The Leading Man (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 7 - Tearin' Down The Walls

Katie's P.O.V

"Screamin', scratchin'
Tearin' down the walls
Little by little, inch by inch
Tearin' down the walls!"
Eddie sung out, as Dylan handed him his lyric book.

"I'm thinking something epic, so like..." I started to some rhythm.
"Da na, na, na-na. Da na, na, na-na, na, na." Stevie nodded his head, as I kept messing around, until I found something I liked along that tune.
"Yeah! Vince, get in here. You gotta be singing this!" Dylan called out.
"On my way!" Vinnie nodded, before talking to the gov.
He pointed out it was just the next room, and Vinnie soon found us.

"Try singing this. Pause on a clap, after each word. Your clap is Stevie's beat." Dylan gave him the lyrics, taking them from Eddie.
"Uh..." Vinnie didn't get it.
He looked over at Stevie, who nodded him over to himself.
"Screamin'. One beat f'om me, th'n you sing i' again. 'Tearin' down tha walls'. All t'gether, th'n bac' to the same as the first line, just saying 'Little by little'." Stevie pointed it all out.
"OK, got it." Vinnie nodded at him.
"You understood that?" I asked him, as he walked passed me to the mic.
"Yeah. Worked for me." He smiled at me.
"I thought I was the only one who understood him..." I frowned, feeling Stevie was being taken from me.
"Y'r still mah fav'rite." Stevie looked over at me.
I just nodded, with a sad shrug, before trying out the rhythm again.

. . . 

~ 06:28 PM ~

"You're my fatal attraction
Oh, no, I can't stop
You're my midnight fantasy
You're my cream of the crop

I'm comin' home, girl
I'm comin' home

You're my soaking wet ecstasy
Like sex on the beach
I want to take you home now, girl
Gonna practice what I preach, dig

I'm comin' home, girl
I'm comin' home now!"
Vince nailed it.

"Take a break!" Dylan stopped playing. "I'm tired..."
Eddie suddenly looked up at him alarmed. "You OK?" He asked him.
"Yeah. Just tired... Relax, man." Dylan shook his head at him.
"What's going on?" I asked them. It was like Eddie knew something I didn't.
Eddie looked from me to Dylan.
"It's nothing, girl! I'm fine!" Dylan laughed. "We've been at it for two hours, almost."
"I'm hung'y!" Stevie pouted.
"Let's call it a day, guys! Go home, get some dinner." Gov yawned out, stretching his arm out.

"Y'ah!" Stevie bolted up and ran out the studio.
Vinnie was laughing, watching the door close behind Stevie.
I packed my guitar away, about to ask Eddie about what was going on, when Kirk came into the room, peeking around the door.

"Stevie, said you're done for the day." He looked at me.
"Yeah!" I smiled at him. How could I not?
"You want a ride home?" He walked over to me, taking my guitar cord from me, ravelling it up.
"Please." I smiled, yawning out.
"Great job today, guys! Same time tomorrow." Gov smiled at us, before standing up, collecting his black denim jacket and switching off the panel.

I jumped onto Kirk's back, and he carried me out the studio, Eddie, the last one out, switching off the lights behind us.
"Night, guys!" One of the other producers smiled to us, as he passed us in the hall.
"Night!" We all replied back to him.
"Is it straight to yours then, Monroe?" Vinnie asked, walking next to Kirk.
"Yeah." I replied tiredly, hiding my face in Kirk's neck.

It was a long day...

. . .

I climbed out the mini van, Stevie switching the engine off as I opened the passenger door. I just wanted to get inside...

I kicked the door shut and walked up the front steps, letting out a yawn.
"..,man. This is where we're staying." I heard Eddie smile, down by the mini van.
I looked back to my band, as they were all making their way up to the door.

I tried the handle, seeing it was open, and let us all in.
"Whoa..." Vinnie gasped, taking his first steps inside.
"Mi casa su casa, but not literally." I smiled at the guy.
He chuckled, standing in the centre of the hallway, looking up at the chandelier, just like the guys did the first time they walked in here.
"Come on, dude." I nodded into the living room, following Dylan and Stevie.

. . .

Vince's P.O.V

I followed after Kirk, who walked into the living room behind Monroe. The piano was the first thing I saw, Stevie taking a seat behind it, starting to play some soft melodic tune.
"Stevie, is that you?!" A mans voice called out, from somewhere in the hall.
"We're home! Can we get pizza delivered?!" Monroe asked, as Dylan was holding up a menu, looking at her as if saying 'I found this. We're doing this'.
They were gathered around the 'L' shaped sofa, all looking tired from our studio day.

Monroe was sat on the couch, Kirk sat on her left, with her legs over his lap. Eddie was sat on the end of the sofa, his back to the piano, stretching out for the evening, and Dylan was stood by the side table, holding the pizza menu.

This house was huge. Bigger then the house I live in, and that is quite a big one!
I stood in the doorway, unsure as to what I should do. I didn't want to cause any trouble, or sit where one of the guys usually sat. I'd hate to make any enemies here.

"We can get pizza. How was the studio?" Aerosmith's very own Joe Perry walked into the room from behind me.
He stood on my right, standing tall, looking over at the group on the couch.
"Great! Wrote a song, played some guitar... Yeah. Can we get an OPP?" Monroe replied to his question.
I smiled. She's crazy!
I hope I didn't upset her, with the whole Stevie thing...

"Hawaiian!" Eddie raised his hand up.
"And you must be Vince Morgan..." Joe turned to me.
"Yes, sir." I nodded at him.
"Sir?" Dylan snickered, looking to Monroe.
"He's a fan..." Monroe whined.
Bad move...
Joe just chuckled. "Just call me 'Joe'... What pizza would you like?" He smiled at me.
"Uh..." I couldn't think. What do I normally get?
"I wan' a cheesy piz'a, w'th peppers, pepperoni, an' 'shrooms." Stevie spoke up.
"Hey, that sounds good! Can I get the same?" I asked, looking over at him.
"We cah share...?" Stevie shrugged.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks!" I smiled. I'm gonna share a pizza with the Stevie King. Are you fucking kidding me?!?!

I noticed Monroe frown and sink into the sofa some, out of the corner of my eye.
I looked over to her, seeing her pull out her phone and start playing on it, showing something to Kirk, who snickered in response.
I don't think she likes me...

. . . 

I lay on the hammock, in Eddie's room. There was only the one bed, so for the nights Stevie wanted to crash with Eddie, Billie and Joe set up a hammock in here for him.
He chose to crash in Monroe's room for a while, leaving me free to have the hammock.
It was comfortable. Blue, with green stripes. I had a black and red reversible duvet, that clashed with the hammock, but I didn't care.
Eddie's bed was made up, tidily. It had a peacock feathered pattern duvet, with a small grey teddy bear sat against the pillows.

The teddy wore a red shirt, with white writing on it, saying 'One in a million'. It was really cute, leaving me guessing it was a gift from Maria.

Marie... Man, I was missing her bad...