The door opened. Nick walked through with a blank look on his face. He was wearing a different shirt now. It was black this time, just in case Simon decided to be even more of an arse. Nick was glad he knew where the washing machine was. Who knows if the stain will actually come out. It’s worth a try, though.
Simon scooted his chair backward to pick up the spaghetti noodle. He dropped it on the edge of the table. Nick walked back to his chair and sat down, mumbling some unintelligible words.
In not much time at all, the wine was gone, and everyone was a bit tipsy. Roger had eaten all of his lasagna, even though he ate earlier. Nick ate about half of his Fettuccine Alfredo before he got distracted by the bottle of wine. He drank about a third of the bottle whereas Andy only had one glass.
They were all sitting around the table, chatting, when the door to the living room opened. In stepped Jack, with a smile on his face.
“I hope you guys enjoyed your food after all that mess about where to get it in the first place. I just came in to check on you and to tell you that tomorrow we’ll have to be at the Opera house at 2:30. Rich says we’ll have to leave at around 1:45, so don’t dally,” Jack said.
“AM or PM?” Simon joked. Roger rolled his eyes, and Andy silently laughed. Jack ignored him, which was becoming a trend among the roadies.
“Well, thank you, Jack, for everything, you’ve really helped us out,” Roger said. John nodded.
“Yeah, thanks, mate,” John said, swallowing his last sip of wine. As Nick sat there, picking at his food with his fork, for some reason, he started to get a little homesick. He never gets homesick. Must've been the wine.
“I’ll let you boys finish up. If you need anything, just give me a shout,” Jack offered before he walked back out of the door. Nick put his feet up on the chair, condensing himself into a small, sad ball of musician. John took notice of Nick acting strangely but didn’t say anything. Roger noticed as well, but he deduced that it was because of Simon and what he said earlier. Roger stood up and began picking up the plates and bowls.

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When the World Listens - Duran Duran
FanfictionDuran Duran fic I tried my best Unfinished Duran Duran go on tour in Australia for the last couple of shows in the tour. They have fun at first then something freaky happens... Thanks for 1k reads!