Stay Strong (A Script Fanfic) (Slow updates)

Chapter 9

Danny's POV

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face as Lena made her way towards me, holding out the iPhone with a smirk. Taking it from her hands I checked to see that Jessie had been right - there was a ton of missed calls.

"Wow." I should have known Sam would be there. She stared at the studio in awe, standing beside Tom with an expression of sheer disbelief on her face. "This is so cool." Lena turned to look at her friend.

"And you told me it was a bad idea!" Her exclamation drew a chuckle from my lips.

"Forget what I said about godsends, you two are angels!" Lena rolled her eyes and looked over my shoulder.

"Hi Jessie," She waved and Jessie pushed past to envelope her in a hug.

"It's so good to see you!" The pair got on just as well as they had at their last meeting, and Jessie looked Lena up and down, holding her at arms length. "You look great! For the record I'm glad you two sorted it all out..." I smiled as the two began to chat, and Tom helped Sam down the steps as she gaped at the casual way Jessie spoke with Lena. The stage manager didn't seem too impressed.

"The audience will be here in a minute." He folded his arms. "Excuse me!" The outcry caused the women to turn, frowning. "If you hadn't forgotten, we're nearly two hours behind schedule! If you all want to get home on time today, we'd better hurry it up!" Lena stifled a laugh as I watched and Jessie flashed both her and Sam a grin as she returned to her chair. The manager nodded. "Right, Danny we haven't got time to get you in hair and wardrobe so Sandra will just have to sort out your makeup as we go. Get in your chair." There was a commotion as the audience began to arrive and Lena's eyes widened. The manager turned to her and Sam with a frown, but before he could speak Sir Tom interrupted.

"I let them in." He answered the unspoken question. The stage manager opened his mouth to answer but changed his mind, pressing a button on his walkie-talkie.

"Can I get two full clearance passes please?" He spoke quietly, and the two girls stared in disbelief as one of the runners came hurrying out with lanyards for them. "Happy?" I wasn't sure who he'd directed the question at, but the enthusiastic nods were answers enough. As he glared at me I remembered why I was there and grabbed Lena's hand.

"Come on, I wanna show you something." Sam followed as I led Lena towards the big red chair.

"Seriously?" The grin that spread across her face was beautiful.

Selena's POV

Danny held my hand as I climbed into the chair, feeling like a five year old. It was enormous, and I leaned back, crossing my feet beside the buzzer as Danny laughed. Sam cast a nervous glance towards the stage manager, but he seemed to be otherwise engaged, so she hopped into the chair beside me.

"I'm in Sir Tom Jones' chair!" She squealed, giggling along with me as we reclined casually.

"I could get used to this!" I laughed. Danny gave me a mischievous look, eyeing the buzzer.

"Well?" He questioned, leaning against the table beside me. Sam and I glanced at each other, then slammed our hands down on the buzzers in sync. "Shit!" Danny cursed as the chair turned, slipping and hanging onto the table for dear life. I caught his arm as he fell backwards and heaved him into the chair alongside me, my laughter ringing with both his and Sam's as we halted. The audience, who had filled almost all of the seats in the studio, joined in, but the stage manager didn't seem too impressed.

"Oi!" The yell echoed throughout the studio, just audible over the laughter. "You two get backstage! Danny, stop acting like a four year old for once! And watch your language!" That just made us giggle even more; by the sounds of it, it wasn't the first time he'd misbehaved. Eventually the laughter died down and Sam hauled me out of the chair.