That Thing You Do! (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 36 - Dream Until Your Dream Comes True

Dylan's P.O.V

"... Woman, you should see this place!" I smiled, talking to Vikki on the hotel phone.
Monroe was unpacking her suitcase, making the room a bit more homey for us.
"It's like 'Pretty Woman'! You know with Julia Roberts?" I smiled, looking out our bedroom window.
"Oh, I love that film!" Vikki smiled in reply.

The view was amazing. You could actually see the Hollywood sign! . . . In the far back.
The room was huge. Two double beds, with a flat screen TV, up on the wall, a bathroom to the left, as you walk into the room, and a large open closet opposite.
I wish it was only me in here, but I'm not sharing with Eddie's mom!

I balanced the phone on my shoulder, as I grabbed a purple bandana and tied it around the lamp shade, that was between the beds.
"Wish you were here, Vikki. It'd be a great career move for you." I sighed, thinking about her.
"Yeah, but it's just not my time yet. This is your time." She was always so positive.
I laughed. "Glad you see it that way. We don't even know what this contract will say, what our offer will be. It could still go tits up..." I admired my work, before I sat on my bed.
I got the pick of the room, so I chose the bed by the window. Monroe didn't seem to care. Guess she was just happy to have a double bed... Has to be better then the futon, in her bedroom, right?

"My mom's calling me, Dylan. I gotta go. You guys take care of each other and don't be stupid. Enjoy yourselves!" Vikki smiled, with a friendly warning.
"We will. We'll call you after the meeting, tell you how it goes... Take care, doll." I wish she was here.
"I'm so jealous of you guys- Coming, mom! -Speak soon. Sending all the love and best wishes!" Vikki pouted.
"Right back at-cha!" I smiled, before hanging up.
"Somebody's in loooove!" Monroe sung out.
"Oh, you do sing!" I looked at her, as she was right.
"Pfft!" Monroe dived onto her bed, facing upwards. "Not bad." She smiled, looking up at the ceiling.
"Get used to it. This is our home for the week." I smiled at her, lying on my bed.

. . .

Katie's P.O.V

It was all happening so fast...

Dylan woke me up the next morning, I showered, got dressed, met the boys in Eddie's room for breakfast, we hung around in his room, until his mum showed up.
We all caught up with her, she caught up with us, then by 01:00 PM, we were off to the EMI's LA HQ . . . the Capital Records building.

Five kids, all completely different from each other stood at the side of the road, looking up at the building.
"I's so round." Stevie looked at it, a blunt hanging from his lips.
He stood in the middle, with Todd on his right, then Eddie. Me on his left, then Dylan, on my left.
Monica smiled at us, standing next to Eddie. "Well, we have an appointment." She nudged us on.
"Yeah... Holy hell." Dylan whispered.
"When you're ready, mate..." I looked up at him, as he looked nervous.
Todd just started walking, which kinda pissed me off, but we really should get inside...

Dylan nodded and looked at Stevie, Eddie and I. "All of us, or none of us."
"Rock and roll!" I nodded.
"Le's go!" Stevie stomped out his blunt.
"Come on!" Todd shouted from the doors.
"Let's do it." Eddie smiled at Dylan.

We walked up the steps and to the main doors.
Todd walked in, leaving us behind.
Monica opened the door for us, as it closed behind Todd, and it was like the fucking movies!
Slow motion, four best friends walking into their future, whether it's a good choice, or bad choice, they don't care. They're doing it together, and that's what matters.

We walked up to the desk, seeing we caught some peoples attention, and we actually fitted in a bit more in this place.
Still, people wore suits, but not all of them.
Stevie, Dylan, and Eddie all wore black leather pants. Dylan wore a black Jack Daniel's tee, with a blue bandana around his head, his black boots and a black cowboy hat.
Stevie wore the same as he did yesterday, only having changed his pants, from jeans to leather.
Eddie wore a grey ripped up tank top, with a black leather jacket, and black combat boots.
Todd wore a red leather jacket, white David Bowie shirt, black skinny jeans, with grey trainers, and dark sunglasses.
Then, there's me... Red and black striped jeans, one green and one blue converse, a black Guns N' Roses tank top, purple and black striped arm warmers, with my red bowler hat, and, as always, my key necklace. Never take it off.

There were three women on the reception, as we approached. They all looked up at us.
They all looked about the same. White dress shirts, black or grey blazers, hair tide up in some fashion...
"Hi, welcome to Capitol Records! Do you have an appointment?" The middle one smiled at us. Brunette. Wanna say... early thirties?
"Janie's Gun. We have an appointment with Peter Finley." Todd spoke up, standing in the middle.
She typed at her computer. "Right. I'll let him know you're here. Someone will show you up." She smiled.

We all nodded, getting a look around the reception.
"How many of our idols have walked through those doors?" Todd asked us, nodding to the doors, making sure his hair was right.
"All of them." Dylan brushed it off, ignoring Todd.
"Excuse me... Have we met before?" A guy came over to us. He had blond hair, cut short, with a longish fringe, with a single ear pierced, wearing white jeans, a black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and black shoes. A smart look, only the accessories would say otherwise. A gold chain around his neck, gold hoop earring, bracelets all up his arms. He was talking to me.
"I don't know... I don't think so." I would remember him, wouldn't I?
"I'm sure I've seen you before... Who are you here to see?" He asked us, mainly talking to me.
"Peter Finley." Dylan told him, standing on my left.
"I'll show you up!" The guy smiled. "I got these guys!" The guy called to reception, nudging me to follow.
I shrugged and walked with my band and Monica.

The guy, who hasn't given us his name, led us to the elevator and pressed for the fourteenth floor.
"Are you a promotor?" He looked back at me, as I stood behind him, just to his right.
"No." I shook my head. "I'm only eighteen." I smiled.
"Eighteen?!" He gasped. "... I've met you before."
"You guys related?" Eddie asked, stood next to Monica, in the back of the lift.
"Nah, he noh a Monroe." Stevie smiled, with a face like Willy Wonka had on the chocolate river ride, in Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory. 
We all snickered, looking at him.
"Monroe?" The guy asked. "Don't know anyone personally with that name..."

The lift doors opened and we followed the guy out, heading to the left. Doors on both sides, lined a corridor.
Dylan grabbed my arm, pulling me back, to walk with him. "Do you know him?" He asked quietly.
"No, man! I'd remember him! He looks like a pirate!" I spoke honestly.
"He's sure he knows- Joe." Dylan stopped walking.
"Joe." I nodded. This guy probably recognizes me through Joe. A show or something...
We nodded at each other and caught up with the group.
The guy knocked on a door on our left, probably about seven doors from the elevator, and peeked in. "Peter!" He smiled.
"Bring them in! Cathy said they were with you. What a mistake!" We heard Peter laugh inside.
We all snickered, having no clue.
"Rude!" The guy laughed, before he pushed open the door and let us all in.
"Todd, Stevie, Eddie, Dylan, and miss Monroe!" Peter sat at a large desk. He was his own boss... "Grab a seat!" He pointed out two couches facing each other, between his desk and the front door.