That Thing You Do! (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 48 - Talk Dirty To Me

Katie's P.O.V - Fours Months On The Road . Pittsburgh, PA

"What the actual fuck?!" Gov asked, storming onto the set.
Stevie sat at his drums, I held my guitar, standing by the bass drum, with Eddie on my left.
"Todd's done a bunker! The fucking twat is a no show. How can we shoot a video without your lead singer?!" Gov was yelling.
I cringed, as he's never been this way before. It was new.
"Hey, check me out..." Dylan came from make up, over on our right, Stevie's left.
Eddie whistled.
"You look like a girl!" I laughed at him.
"Great, right?!" Dylan smiled, doing a twirl. "No Todd?" He asked.
"Right first time! Congratulations, Dylan, what will you be doing with the prize money?" I asked him, acting like a game show host from the '70s or '80s.
He snickered, but his eyes told me he was really pissed off with Todd. We all were at this point.

"He don' even do no in'erviews, an' he don' lieh talkin' t' fans..." Stevie sighed.
We were all frustrated.
"If you can't get me a singer in five minutes! This shoot is off!" The director cried out at the gov.
"You know what would be fun..." I got an idea.
"What?" Dylan asked me, taking his hair out from under the long coat he wore.
"What if... we did the video... Eddie and Dylan, you two could sing. We could fuck about and do shit, y'know... You are co lead vocals, anyway." I looked at Eddie. "It's a fuck you to Todd, 'cause we can do this without him, and it's also a treat for our fans..." I smiled. "Plus, he's not even on the album cover."
"I'm in." Stevie smiled.
I smiled back at him and looked to the boys.
They looked at each other and both approached the director and the gov.

Words were traded and the director smiled. "Places everyone! Quiet on the set! Guys just play your instruments, Dylan take the mic for the first few shots, then I want Eddie on the mic. Do what you do. Give us your energy!" The man smiled at us.
"Go it, so just like on stage?" I asked.
"Yes! Just like on stage!" He smiled, pointing at me.
I nodded and took to my place.
Dylan stood centre stage and Eddie stood on the left.
"In three, two, one... Cue the music!" Talk Dirty To Me started to play. "And... Action!"
We started to jam.

. . .

During my solo scenes, I was jumping about and spinning so much, I lost my balance, falling to the floor, but kept on playing.
Stevie had two girls holding some drums for him, and he went back and forth banging on them... The drums! Not the girls.
Eddie did some funny hopping shit, that he got me and Dylan in on, like the old school guitar moves.
And Dylan... Well, Dylan got to be the start of the video. He calls up a girls number, her mum answers and puts her on the phone, she starts lusting over Dylan (like a lot of our fans do), and he smiles, before saying 'Hit it, Monroe!', where it goes to me, sat on some gear boxes, playing my guitar, that I throw off to the side. Ollie caught it, ready on stand by, off screen!

The video shoot was a blast, and screen time was looking promising!

The label weren't expecting 'Talk Dirty To Me' to be such a hit. Every week, Gov would walk onto our bus and dump a copy of the charts onto the table. We've been climbing up it and fast.
We've all done at least four interviews each, Todd doing four, Eddie having done about Fourteen. I've done ten, two of them with Stevie, two with Eddie, the rest with Dylan.
The press is calling us the dynamic duo! . . . I've always wanted a terror twin!

We've had fan mail, Dylan's had one night stands, we've even had a threesome, which really brought us closer together, as she was pretty smokin'!

Two months in, we were told the album was making serious money. We did as promised - 15% to Janie's Fund, and a straight 50% of what was left, from us each, went to Vikki.
She's now living in LA. Kirk and Maria saw her off and sent her her belongings. We've paid for her apartment, food, furniture, even hooked her up with some contacts we've gained.
We've seen her in small features, but in great magazines, so we know she's now climbing the ladder. We're all very sad we couldn't be there, to see her go, but we did as we promised.
Unfortunately, that was the end of a possible Dylan and Vikki...

However, we're still on the AC/DC tour, Hell Hounds were starting to scratch each others eyes out, Alec's become one of our best friends, and we even paid to get Samantha to fly out and see him.
She arrived last night, I met her in the hotel lobby. She's average height, with long dark hair, and round glasses, in one of those chairs, with a control stick. She's paralyzed from the waist down. She's got the sweetest country accent you have every heard, and a smile to go with it.
I took her up to Alec's room and knocked on the door, before running off.

Samantha laughed, and waited for her boyfriend.
He opened the door and dropped to his knees, smiling at Samantha.
I headed to mine and Eddie's room after that, giving them their privacy.
This morning, before leaving for the shoot, Alec caught up to us and hugged us all. Todd had no part in it, so he wasn't around, but Alec was thanking us a thousand times...

After the shoot, the car stopped outside the hotel.
A cluster of fans starting coming at the car, all screaming for us!
"Holy shit!" I looked out the front window, sat in the passenger seat, smiling.
My door opened and the gov grabbed my arm.
I ripped my belt off and gov kept me close, grabbing the door for Dylan, who was in the back of the car. We were in two cars, me and Dylan in car two, Eddie and Stevie in car one. It was mayhem!

Hotel security had to help out, getting Eddie and Stevie inside.
"Monroe, I love you!" A girl screamed.
I laughed. "You too!"
The gov put an arm around me and had to push me through the crowd, getting us inside, dragging Dylan behind him.
I got a glimpse of bowler hats, and odd coloured converse. Joe was right...

"ROCK AND ROLL!" A guy shouted out, before the door closed behind us.
"Rooms, now!" Gov pushed us to the lifts.
"That was amazing!" I smiled, heading for the elevators.
"Like the Beatles!" Eddie laughed.
We all agreed and headed for the Gov's room.

"The fuck is going on?!" Todd stood in Gov's room, stood by the window.
"Where the fucking hell have you been?!" Dylan growled at him.
"Boys!" Gov called out.
"In a meeting, with Peter! Where were you lot?!" Todd pointed at us.
"At our video shoot, you two faced bastard!" I glared at him.
The doors closed behind me, and the room was silent.
Stevie stood on my right, his lipstick smudged from a fan kissing him, Eddie stood in front of us, facing Todd, his hair all hair sprayed to the max, and Dylan was in front of him, like death standing at your door. Todd was cornered, we were done with his shit.