Affair at Crackerbox Palace 🖤 A Dhani Harrison Fanfiction

chapter 3: butler in a band

(Alex's POV)

Dhani was probably pretty young, and new to the whole music scene, I could tell. That is, if he was even involved in the scene at all -- he was so mousy. But still, I knew he was something special. That kind of talent was rare.

After he left the shop, I immediately called up the lead singer of our band, Blur, to tell him the news.

"Damon, I got some exciting news for ya," I said giddily.

"Well go on, what's it?" He responded with a slight reluctance to his voice.

I knew Damon was about to get all angry with me, but it's not like we were replacing our guitarist Graham. Just... letting someone in to help him out where he was lacking. "I recruited a new guitarist for the band."

"You WHAT?!" He exploded.

I smiled into the phone. "Yeah, his name's Dhani. He's Mexican."

"Alex, I don't know if you've forgotten, but we already HAVE a guitarist! And he's been with us for fucking years now!"

"No, Damon, trust me, this guy is a million times better. You're gonna be blown off your feet. He played me a Beatles song on a guitar here and it sounded exactly like the original,"

"You can't just do that!! You told him he's in?"

"I did," I replied calmly.

He was overflowing with angry questions. "Why?! It's not YOUR band! We have to all meet him first. I've never heard of anyone named 'Dhani.' Mexican, really? Does he even speak English? Maybe he's good, but what if no one likes him? He has to fit in with the band. How old is he anyway?"

"Oh, I didn't ask. I'm assuming a little bit younger than us."

Damon let out a frustrated groan. "Godammit Alex!"

I tried to reason with him. "You know what, we've been failing to get this band off the ground for a few years now, I think it only makes sense we switch things up a bit. Nobody knows who the hell we even are. You know it's been shit lately. With the way we're going, we'll never become anything. And I'm not saying we need to get rid of Graham. I think you're all going to like Dhani. He's a good guy."

"Whatever. We're meeting on Friday night at my flat. Bring the new guy with you, I guess."

He hung up on me. "Yep, love you too Damon," I mumbled, as the next customer walked into the shop.

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(Dhani's POV)

At about 8:30 that evening, I set down my stuff on the bed in my room at Crackerbox Palace, letting out a sigh. What a long day, I thought as I unpacked my belongings, which consisted of the lot of snacks from yesterday's convenience store run, my wallet, and keys. I started work that night, so I couldn't quite get settled yet. Dave had welcomed me back warmly and introduced me to the other staff members of the house, some of whom were girls and guys my age, but I'd yet to meet the family.

I wriggled out from my sweat-stained shirt to change. For September, it had been hot -- the end of summer was near, but not near enough to stop the sun from beating down like mad. Inside Crackerbox Palace though, luckily, there was air conditioning.