Katie's P.O.V
We finished the tour, went back to the studio, finished the album, and set for tour rehearsals. Stevie and I have been bugging Joe, none stop, to let us playing with Aerosmith for a song, every night. It left off with Joe promising to talk to Steven about it.
If he don't, we planned to crash the stage.
We all gathered in the rehearsal room, band members only. Our album goes up for sale today. Stores open at 09:00.
We stayed silent, all sat/stood apart, just waiting for something to happen.
All phones were off. Not a sound could be heard...
We all looked up at the clock.
08:57 . . . 08:58 . . . 08:59 . . . 09:00
I dropped my head, sitting on the couch in a brace, as if I was on a crashing plane.
Stevie sat next to me, his hands shaking, as he tried to light his blunt.
Dylan was sat at the drumkit, hands in a prey position, elbows up on his knees.
Eddie and Vince were standing apart, over to my right, both silent as the night.
Kids will be going into stores... Grabbing a copy.
Or not...
We sat/stood waiting for another 37 minutes, when the phone on the wall, to my left, started to ring.
We all looked over at it.
Eddie, being the mum friend that he is, slowly approached it and picked it up. He took a shaky breath, before placing the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper.
Stevie took my right hand in his left, I could feel him trembling.
The phone dropped. Eddie was frozen, as if he'd just been shot.
The cord swung the phone side to side, Eddie's hand was still up by his ear, his eyes staring at the wall straight ahead of him.
"E-Eddie..." Dylan whispered, just loud enough for us to all hear.
Eddie lowered his hand, and slowly- so slowly -turned around, for all of us to see him.
"So- Ouh..." He whispered.
"Whah?" Stevie asked him, none of us understanding what he said.
"We sold out... The record... All stores... Sold out... Every store in the state has just sold out of our record..." Slowly words were coming back to him.
We all stared at him.
"Nineteen minutes flat... All CDs and vinyls..." Eddie swallowed his spit. "Every store in Massachusetts has just sold out of 'Open Up And Say 'Ahhh'!" He smiled.
I started to scream, before I jumped up, off the couch, and jumped at Eddie, having him catch me, hugging me back.
"HOLY SHIT!" Vince beamed.
My heart was going a million miles per hour.
Stevie jumped up and started jumping around, his doobie long forgotten. Vince was pacing, not knowing what to do with himself, and Dylan ran over, joining Eddie and I.
. . .
A week later.
We're hitting England tomorrow.
I sat at home, having just returned from rehearsals.
Eddie took Maria out for dinner, Vince was making himself a smoothie, Stevie was smoking in the garden, and Dylan and I were sat, watching TV.
Our show ended and the evening news came on.
"Hello, I'm Gloria Evans." The lady looked right at us.
"Hi, Gloria." Me and Dylan looked back at her.
Joe walked into the room and chuckled at us, taking a seat on my left.
"Todays tops stories, the make up brand taking the world by storm." A clip played of a girl buying some mascara. "The woman, who drifted out to sea, talks to us about the app that saved her life." A clip of the woman taking about 'What Three Words'. "But first, a world record set in the music charts, as Janie's Gun bring back the '80s." She spoke strongly, with a clip of the 'Talk Dirty To Me' video playing.
"What?" I looked to Dylan, who looked at me.
"Vince, shut up! Come look at this!" Dylan called, as the blender was roaring.
Stevie came back inside, his doobie gone, and Vince followed him over to the sofa.
"It took just nineteen minutes for the glam rock album 'Open Up And Say 'Ahhh' to sell out in the state of Massachusetts. The band 'Janie's Gun' are referred to as 'the band of the 80s, today'. Within two hours of the album going on sale, all stores in the US were quickly sold out. This marks a new record for bands of the 2010s, as the last time a rock album reached this mark, was back in the early '90s. The band will be heading to England tomorrow, to mark the start of the world tour, alongside '70s icons Aerosmith...." She paused, turn away from the camera just slightly, receiving word through her earpiece.
"It's just been reported, that the single 'Every Rose Has It's Thorn' has just hit the number one spot on all streaming platforms, and the album itself, had just marked the number one slot."
We all stared at the TV.
Silence.
"Congratulations, guys." Joe smiled at us.
Silence.
The house phone started to ring.
Joe chuckled and grabbed it, switching off the TV, as he did.
"Hello?" He asked, before a pause, and his pressed the speaker button. "Go ahead."
"You kids are number one! Your album, 'Every Rose', your band! You're number one! I've never had a band do so well before!" Gov cried out.
I screamed, before standing up, feeling faint.
"I'm gonna be sick..." Vinnie sat down, head between his legs.
Stevie was staring at the blank TV, his eyes wide, while Dylan started laughing.
"WE FUCKING DID IT!" Gov cheered.
"Fuck yeah!" Dylan cheered, with a clap of his hands.
Joe laughed, getting up, off the couch, and grabbing my arms, holding me steady, for support.
I actually felt faint.
"This isn't real..." I whispered, as Dylan and Gov started talking to each other.
All our phones started ringing, Eddie and Maria ran through the door, and Liv drove herself over to the house.
No one could believe it. This was the biggest thing to happen in the rock world in years!
It's unheard of, literally impossible- Well, not anymore. We've just done it.
We're number one...
I've got a number one record...
I've got a number one song...
I've got a world record...
I'm literally apart of the biggest band in the world right now, and shit really is only just getting started. I'm up there with Def Leppard, Guns N' Roses, Aerosmith, Queen...
I'm an actual rock star.
Just two years ago, Dylan and I met for the first time, and now we're number one headliners.
"Sure, man. Thanks. I'm Stevie King." Stevie turned to Dylan.
"Dylan." He nodded to Stevie, turning to me.
"I'm Katie Monroe." I smiled, grabbing my guitar from the back of the van.
"Monroe?" Dylan asked, looking at me intrigued.
"Yeah." I nodded, looking at him.
"I like it... I'm gonna call you that." He told me, not having any arguments.
"Uh, OK..." I looked to Stevie and we started laughing, shrugging at each other.
"Right. Grab your shit, no smoking inside, wipe your feet, don't touch my gear, alright?!" Dylan warned us, grabbing parts of the drumkit.
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