just try to hold your own," i said aloud when danny came in.
"sorry." danny said as he noticed he didn't have any shoes on. "oh. the concierge told us to stop running around like monkeys."
"that's dougie."
"yeah. fortunately, he got introuble for it."
"nice."
"yeah."
"you still think he'll find us a place?"
"oh, sure."
"why?"
"'cuz i'm gunna ask."
he smiled.
---
drum lessons were a drag. isabelle was good, but it took a lot of work for harry to be moved around, so i just taught her from my 3 year drum lessons.
she caught on fast.
the show was tomorrow, but i was nervous. the dinner was tonight.
what would all of our relations be then?
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