The Leading Man (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 1 - The Band Wagon

MonroesLeftShoe: Anyone reckon Janie's Gun will come back? #RockAndRoll

SteviesQueen: I doubt it...

EddiesRightEyebrow: They could. It's only been a few months. They could be making another album as we speak...

MrsDylanChaser: No announcements have gone out. They need a new singer

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Katie's P.O.V - Boston, MA . July 18th . 09:22 AM

I sat on the sofa, my boyfriend on my left, my cousin on my right.
The TV was on - An interview I did, that has just been released. Our social medias were going crazy and I just knew I'd be the talk of the town, right now.

"Monroe, who in the band do you clash with the most?" The woman asked me.
"Yes! I love questions like this..!" I smiled, sat on a couch, backstage in San Diego. "I gotta admit... From time to time, we all clash with each other! Dylan's the dickhead friend. He requests his own hotel rooms, he doesn't share his food, he's been known to just get what he wants." I snickered. "Eddie's the 'mum' friend. He doesn't let us have our fun, unless it's fully approved by him. Not such a 'Dynamic Duo' when Eddie's around... Then, there's Stevie... Our king. My boy! My soulmate. He's a hippie, and nothing more can be said on that. He's literally all peace and love, and... It's like being in a band with George Harrison."
The interviewer laughed.

Stevie rolled up a doobie and lit it.
The smoke blew into my face, I turned, slowly, looking at him.
"This is what I meant! Take it outside!" I motioned towards the back door, with an open palm.
"'Ight! Jesus, Katie..." Stevie held his hands up, before taking it outside.
"He does that a lot... In the house." Kirk glanced at me, his attention on the TV.
"The whole house will get high..." I switched the TV off. "I can't believe we're dead..."
Kirk put his arm around me and pulled me close. "You can get it back..."
"How?" I asked him, removing his arm from around me. I sat back on the couch, my arms crossed.

Eddie was in New York, but still lives here, Dylan still lives here also, as does Stevie. Dylan's been writing songs lately, but we've nothing to do with them. We don't have a singer.

"You spoken to Gov lately?" Kirk asked me, after a short moment of silence.
"He's on a tour..." I sighed, as the house phone started to ring.
"Want me to get it?" Kirk asked.
"Yeah... We're not in." I sighed.

He got up and grabbed the phone from the cradle. "Hello?" He answered it.
He looked at me, I looked at him. "Monroe, you may want to take this call..." He held the phone out to me.
"I hate when you call me that." I took the phone from him. "Y'ah?" I asked, sounding like Stevie.
"Stevie?" Gov answered me. Speak of the devil...
"Monroe... Hey, Gov." I looked at Kirk, who shrugged at me, and headed into the kitchen.
"Hey, it's been a while. Listen, I've just got off tour and I was hoping we could all meet up? Say the room it all started in? In say... Three hours?" He asked me.
"Eddie's in New York." I told him.
"Does he live there?" Gov asked me, the sounds of cars passing by him.
"Nah, he's just been staying with Maria for the last month." I shook my head.

Dylan came into the living room, with his acoustic guitar, and sat in Kirk's place.
"We're gonna need the man... Get him down here. It'll be worth your while! I'm still your manager, after all." Gov smirked.
"You got it, Gov." I smiled small.
We both hung up and Dylan looked at me.

He's clearly only just woken up, as he's got no shirt on, his red plaid pyjama pants, and his goldilocks hair tied back.
"Gov?" He asked me, his voice deep, groggy, and pretty silky.
"He wants us to meet him, in three hours." I told him.
"Phone." Dylan held his hand out for it.
I placed it in his hand and grabbed a cushion from the couch, throwing it to the back door.
Stevie came into view, like a meerkat spying danger. His hair looking like a hedgehog.
"Get in 'ere, now!" I waved him in.
He stomped out his stick, and came inside, as Dylan started to talk.
"Eddie! How are you?!" He asked. "Yeah, good-" He didn't give Eddie a chance to speak. "Gov's asking for us. Three hours, today. Get down here..."
"We don't know what it's about yet..." I looked at the dickhead.
Dylan chuckled, hanging up.

. . .

Stevie parked the van and we all climbed out. Eddie was on the train, getting his ass back over here. He should be here in the next half hour or so...
We walked into the building, signed ourselves in, and headed up to where it all began.

"Studio Three..." I sighed, as we all looked at the door.
Dylan did the honours, knocking on the door, before we all entered.

The gov'nor was sat at the soundboard, a coffee on the go, his lunch packed to the side, the room looking as good as it was when we left it.
"Hello." Gov smiled at us.
"Hey, Gov." I smiled at him.

The atmosphere was sad. Like a rainy day, though the sun was out in Boston today.

"Grab a seat." Gov let us all in, though he didn't have to.
I sat in the seat next to him, Dylan and Stevie taking the couch.
"Eddie?" Gov asked.
"On the train, as we speak." Dylan told him.
Gov nodded. "Strange, huh? You didn't get to taste the headliners advantages..."
We all nodded.
"I don't even feel like we made it..." I frowned.
"And that's why I called you all in today... Peter is giving us until October to get a new album out." Gov looked at us all.
"We don't have a singer. I have new songs, yes, but no one to sing them." Dylan spoke up.
"What about Eddie? He was co-lead anyway..." Gov asked.
"We need a new guy- or girl! We're a five piece. Janie's Gun." I told him.
"OK, so we audition..." Gov nodded at us.
Silence.
"Let's post it on all social medias. We're looking for someone who can sing like James Hetfield, with Axl Rose's power, and Elton John's energy." Gov took the words right from us.
"Reckon they're out there?" Dylan asked.
"I' worth a try, Dyl..." Stevie spoke up.
"Rock and Roll." I nodded at my band.