The Whole Kaleidoscope

Going With a Bang (and a Little Bit of Vodka)

I know this chapter's really short, pretty rubbish, and kinda pointless... I just thought it'd be a laugh to write! Enjoy :P

*4 weeks later*

*Danny's POV*

Recently, we'd been at the studio loads. Literally, 12 hours a day, nearly every day. We'd got back to our flat at about half 3 in the morning, and we were ready to sleep, having been at the studio for over 13 hours. The same morning, Mark rang me up, at about 9. Way too early.

"What, Mark?" I answered the phone, as sleepy as hell.

He laughed down the phone, "Well, good morning to you, too, Daniel." He was surprisingly cheerful for this time in the morning...

"If that's Mark," Meg said, into her pillow, "Tell him to fuck off. It's too early."

I laughed, "Message from Meghan; Fuck off."

"Good luck, mate." he said.

It took a minute for it to register what he meant, "Oi!"

He laughed, again, "Anyway, back to business; Channel 4 want the 4 of us on Alan Carr next Friday. Reckon we can do that?"

"Can I get back to ya?" I glanced at Meghan, "I think if I asked Meg now, she'd be tempted to shoot us."

He chuckled, "Alright. Give us a ring back in a bit." and he hung up.

Meg looked up again, "What did he want?" I explained that Mark had told me, "Oh... Can't see why not. Just, if he rings up after I've had hardly any sleep again, I'll bloody kill him."

*Meghan's POV*

The next week flew by, and before any of us knew it, it was Friday. The four of us were backstage on Alan Carr: Chatty Man, generally just having a laugh, when the producer came backstage telling us we had 5 minutes until showtime. Me and the guys were on first, and back on last, singing 'Good Ol' Days'.

5 minutes later, the producer came back, and told us to get ready. I was feeling quite nervous, because it was my first televised interview.

Dan quickly kissed me, "Meg, you'll be fine. Just don't fall down the stairs on those things." he said, gesturing towards my crutches.

I chuckled, "I'll try me best. You might have to give me a hand, though."

We heard Alan announce us, "Give it up, for The Script!" Mark went down first, followed by Glen, then me and Dan. Alan greeted all of us, and he gave me a hug. We all sat down, and he looked at me, "Oh, my God! What happened to you, Meghan?!"

"A car and a brick wall." I answered, simply, "Basically, I was sort of hit by a car, hence the broken leg, and that threw me into a brick wall, fracturing my skull. Not something I'll be in a hurry to do again."

"But, aren't you touring together?"

I nodded, "I'm getting my cast off in a week, so I'll be sorted."

"Anyway," he said, changing the subject, "What do yous want to drink?" He opened his drinks holder, which had about 10 different bottles in it.

"Erm..." Dan started, "You got any vodka?"

"Ooh," I said, rubbing my hands together, making everyone laugh, "Vodka sounds good."

Alan looked at Mark and Glen, "Vodka?"

"Vodka." they both said, simultaneously.

"What do you want with it?" Alan asked, pouring our drinks.

"I'll have just straight vodka, please." I said, the lads agreeing.

He looked at us, shocked, "You four are off your fucking heads!" He put the vodka bottle back in the holder, making the other bottles clash a bit.