The name is Ricky

Chapter 9

//well. Some people wanted a full fic so here we go!!
Later on in this fic I'll go mash it up a tiny little bit with one of my other fanfics so if you read that too you'll notice that a lot of things are the same//

Ricky's pov.
It was a few months after Glastonbury and I was seriously thinking about doing something in the music buisness again. My voice was getting better after all. All the other guys had found other jobs and had given up contact with me but I somehow didn't even mind. I was perfectly capable of living my own life. I wasn't in need of a band. Hell, not even friends. I was suprised Simon was still thinking I was a really nice and sweet person because I totally wasn't.
Being on my own most of the time was quite relaxing to be honest, and now I had noticed that I was rejecting Simon too. He would stand knocking on my door every single day but I wouldn't open. I didn't need friends. And yesterday I hadn't heard any knocking. Same for today. I feel relieved. There isn't anyone to bother me anymore. No mum and dad. No relatives. No friends. Life was finally becoming like how I wanted it. I was writing songs again and a record label had shown interrest in me. I wasn't sure about what to do yet. Signing would mean giving up my own isolated world and having to get back into the open, and that was giving up on what I had accomplished. But on the other hand, I did want to do something in the music industry again and producing wasn't my strongest point. I was good at it but not good enough to make a living out of it. Maybe I could work as a manager or something. That would mean being in the music industry but not having too much to do with people. Only making contact for planning gigs and discussing things with bands. Now I'm thinking about it, this is a terrific idea. Maybe I should contact that record label tomorrow and ask some things about other jobs to do. But first, I would need some sleep. It was already 2 am and there was nothing wrong with sleep.

I wake up from banging on my door. "Ricky! Open the door!" I hear Simon say. Shit. I need to get away. He can't find me. "Rick. We are serious. Open the door!" That wasn't Simon saying that. And we? As I put on some fresh clothes and carefully run downstairs my brain has procesed that it was Peanut saying that. I put my shoes on, get my phone and keys and run out the backdoor. I close it softly so that it won't make any noice and then run across the little garden to the gate. Once that is locked too I start running. Running away from my house and running away from memories of the past. I run for a while before I stop at a park and sit down on a bench. It is still pretty early in the morning, but the temperature is nice already.
I think about what to do next when my phone rings. It is Simon. I end the call and decide that I need a new phone number. I walk to the nearest underground station and go downtown. I wander around for a while before i actually go into a shop to buy a new phone.
When I come out again I feel relieved. Another part of my past erased. I can never truly escape from it of course but I can at least try. I still need to contact the record label and I'm glad I had written down the number on a piece of paper and put it in my coat pocket before leaving my house today. I get it out and call the label. "Hello. Mark here." The guy says. "Hi. It's Ricky Wilson. You guys contacted me about a record deal?" I say. "Hi Ricky! Yes we did! Why don't you come by? We could talk some things trough." Mark says. "Alright, sound like a plan." I say and my voice is getting weaker again. I hadn't exactly told them about the voice problems so that would be something. "I'll text you the adress. See you in a while." he says and I hang up. I wait for the text to come and walk towards the underground. When I get the text I see that the adress is not so far away from here.

Half an hour later I have arrived at the building. As I walk into the building a tall guy with a big quiff is waiting there. I have the feeling I know him from somewhere but I can't remember. He comes towards me. "You must be Ricky." He says and I nod. "I'm Dan. I own the label together with Mark." He says and once again I nod. "Follow me." he says and walks away. I follow him and we walk towards a little studio that is packed with people. "Guys. Out. Record meeting." Dan says and most of them leave. When every is out of the small room it leaves me, Dan and a guy who I assume is Mark. "Hi I'm Mark. You must be Ricky." the guy says and I nod again. "Do you want anything to drink?" Dan asks me. "No. I'm alright." I say and my voice is almost gone. "You don't sound alright." Dan says back. "Alright. I would like some tea." I say and he nods and walks out. "Take a seat." Mark says and I sit down on a chair that is standing somewhere against a wall. Dan comes back with the the an gives me a mug. I take it from him and carefully take a sip. It's still very hot so I'll have to let it rest for a while. "We wanted to ask you to join our team. We are in need of some good writers and there is also a spot for manager left." Mark says. "I would love to take the manager job. I also love writing songs but I prefer to keep them myself." I say and my voice sounds like shit. It is hurting again too. "That's alright. We will talk you trough. But do you have some vocal issues at the moment or?" Dan asks. "Yeah. Vocal chords. On most days my voice is normal but today it's shit. And I can never sing again." I say and look down at my shoes. "Oh that sucks man." Mark says and I just nod.

We spend all of the morning, afternoon and some of the evening discussing plans and I was even introduced to the band I would be managing. I heard one of them whisper that I was 'awfully quiet' but I didn't care. As long as I was a good manager they would leave me alone. At least I hoped that. It was getting later and later and everyone had left until it was just me and Dan left. "I should go home." I managed to say. My voice was reduced to a whisper and hurting like hell. "I will drop you off. It's no trouble. I live close to your place." Dan says and I nod. I had to give them my address for if there was something wrong and a million other reasons. He locks the building and we walk towards his car. As I get in and drive off I get a feeling that there is something bad. And I soon realise what as we drive into my street. There is a police car parked infront of my door, but the officers are still in the car. Dan parkes a few spots behind them and I get out. "Thanx for dropping me off." I say. "You're welcome." Dan says back and as I walk towards my frontdoor I hear him drive off so I turn around and wave. He goes right at the end of the street and he disappears out of view. As I want to unlock my door I see that there is a note on there. I read it.
They police is looking for me for possesion of drugs. Fuck. I couldn't find that one little bag a few weeks ago. I wanted to get rid of it so that I couldn't get to it and start all over again but after searching for it everywhere I couldn't find it. Simon even had helped me. He wanted me to stay clean of course so he had offered to help me searching.
I jump from a sound behind me and as I turn around it are the 2 police officers that had been sitting in the car. "I can explain it." I say first thing. Not a good move Wilson. Not good. "Yeah. They all say that." One of the officers says and he gets the handcuffs out. I have 2 options now. Go with them or run. I go with the last option. I don't know why but I move sideways, and run for my life. I know the backalleys better than they do so I should be able to win this. In the mean time I call Dan. He picks up after a few seconds. "Hi Ricky." He says. "Hi. Can I crash at your place tonight?" I ask. "Yeah of course. Explain it when you're here. But I do have some friends over." he says. "I don't care. I'm coming." I say and run as fast as I can to his flatbuilding. I run up all the stairs until I reach his floor. I run towards his door and knock. It opens after a few seconds and I stumble in. "Why are you out of breath?" Dan asks me. "Can't say." I manage to choke out. "Please say you're not on the run from the police." Dan says and I can feel his eyes looking at me. I just bow my head in shame. "Oh god Ricky. What the hell did you do?" He asks me and pushes me towards the livingroom. I sit on the couch and slowly manage to get my breath back. Dan gives me a mug of tea and I carefully take a sip. It's not that hot anymore so I drink some more. I suddenly realise I don't know the names of the other people in the room. It is like Dan can read my mind because he starts introducing them. Well, I know one because he is the lead singer of the band I'll be managing. "You obviously know Ian. And this are Ralph and Ben." Dan says and I nod. "This is Ricky." Dan says amd points at me so I won't have to talk. Because I don't think I can say anything right now. There is a knocking on the door and I jump up. "Sit back down." Dan says and he goes to open the door. Seconds later the police have caught me and I'm handcuffed. Dan plays along and starts yelling at me. "What the hell Ricky?! What have you even done? I just try to be nice to you and offering you a place to stay the night and you dare to drag me along in this?!" He yells and Ralph jumps up. "Calm down Dan." he says calmly and I can swear I can see him wink at me. "No! I won't! He betrayed me!" I can hear Dan yell as the police officers lead me out of the door. "And you're fired!!" Dan yells after me and I have to smile. I know he was acting because he smiled at me before going on a rant. And I have to say that it is pretty good. "and the bafta for best acting when a friend is arrested goes to: Dan Smith." I think and almost have to laugh. I manage to keep it in and my smile just gets bigger. I look down so that no one would see it and when I get back down and shoved into a policecar I see Simon and Peanut standing a couple of meters away. I bow my head even more in shame but feel their eyes on me. It gives me the shivers. As the police car drives away I glance up one last time to look af them but it wasn't a smart thing to do. Simon looked like he was sorry for me, and peanut looks like I had it coming. It is the worst feeling of my life, feeling like I have let Simon down.

//the beginning of the end, lol. I've added one of my favourite songs at the moment as media, just check it out if you want to :) Tá an lá go deas! //