The Leading Man (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 35 - American Cowboys In London

Katie's P.O.V

WE'RE IN ENGLAND!
Yes. You heard me right.

WE'RE IN ENGLAND!

Stevie and I stepped outside the airport and took a deep breath.
"Home sweet home." We both smiled, looking at each other.
The whole gang were here.
Gov, James, Ollie, Alec, Kirk, Dylan, Eddie, Maria, Vince, Sherrie, Stevie, myself, Joe, Billie, Steven T, Joey, Tom, Brad, their manager, their roadies. We were getting some small town London based band to open for us, but they're meeting up with us tomorrow.

"Welcome back, Monroe." Eddie smiled at me, wrapping his arms around himself.
"It's cold." Vinnie looked at us, wrapped up in his Janie's Gun hoodie.
"Yeah, 20° is fucking boiling weather here! It's cold for you guys. It's naturally between 17° and 10° here." I turned to the gang.
"TEN?!" Dylan and Eddie looked at me, both looking to each other.
"Wim's." Stevie rolled his eyes, going straight for his inner coat pocket, grabbing his doobie.

The British version of Jasmin, followed by a second bus, pulled up, and we all climbed in, Stevie lighting her up.
Tonight, tomorrow, and the day after, we're taking on London, then... Eh, I don't know. I'm just glad to be back here!

. . .

"ENGLAND!" Dylan called into his mic.
The crowd screamed.
"It's about time we played here!" Dylan laughed.
More screams.
"How do you like our leading man?" Dylan asked, pointing to Vince, stood over on stage left with me, standing on my right.
Even more screams.
"And how would you like a new song?" Dylan teased.
Screaming. More screaming, but with that... Fallen Angel.

. . .

London was amazing. I played my dads guitar, feeling him right there with me.
It was as if he was still here.

A week into the tour, we were in Sheffield... Now, I'm home.
We had two days off from tomorrow, and I planned to go see my dads grave, and stay with him for a while, but first...

"Monroe, someone left this at stage door for you." Alec handed me a note.
I took it, standing in front of the mirror, in my dressing room, unfolding it and reading.

"Katie Monroe, I'm so proud of you. Can't wait for the show tonight. Sending all the love."
It was from the same person who sent me dads guitar. He's here tonight!

I smiled, folding up in note and slipping it into the pocket of my jeans, keeping it on me for the show tonight.
When time came, I walked to the bottom of the stairs, my best friends besides me.
"Welcome home, Monroe." Dylan pet my shoulder, before taking his place.
I smiled. "He's here tonight." I told them.
"Tonight?" Stevie the only one understanding.
"Who?" Eddie asked.
I just smiled, looking up at the stairs.
"Janie's Gun, you're up!" Alec called out to us, jogging down the stairs, before we ran up.

"ROCK AND ROLL!" I shouted out, our fists in the air.

. . .

I sat in my dressing room, drinking some water. The gov is trying to find the safest way to get us out of the venue, without swarms of fans getting at us.
I was alone, but I'm OK. I couldn't see him out in the crowd, but I knew he was out there.

Kirk, James, Ollie, and Alec were taking apart the stage, with the help of Aerosmith's roadies.
I sat on the counter top, my back to the mirror, as I waited, sipping on some water.
I heard a thud from my small bathroom, at the back of the room.

I looked over, hearing the window close, and someone moving around.
I grabbed a drumstick, one of Stevie's backups, which I just had with me for some reason, and I approached the door.
I heard more movement, before the door handle moved. I ran to the wall, out of sight of them, as the door opened, and they peeked out.
I couldn't see who it was, but if this was a crazed fan, I'm very sorry...

I panicked and as soon as they were in sight, I punched them in the face, knocking them into the wall, and I held the drumstick like it was a sword.
I got a look at the guy.

Tall. Very tall. Long blond hair, big brown eyes, with fear in them. A black flowery bandana around his head, his fringe hanging over it, with a cross earring in his left ear, dangling down, a black tank top, with myself on it, a blue denim jacket, black leather pants, and brown cowboy boots.
I'm feeling things I maybe shouldn't be...

"Who are you?" I stared at him, my heart racing. He's beautiful.
"Shit... Monroe, I'm so sorry!" He was pressed against the wall, his hands up, as I held the drumstick against him.
I put the stick down, seeing he wasn't screaming at me, or fighting back.
"Who are you...?" I looked at him.
"My name's Ezra. Ezra McNally..." He's American. "I just really wanted to meet you, and some bitch stole my V.I.P pass... I'm a bassist myself, and a guitarist... I love your music, and I just wanted to meet you..." He was scared of me.
I smiled, looking at him.
He slowly smiled back at me, lowering his hands.

"I'm sorry I punched you..." I bit my lip.
"It's OK..." He smiled, straightening up. "I'm not gonna sue."
"Good... Where you from?" I asked him.
"Washington, DC. I'm only here to see your band... Well... You. I worked my ass off for tickets, and bought them, long before sorting out my flight and hotel... My roommate sorted that out for me... I live in Los Angles, and I've been following your band, since your first show there. You're amazing." He smiled at me, saying it was me who is amazing, not the band.
"Thanks, Ezra..." I blushed. "I've never heard that name before... I like it." I told him.
"I hate it, but if you like it..." He smiled at me.

There was a knock at my door, before it opened and the Gov peaked in.
"Mon- Who's this?!" He came fully into the room.
"It's OK. Some bitch stole his pass, he just wanted to meet me." I explained.
"Right, I'm sorry though, but without your backstage pass, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Gov told him.
Ezra nodded, frowning some. "Yeah, OK... Thanks, Monroe." He looked at me.
"Katie..." I told him, before holding out the drumstick for him to take. "Keep it."
He smiled, and grabbed the stick, the both of us holding it. "Thanks... Katie."
I smiled brightly at him, before he moved to leave.

"I'll be back in five to get you out!" Gov told me, taking Ezra to the exit.
Ezra looked back at me, smiling, before the Gov gently pushed him out the room.
"I'm in a lot of trouble..." I walked backwards, until my back hit the wall, where Ezra stood, and I slid down to the ground.