addicted (phan)

Hi, Nice to Meet You Again

ONE

"No, that's the wrong note. It's G, not A."

Dan's bandmate and drummer, Miles, nodded sheepishly. "Right."

"It's harder to focus when we don't even have the lead singer," Cassidy, the bass guitarist and only girl in their group, mumbled. "I don't care if Justin left so he could spend more time with his partner, Miles has one too but he's still here!"

"We have time, Cass. I'll find us a lead singer, I promise," Dan offered up, Miles huffing and setting his drumsticks down.

"Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you but we're all stressed here. We've got a tour, a sold out tour in a month and we don't even have the lead singer. Justin could've waited until we finished the tour but instead he ditched us- he betrayed us when our vow was to never let anything get in the way of Addicted."

"I will find someone, alright? For now just keep practicing the songs we know," Daniel told them. The other two nodded. "Now, rehearsal's over. I'm gonna go home before my roommate reads himself to death."

Miles shook his head. "I still don't understand how you two manage to put up with each other."

"We don't. We simply live together, there's a difference."

"You've been roommates for how long? And we still haven't met him? Even if we go to your house, the guy never leaves his bedroom."

"He's antisocial and we are in a rock band that sings about drugs and sex, so you can't necessarily blame him for being intimidated," Dan defended. "He spends his time reading about the history of life and his only reason for clearing his search history is so I don't know he watches anime."

"Doesn't he get bored if he never leaves his room? I mean, does he talk to anybody else but you?" Cassidy raised an eyebrow.

"Not really, he's got a boytoy that he calls occasionally but it's long-distance so. . ." Dan trailed off.

"You aren't jealous?" Miles teased. Dan rolled his eyes.

"Bring him to rehearsals one day." Cassidy joked. "Hell, have him be the lead singer."

Dan paused. "That's not a bad idea." The group gathered their things, Dan walking out of Cassidy's garage- AKA their studio. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." Cassidy shut the garage door and they all said their goodbyes, Dan practically speeding home and running inside.

"Philip? I'm back from rehearsals. You're not dead, right?" Dan called out. Phil peeked out of his bedroom, bed hair and Star Wars shirt on with sweatpants hugging his hips. He adjusted his big glasses, furrowing his eyebrows at Dan.

"I've told you a million times: it's Phil. Not Philip."

"You haven't even spoken to me a million times. Anyways, how are you?" Dan forced a grin.

Phil leaned against the wall, taking the book he was holding in one hand and hugging it to his chest. "Did you get laid or something? You never talk to me or care how I'm doing."

"Well excuse me for trying, Mr. Antisocial."

"I don't have any friends to talk to, there's a difference."

"You could make some! Mine come over all the time and you refuse to introduce yourself."

"I don't like them. They're scary and they drink."

"Don't act like you haven't-"

"I haven't!-"

"-not to mention that Miles is literally a foot shorter than you."

"He could still beat me up! Height has no correlation!"

"Miles is too nice and you're too quiet to piss him off. And Cassidy's practically my sister, so if I tell her not to punch you, she won't. Anyways, I have a question."

"No, I will not help you try on skinny jeans again. That's scarred into my brain and no matter how many times I've tried to forget it, it just comes back. I still have no idea why you got a tattoo there."

"That's not what I was gonna ask!" Dan protested, ignoring the way his own cheeks began to heat up. Phil stood up straighter, blinking his big, blue eyes at him. "So you know how Justin left? Well, we need a new lead singer and-"

"No. I don't sing."

"Your shower sessions say otherwise."

"That's different!" Phil argued, throwing his hands in the air. "Everybody sings in the shower."

"They don't belt out every word to Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On. Not to mention that you're actually good." Dan deadpanned. Phil opened his mouth to respond then shut it, his cheeks reddening in defeat. "Look, you don't have to if you don't want to, but our tour is in a month and we're desperate. You're good, we won't push you into drugs or alcohol, and I'm just asking you to come to one rehearsal. One. Uno. And if you hate it, I'll find someone else."

"What's in it for me?"

"I'll buy you every book in the comic series of Doom Patrol."

"I'm in."

"Great! But first we, uh, need to change your style."

"What's wrong with my style?" Phil frowned. Dan looked him up and down, tilting his head. Phil exhaled. "Nevermind; don't answer that. I'll go get my shoes."