Hewwo. How are you guys? Hope your all doing good. This book hit 1k reads which i thank you all for and sticking around to read this. But thanks and you guys are the best and mean a lot to me. Your my only friends except for my boyfriend. I don't have many friends.
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Y/N felt the electricity flowing through the crowd. She couldn't be happier about where she was. Her husband was upset that she didn't want better seats but she wanted to experience her husband's band like a "regular". She didn't need a special spot because she was married to the drummer.
Charlies view of the audience didn't matter to him. All he cared about was seeing his beautiful wife in the crowd cheering him on. Which is why he wanted her nearer the stage. He tried so hard to not mess up and keep up enough with the song and not make it obvious he had other things on his mind.
They soon ended with Paint It Black, which is Y/N's favorite song by the band. She was up and roaring once they got to the sitar part. Which she was surprised they actually decided getting the sitar out and Brian actually playing it. She did give them the idea though, it would give the authentic feel that they know what there doing and one of the band members actually can play said instrument.
They left the stage and the crowd was giving them once again a standing ovation. The would always try to make the crowd feel the music and leave feeling amazing. They could care less about sales, well most of the members. But that's all that mattered.
Y/N's went towards the side stage door and ran into Charlie's arms.
"You did amazing. Im glad you went along with my idea." She eyed Mick. Who was absolutely against the idea.
"Well, your plan worked and the audience couldn't be happier." Charlie smiled, kissing her cheek.
"Oh you too get a room." Bill moaned.
"No." You snapped.
Bill shut up after that and went into his dressing room, probably to drink a couple beers.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone." Brian jones made his exit.
"Yeah, im gone." Mick followed Brian and they both probably also went to do some something.
"Well, what do you wanna do?" Charlie adored the way she did her hair. It always up and in a different style every day and not the same one twice.
"Do you wanna go back to the house and just sit on the couch and watch the telly." You suggested.
"Okay." He set you down and you guys ran for the back door.
It was thrilling sometimes leaving there concerts most times because it was like a james bond mission. Having to dodge all the fans and make sure you had all your things still on you and made it out in one piece.
But it was amazing and thrilling. You and Charlie successfully made it to the car. You guys giggled about absolutely nothing but it was so fun. Every concert you went to it was magical.
"Why are we even laughing?" You smiled, happily in love with an amazing man who loves very deeply. Which you couldn't wait to tell him the news you had because you were also smiling and happy because of that too.
You both stumbled into the house like you were drunk, which you weren't. But that was the beauty of your relationship, you were comfortable and happy with each other.
You both hopped into the shower and rinsed off and once you were out you ran downstairs and jumped onto the couch. Charlie was still upstairs changing and doing whatever else. He soon came downstairs holding piece of something in his hand.
"What is this?" He asked, holding out the pee stick.
You knew he had figured it out.
"Are we pregnant? Well are you pregnant? Im not a starfish." He joked, nervous as to was you would say.
"Yeah, we are." You replied, smiling ear to ear.
"When did you find out?" Charlie soon untensed and smiled.
"A couple weeks before you and the boys started touring. I would've told you sooner but I was working and you were preparing to tour and were touring." Charlie interrupted your train of thought by engulfing you in a hug and kissing your face all over.
"Were pregnant!" Charlie screeched picking you up and swinging you around going into a dance.
"Yeah, we are." You laughed, happy that he reacted so happily.
"Do you wanna watch tv?" He shook his head towards the couch.
"Yeah."
He carried you to the couch and you both melted into each other's embrace and fell into a episode of The Munsters
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A/N
Hello again. Thanks for 1kreads on this book. I hope this was a good chapter and you like it. Its a late tribute to him. I know im a bit late to the tribute train but i had no inspiration for a while and really couldn't write a tribute story to him when he died. If that made any sense. But it's a late tribute. But thanks for all the reads. Also, im sorry if some of the story doesn't make sense or some of the things that go on don't make sense. Its all in good fun and not meant to be entirely accurate to real life and is just a story idea I came up with. But that is all I have. Goodbye and Goodnight. Im gonna go to bed before I have to get up 5 am and do work all over again. Even though I get to see my boyfriend again tomorrow. ✌
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