The Leading Man (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 33 - British

Katie's P.O.V

I lifted the paper, having it fall over the box, dripping like a waterfall.
"Whoa..." Dylan whispered, as it was all there to see.
"Bloody hell... I've never seen nothing like it." Gov smiled.
No one could take their eyes off it.
"It's engraved on the neck." Eddie pointed it out, not touching, words written in black, on the third threat, almost hard to see.
He crouched, standing between Stevie and Dylan, looking at the words. "Franklin Monroe." He whispered out.

"There's a letter... Would you like me to read it?" Gov spoke up, grabbing a white piece of paper, which was folded up gently, placed as a barrier between the guitar and the bottom of the box.
I looked at him, not knowing what to say. I nodded.

"Dear Katie." He looked me in the eyes, before looking to the letter and reading.
"This machine has been sitting in the corner for a long, long time. I've no use for it. I can't make her sing, like Frankie could... but I know that you can.
You are so much like the man himself, I can't believe what I see and what I'm hearing. He was the luckiest man in the world, having you for his daughter. You are amazing. You are so strong. You are the whole wide world... Play this machine, like the man himself did. He'll be right there besides you, as you always were for him...
Don't let the bastards get you down.
Sending all the love."

"It doesn't say who it's from..." Gov looked over the sheet and shook his head.
I noticed Eddie looking down, wiping a tear away, while everyone stood in silence.
I burst out crying.

"Kate." Kirk hugged me.
I buried my face in his shirt, crying into his chest.
He held me close, rubbing my back, trying to calm me, as the guys all watched.
"Do you know who sent it?" Dylan broke the silence.
I nodded, weakly, in Kirk's chest.
"Yeah, she knows." He answered for me. "I don't, though..."
"I on'y know one pers'n who calls you 'the whole 'ide worl'." Stevie scratched the back of his head.
I wiped my tears, looking over at him, nodding. He knows.

. . .

"Kids!" A voice called out to us.
Five pairs of eyes looked down the corridor, seeing a group of people walking this way.
The leader of the pack was Finley himself.

We were in the venue, hanging out in the corridor backstage, outside Dylan's dressing room.
Behind Peter Finley was Riki Rachtman, Steven Tyler, Joe and Billie.
"Yeah, we wanna talk to you too." Dylan pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on.
We grouped up, us five facing them five.
"Your gov doesn't deal with small bands... That's his place in this business. It's his position. It's what I pay him to do. I'm a very busy man. You're co headlining England, with Aerosmith. Riki here knows Gordan personally. Talk to him." With that Peter walked through us, over towards the stage.

We then turned to Riki.
"Don't pull any MTV shit on me." Dylan growled.
"Who is this guy?" I asked Eddie.
"American TV. VH1. He's... Not important to us." Eddie shook it off, standing on my right.
I gave a nod. "Hi, Joe. Hi, Billie. Hi, Steven!"
"Miss Monroe!" Steven bowed to me.
"Mr T!" I bowed back.
Riki laughed. "What's the problem?"

Dylan lay it all out, not stopping for even a breath.
"Get Finley to promote the Gov, or-"
"If you're from TV, then how do you know Gordan?" I butted in, things not making much sense.
Stevie gasped, and grabbed his phone from his pocket, starting to type.
"We're old friends..." Riki answered, looking at Stevie, who was standing on my left, with great interest.
Stevie gasped again, and shoved his phone in my face.
I gasped looking at what he found.

. . .

"YOU'RE A FUCKING REALITY STAR?!" Dylan screamed at Gordan, all of us up on the stage, where Gordan was hiding.
"Now, hold on-"
"NO! I'm sick of your shit! I want you off this fucking tour, right now! I'm trying to build a serious career in the music industry, and you're passing a fucking TV personality my way?! NO!" Dylan was going crazy.
"Oh, come on!" Gov cried out. "You didn't tell them that shit?! You're not being honest with them, so how could you expect them to follow your lead?!" He looked to Gordon, before turning to Peter. He was stood up at the drumkit, just two steps down from it, looking over all of us. "Send me to England. I'll prove to you I can do this. I'm fully capable. I'm the sixth member of this band, no one knows these guys, like I do. If this tour fails, then you won't hear from me again, and it's up to you, the fate of these guys, but the only way everyone will be happy, is if you give me that chance."

Peter looked down at the stage, thinking. We knew we were all out of line, but we weren't in the wrong.
"I've worked for you, from my 20th birthday. You know me, Peter." Gov finished.
Peter nodded. He looked up at the Gov, nodding more. "Yeah. I do know you... I know you very well- Too well!"
That didn't sound good. Eddie and I shared a look, our fate lying in the hands of Peter.
"Take them to England. No bullshit. Gordan, you'll be going too, but Phil's in charge." Peter instructed.
I made a fist for victory, as Dylan's shoulders deflated - A sigh of relief.
"You had better get your hands dirty, and roadie up. This is your only shot, Phil." Peter looked from Gordan to the Gov.
"You got it, chief!" Gov smiled at him.

With that Peter left the stage.
"I did tell you." Riki looked to Gordan, before following after the boss.
"Now, hang on!" Gordan chased after him.
"So, we're going to England..." Gov smiled at us.
"Yeah, and co headlining with Aerosmith!" I pointed to Joe.
"This is a dream come true... Literally!" Dylan smiled at us, holding his hands on his knees, as if he was about to faint.
"Fucking hell, man!" Eddie beamed out.
None of us could believe it.
"We're number one, we keep the Gov, we're sharing a stage with Aerosmith, and we're hitting England!" I smiled.

We all looked at each other, Vince, Dylan, Stevie, Eddie, and I, before we had a group hug, jumping up and down, screaming.
"WE DID IT! WE DID IT! WE DID IT!" I screamed.