The Leading Man (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 32 - Knock On Wood

Katie's P.O.V

Both Gov and Gordan were gone when we left the stage. We didn't see either of them, until the next day.

Vinnie, Eddie, Dylan, Stevie and I all walked out the elevator, hoped into the waiting cars, and were taken to the same venue we played last night, ready for night two!
Upon arrival, we headed to the auditorium, while stage crew fixed up new pyros, and readjusted some lights.

Gov and Gordan were stood in the centre of the room, facing the stage.
I was so glad to see the Gov was still here, but I knew bad news was coming.

"Ah, good morning, guys!" Gordan smiled at us. "Sorry, I missed the sh-"
"Gov, you disappeared last night." Dylan cut off Gordan, all eyes on the Gov.
"Yeah, I know..." He sighed, moving some hair behind his right ear. "We had business to take care of. How you guys feeling?" He asked us.
"Like crap." Eddie mumbled.
Stevie, Vince and I stayed silent, while Dylan scoffed.
"How do you think?!" He looked to the Gov.

"Like crap." Gov gave a soft smile, getting one back from Dylan.
"Thah's noh my drumki'." Stevie pointed to the stage.
"Ah! No! Headliners, now. Bigger drums!" Gordan smiled, drawing our attention to it.
"Whah abou' ma ol' kit?" Stevie asked, holding his sticks in a cross and scratching the back of his head.
"It's old news, Steven." Gordan laughed.
"Stevie... Only ma mum calls meh 'Steven'..." Stevie cringed at the name.
"Right... Well, go try out your new kit. We're also expecting a delivery on some new guitars and mics for you all, oh and Monroe, you're back with the mic stand. No more head set." Gordan turned to the rest of us.

"Wait, what?" I asked, thinking I misheard.
Gov shook his head at me, looking away.
"But I move a lot... I need my headset..." I explained.
"Just stay still." Gordan shrugged.
"Yeah, but I can't do that! Have you heard our songs? You can't stay still to them!" I argued my case.
"Just deal." Gordan waved it off and walked over to some roadies, yelling at them.

We all looked to the Gov.
"Just try it... Only one of us are going to England with you, and I've spoken to Peter..." He looked at us individually.
"We're headliners... This was supposed to be fun..." I frowned.
"I know... Some rich geeza comes in, buys you new toys, and expects you to change every aspects of who you all are, just to fit an image that you're not. He's trying to fit a circle in a triangle. It's not going to happen." Gov gave a sigh.
"OK..." Dylan spoke up. "Let's piss him off."

. . .

"ROCK AND ROLL!" I screamed, our fists in the air.
As always, we took to our stage. I went straight for my mic stand, kicked it over, blew a kiss to Gordan, and went straight into 'Look What The Cat Dragged In'. I shared Vinnie's mic with him, running up and down the stage, singing without a mic, as I couldn't help myself.

When Stevie's solo came round, Eddie 'stopped' him, and took the solo for himself, on his bass.
Our new guitars arrived just before the show. I refused to use mine, but Dylan used his - Smashing them, once he was done with them.
At the end of our show, after the encore, Stevie trashed his drumkit, kicking it down the steps, and throwing parts backstage.
The crowd loved it, but once the show was over, our social media had blown up, the fans noticing it wasn't our usual kind of show.

. . .

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS ALL THAT?!" Gordan yelled at us, as we all sat in Eddie's hotel room.
"Oh, sorry..." Eddie 'cringed', sat in a chair, by the window.
"Oh, don't tell me... I moved around?" I looked at him, as he stood in front of the door, and I sat at the foot of the bed.
Stevie was lying down on my right, his black hat over his eyes, hands on his stomach, right foot crossed over his left. He didn't care.
Dylan was leaning back on the wall, to the left of the window, just behind me, and Vince was leaning in the bathroom door way, arms crossed, and his left ankle crossed behind his right.
The Gov was M.I.A, but we weren't worried. It's 100% guaranteed he's actually doing what Gordan should be doing, right now. 

"You kids won't last in the real world! You think England are going to want to see this?" Gordan asked us.
"Yes." Stevie and I spoke plainly.
"Oh really?" Gordan crossed his arms over his chest.

The gov let himself into the room and smiled at us. "Great show, guys! I loved it. Eddie, you've been booked for an radio interview, with Morning Sounds. Brag about Vinnie. Stevie, we've got more grass coming your way! Dylan, great performance, but you left the stage in a mess, venue staff weren't too pleased, so just tone it down a notch, should it happen again. Vince, you're mum is trying to call you, just checking in. Dial your house." Gov handed Vince an old black phone, looking to be from the '80s. "And Monroe... You have a delivery... No return address, it just... shown up...?" Gov shrugged.
Stevie sat up like Dracula, while the boys all looked at me, Vinnie pausing on the dial.
"OK... Where is it?" I asked him.
"It's in the lobby... Kinda big to bring up... Staff aren't allowed to move it, without your consent." Gov explained.
"OK, I'll head down. Stevie, Dyl-Man, you coming?" I looked to my brothers.
"Yeah!" Dylan nodded, making moves to the door.
"Ma-huh!" Stevie rolled off the bed.

. . .

We walked out the elevator and to the reception.
"Hey. I was told I have a delivery down here." I said to the guy.
"Miss Monroe?" He asked for confirmation.
I nodded.
"Yes, just there!" The guy pointed out a large box, up against the wall, by the staff room door.
"Cheers." I nodded to the guy, looking to Stevie, who stood on my right, before we walked over.

It was a tall thin box, in an almost pyramid shape... A guitar?

Stevie helped me carry it to the elevators and we took it upstairs, going to the suite we had for the after party.
Tonight's party was cancelled, on the order of Gordan, but he wasn't going to rain on our parade.

We placed the box on the coffee table. Alec, Ollie, James, and the Gov were all in the room with us.
"Go on, Monroe." Dylan gave me the OK to open the box.
It had a bit of tape around it, with a label with my full name on it. Katie Louise Monroe.
"Who ya thin' i's from?" Stevie asked me, as he and Dylan stood side by side on the opposite side of the table from me.
I kneeled down on the floor and peeled off the tape. "I don't know." I shrugged softly.
"Need any help?" James offered, as the tape was a bit difficult to get at.
"Nah, I'm good." I smiled to him, as it was coming off.

Gov, James, and Ollie all joined us around the table.
Kirk, Eddie and Vince all walked into the room, as I lifted off the lid.
There was thin brown paper covering what was inside, but I already knew what it was.
The black glossy body, the maple wooden neck, the black head.

I stood up and staggered back, falling onto the couch, as my legs hit it.
"Katie?!" Kirk came over.
Everyone was looking at me.

"It's my dads guitar..."