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.
---
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.
---
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.
---
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.
---
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
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