That Thing You Do! (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 35 - Let's Rock 'nd Roll

Katie's P.O.V - November 20th

"Where the fuck is my fucking coat?!" I ran downstairs.
"On the hanger! You seen my black boots?!" Dylan hurried passed me, going upstairs.
"How many pairs of pants should I take?!" Stevie called from upstairs.
"All of them!" Dylan, Eddie, Todd and I shouted back to him.
I grabbed my coat, as Billie walked out the kitchen.
"Sweetie, it's too hot in LA for your coat. Take your Guns N' Roses jacket, with your shorts, but also take jeans!" She took my coat from me, hanging it back up.
"OK." I nodded, not knowing where to go. I took a breath and ran back upstairs.

Our flight was in four hours. Todd was packed and came over, now helping us pack, but this was mayhem.
"Do we take guitars?! Yes or no?!" Eddie called out, inside his room.
"No!" Joe called back, somewhere in the house.
"Why not?!" I walked out my room asking him.
"You're signing a contract with a label. Not recording, yet. You'll be in LA for one week, then back here. If you wish to make your record in LA, then by all means, but you will be coming back here in a weeks time!" Joe explained.
"OK, so do I need to call my mom?" Eddie walked out his and Stevie's room.

Joe walked out Dylan's room. "Yes. You're seventeen. You'll need a parental signature. Kate, you'll be fine." Joe nodded to me.
I nodded, smiling at him. "Yeah."
"You did it, Kate." Joe smiled at me.
"Bet you wish I hadn't." I looked at him, as Eddie went back into his room to call his mum.
"Well..." Joe shrugged. "You're life won't be the same. We're proud of you. All of us." Joe was talking about my mum and dad, when he said 'all of us'.
I smiled at him and hugged his waist. "I love you, Joe."
"I love you too. Now, stop panicking! You're fine for time!" Joe smiled at us all.

. . .

"We'll call you!" I hugged Vikki for the millionth time.
"You better." She pouted, hugging my neck.
I closed my eyes and squeezed her.

"Monroe..." Eddie spoke up.
I looked over at him and he nodded that we had to go.
"I love you." I whispered to Vikki.
"I love you too... and remember who your first fan was, OK?" Vikki smiled sadly, letting me go.
"How could I forget? You've always stood by me." I smiled at her.
"Sorry Kirk couldn't come..." She sighed. He had an induction day at collage.
"Yeah... Hug him for me?" I asked her.
"I will." Vikki nodded.
"Last words?" I asked her.
"Rock and roll?" She smiled, shrugging, not knowing what to say.
I nodded and gave her one last quick hug, before walking over to the guys.

Joe, Billie, Aaron, and I had a farewell, back at the house. I'm pretty drained, emotionally.

We headed to the boarding gate and I took one last look at Joe, Billie, and Vikki.
Next time I see them, I'll be in a signed band.

"ROCK AND ROLL!" I held up the devil horns and smiled at them.
Joe shook his head, laughing, Billie was shushing me, and Vikki held the horns back to me.

. . .

"Stevie, are you OK?" Todd leaned over in his seat, nudging Stevie, sat on my left.
Eddie was by the window, then Todd, then in the next row of seats, it was Stevie, me, then Dylan.
Stevie was out of it, but not because of drugs.
"It's the lack of grass..." I whispered. "He's fine."
Todd made a 'O' face, with a nod, and sat back.
"We've only just taken off... It's a six hour flight of this..." Dylan nudged me, looking at Stevie.
"Excuse me, miss!" Eddie waved for a flight attendant. "Do you have any berries, for my friend? He's not feeling to great and loves red berries."
"Of course. I'll see what we have." The lady smiled and walked away.
"D' y'ah say berries...?" Stevie looked at Eddie, sounding sad.
"Yeah, Stevie. Berries. You remember?" I asked him.
He looked at me and gave me the middle finger, making Dylan laugh.

. . .

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you could all fasten your seatbelts, we'll now be descending into LAX." The pilot announced.
Dylan got back from the gents and fastened up.
"Do you have lipstick on...?" I asked him, looking at him.
He wiped at his mouth furiously, the guys all looking at him.
"Kidding!" I laughed, as he panicked.
"Fuck off, Monroe!" Dylan threatened to back hand me, laughing.
We all laughed and buckled up.

. . .

"You ever been to LA before?" Todd asked us, as we waited for everyone to clear the plane some, before we all got up.
"Nah, first time." Dylan shook his head.
"Joe's had concerts here, I've attended, but I've never really stayed here. Just one nights." I told him.
"Who's meeting us?" Eddie asked, as Dylan decided to get up, as it was clearer.
"Someone from the label... Isabella, or something..." He replied.
We all nodded and got up.

. . .

"Hey, guys!" A woman smiled, as we approached her. "Janie's Gun?" She asked us.
"Yeah!" We all pretty much spoke up.
She introduced herself as Isabella and grabbed a trolley for us, so we didn't have to carry our bags. She was tall, with long brown hair, worn down, with a paper boy cap on, with a white dress shirt, black waist coast, black skinny jeans, and high heels boots.
She showed us outside, where two black SUVs were waiting.

Me and Dylan climbed in one, with Isabella, and Todd, Eddie, and Stevie climbed in the other.
We were going to the hotel we would be staying in for the week. Pretty exciting.

"Any questions, before we get there?" Isabella asked us, sat in between us.
"Yeah! Where can we get marijuana? Stevie's reliant." Dylan asked.
"He's not reliant." I spoke up.
"She doesn't understand drugs. He's reliant." Dylan waved me off.
"We can get some for him. Is it bad? Rehab?" Isabella asked us.
"Not that bad. He needs it, like we need to shower." Dylan explained.
"OK. We can sort something out for him!" Isabella made a note on her phone.
I rolled my eyes, but Dylan was probably right... I don't really know shit about drugs.

. . .

Ballroom Hotel... Hmm... Sounds nice... Looks grand... Looks like the hotel in Home Alone 2.

We walked into the lobby, some bell boys grabbed our bags for us. Our rooms were already booked, we just had to check in.
"Hope you're all alright with having two to a room?" Isabella asked us, as she checked us in.
"Eddie and Todd, Monroe and Stevie." Dylan didn't give anyone a chance.
"Sounds good." Eddie nodded, standing on Dylan's left.

I stood next to Stevie, at the back of the pack, standing in the centre of the reception. It was the size of a ballroom.
We stood out so badly.
I was wearing ripped jeans, with a Aerosmith tee, along with converse - odd coloured, and my bowler hat.
Stevie wore a black T Rex shirt, with a sleeveless jacket, skinny jeans, black converse, and loads of bracelets on his arms. He looked at me and I looked at him, before we rushed to keep up with the guys.

They were headed for the elevators.

Looking around, all the women were dressed up proper. They wore dresses, and had their hair tied up, with expensive jewellery. All the men wore suits.
We're literally a bunch of kids.

"Hey, it's OK. We're all together." Eddie put an arm around me.
"Did I say that out loud?" I asked him.
"Yeah. I thought you were talking to me." He smiled, being nice about it.
"It's like 'Pretty Woman', we shouldn't be in a place this grand." I told him.

The elevator doors opened and even that was huge!
"Thirteenth floor." Isabella told us, as we piled in.
"Great!" Eddie smiled. "Hey, Dylan..." He started.
"What?" Dylan looked at him, as the door closed, a moment after Todd hit the thirteenth floor button.
"My mom's flying in. She'll be here tomorrow, to sign the contract for me... If we go through with it... Would you mind sharing a room with Todd, whiles she's here?" Eddie asked slowly.
We all looked at Dylan, Isabella not understanding.
"..." Dylan looked at Eddie.

They were stood by the doors, so the rest of us were stood awkwardly.
"Is everything alright?" Isabella asked, standing on my right, with Stevie on my left.
"Don't ask that." I whispered, having it go unheard.
"OK..." Dylan whispered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "How about this... Todd shares with Stevie, I share with Monroe, you share with your mom?" Dylan glared at him.
"Sure..." Eddie looked at me and Stevie.
"He can't sleep with Stevie, it's either suicide or murder, and I love them both." I told him.
"Yeah, I get that." Eddie nodded, as we reached our floor.
"You can pick our room, Dyl-man." I offered, with a smile.
"I will." Dylan took a key from Isabella and walked off.
I nodded to Stevie, who waved to me, and I ran after Dylan.