I Got My Heart On You (Ronan Keating / Michael Graham / Boyzone) Fan Fiction

One

The one good thing about being a writer was that I could start work when I wanted to. Which meant I quite often got a lie in. 

For some reason, I'd gotten up earlier than normal today. There was something on my mind, telling me I should've have been doing something today.  Something other than working on my..

Work

Oh shit!

I swore at the realisation that I should've actually been going to work today. I'd been offered a 'proper' job with a record company, working with Gregg Alexander and Karen and Shelley Poole, who were two of my idols (I'd loved Alisha's Attic when I was a kid) as one of their lyricists. 

To be honest I had no idea how I'd landed the job, but I had a feeling it was probably something to do with Gregg. 

Gregg Alexander was one of my oldest friends. We had met years previously, when me and one of my best friends had been trying to make a record. I had met up with him recently whilst in LA with said friend; Adam, and he'd mentioned the song writing thing to me again, but I'd shrugged it off, saying I was busy, which I was.

When we'd first met, although we were serious in trying to break into the music industry, I was also serious about becoming an author and had just been given the go ahead to publish my first transcript. 

Gregg had picked up a copy of it one day and been enthralled. To this day I'm not quite sure why, it was chick lit at its best. 

Hardly rock star reading material...

But Gregg had loved it, especially the part that I'd written about the heroine's love interest (a washed up rock star) and his song writing efforts. Apparently the lyrics I'd written then had been 'brilliant' and he had been trying to get me to join in with him and Adam for the song writing efforts for our album. 

But I'd declined, writing a book was enough of an effort for me! Every time I had seen him since then, he had bought the subject up, and thankfully I'd always had the excuse of another book to keep him quiet.

But now here I was four books (and a half) later a well respected published author, I thought Gregg would've gotten the hint by now. 

So, I was a little shocked to receive a call from polydor offering me the position. Luckily for them, I had writers block on my latest literary offering so I had accepted. 

To be honest I wasn't entirely sure what I was letting myself in for, but I guess I'd soon find out.

And find out I did as I strolled into Polydor's Dublin offices about half an hour later. 

"Vic!" I grinned at Gregg who was waiting for me in the reception area. "Sorry I'm late Gregg" I said, "I, erm..." I lowered my voice. "I almost forgot" 

Gregg laughed loudly and pulled me into a hug. "Oh Vic. I'm sorry, it was kind of sprung on you"

"Yeah I knew it was your fault" I said smiling as I hugged him back. "How are you anyway?"

"Let me get you settled in and we'll catch up" he said, so I shrugged to the girl on reception who was watching us in amusement and followed Gregg down the corridor. 

We stopped in front of a large office, the door was already open and there was something scrawled on a piece of paper that had been taped to the door. I squinted at it, but couldn't make it out. Whoever had written it had awful writing.

I followed Gregg into the room. "Ok Vic, this is our home for the next few weeks, months" he waved his arms around, "however long it takes to get this record finished"

"Ok" I said. "So do we have any idea who we're writing for?"

"Oh yeah, sorry" he turned to me with a sly grin. "I forgot to tell you, we're writing for five Irishmen"

I stared at him. 

Surely not.

He continued, "Yeah, me, you Shelley and Karen, are writing for Ronan, Keith, Mikey, Shane and Stephen"

"Vic", he said, his grin increasing. "We are writing, for Boyzone!"