The following day me and glen were trying to write some songs "I swear I'm getting baby brain already" "does that even exist" "don't know I think I'm getting it though I can't remember shit" "you and danny ok" he asked "he said sorry" "good you don't need upsetting" "I know its fine guess its just my hormones I cried at an advert the other day" "my ex was like that when she was pregnant with our son sobbing at all sorts of things she was" "you have a son" "yeh" "wow I didn't know" "I like to keep him out of the lime light" "I can understand that your a private person your fans know you but you can still do your own thing" "that's the way me and mark like it Dan likes it too he's more comfortable been out there than us" "I wish I could take a back seat with it sometimes" "you seem to handle it well though" "I wish the press weren't so nosey they annoy me so much" glen got up to make tea danny came sauntering along the bus to where we were sat he sat where glen had been sitting "what you up to" he asked "just doing abit of writing" "can I look" he asked I nodded and passed the notebook to him he looked at what we'd written "these are good did you write them" he asked me "me and glen did" "there amazing I'm jealous" "they aren't that good" I said "they are" glen put a cup of tea down in front of me "they are good Charlie" he said "your talented Charlie take the compliment" danny said looking me in the eyes god why did he have to do that
