WUDDAP? It's my friend's birthday today! <3
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Dan POV:
As the tour bus pulled up to the venue, everybody (at once) realized we had left Will in the parking lot of the hotel. (We're playing Liverpool two nights in a row). Woody slowly poked his head into the driving area. Kyle followed.
"We have a problem." Donny looks at Woody and Kyle like they were about to say they had killed a man.
"Yes?" Donny asks.
"We left Will in the car park." Kyle says quickly, as if he needs to spit it out.
"WHAT!?!" Donny says, slightly jumping out of his seat.
"He went for a walk because he was being a drama queen." Dick says from beside Charlie.
"Oh boy..." Donny says, shaking his head. "I'll tell you what, you guys go inside the venue and text Will, I'll go pick him up." He says.
"But the hotel's like, 20 minutes away." I say, standing up.
"It's fine, we can soundcheck Will last." Dick assures us.
-About 10 minutes later-
We walk through the doors of the big room with the stage, which we had also sold out last night.
"Almost the last show of the tour. Three more." Woody breathes, still in awe of the size of the building. We walk down the main aisle where the seats are and climb up on stage, where our instruments are still set where we let them last night. Kyle eagerly bounces over to his synth set up. He plays the intro to Of The Night, which makes me smile. I sing along
"Rhythm is a dancer, its a soul's companion. People feel it everywhere." I sing, making Kyle grin. "Lift your hands and voices, free your mind and join us, you can feel it everywhere." Woody sits on the side of the stage, watching us and laughing.
I swear I hear him mutter "Dyle."
"Oh oh, It's a passion, oh oh, you can feel it in the air" I stand on my toes to hit the high note. "Oh oh, its a passion, oh oh.."
"This is the rhythm" Kyle sings, really low, imitating my voice on the recording.
"You can put some joy upon my face." I sing, trying not to laugh. "Oh sunshine in an empty place." I sing.
"YEAH!" Charlie yells from the door, imitating overly-obsessive fangirls.
"Take me to, turn to, and babe I'll make you say,"
"Oh yeah-e-ah" Woody sings in a high pitched voice, triggering nostalgia from 2012; from about a half millimeter behind me, making me jump.
"What is wrong with you, Wood!" I say, shoving my fist into his shoulder playfully, causing Kyle to nearly fall over laughing. Woody helps him up.
"What time is it?" I ask, rolling my eyes at Woody.
"5:00." Kyle replies, still laughing. "Why?"
"I'm expecting a phone call at about 6:00." I reply, noticing Charlie walking down one of the side aisles and hopping up on the stage.
"From Laura?" Charlie asks, looking for something.
"Yes." I reply.
"Interesting." He says, sarcastically.
"Hey, has anyone seen my bass?" I hear Kyle say from behind me.
"Right here, you idiot." Woody says, pointing about two feet away from the speaker Kyle is sitting on.
"Oh." Kyle says awkwardly. "Thanks." Dick busts into the door.
"We're on a tight schedule. Get ready to soundcheck!" He yells.
Laura POV:
11:00. We're calling Dan at noon. My brain is stuck in the corner of my crossword puzzle. I pace around my bedroom, looking through my head for a word that means "sluggish" that has a g as the 7th letter, starts with an L and has 9 letters. I decide to look in the thesaurus that I have on my bookshelf that I've never touched. I flip around and see "Sluggish" printed in bold letters. languorous, Nope. Lifeless, nope. I scan the words, when one catches my eye. Lethargic. I look and notice it fits. The H lines up with my suspected answer which is "Handwriting." I write out each letter vertically on the newspaper page, satisfied.
"Laura." A knock from outside my door asks. "Are you dressed? We're leaving for lunch soon." Michael says from outside the door.
"Aren't we calling my dad?" I ask.
"Yeah, after lunch. We're going to grab Taco Bell real quick." He replies. I grab my red high tops and slowly push open the door, hoping I don't hit Michael in the face. I grab my coat off the coffee table and sling it on. We go outside into the brisk early December air. Michael gets in the drivers seat and I hop in the back.
"Why are you in the back?" He asks me.
"Isn't Ethan coming?" I ask.
"He couldn't find any clean pants so he's sitting on the floor of our bedroom in his underwear." He replies, starting the car.
"Oh. Okay then." I climb through between the front seats and flop into the passenger seat.
"So, I have something to tell you about your dad." He says, pulling out of the driveway. "He's in a band, and they tour a lot so you're either going to tour around England with a bunch of thirty year olds or move in with his sister for a bit."He says.
"So, you're saying that I might move to the UK with him?" I ask, not sure how to feel.
"If that's what you want. We'll see how today goes." I smile an anxious smile in reply. We drive through the downtown area.
"Now we have an in studio set from Bastille on our summer 2016 best songs!" A radio announcer says.
"Hey! This is my dad's band!" I exclaim, turing up the radio.
"How'd you know that?" He quizzes.
"I did my research..." I say, doing a creepy grin. A cool bass lick fills the car.
"Hey! I know this song!" I sing along with the opening lyric.
"Watching through my fingers." Michael looks impressed and surprised.
"I didn't know you sang." He says.
"You never asked if I did." I reply. We finally pull up to Taco Bell, but decide to take the drive through so we aren't late to call.
"The usual?" Michael asks.
"Yup." I respond, seeing that theres some random guy running down the street in a sports bra and short shorts. I decide not to point him out as Michael orders. He orders his usual taco, Ethan's quesadilla, and gets me my burrito.
"Is that all?" the annoyingly static-y voice says.
"Yes."
"That would be $10.56, please pull foreword." When we get our food, we eat as we drive back home. The clock in the car says 11:28 AM.
When we walk in the front door, the first thing Michael does is yell at the top of his lungs: "WE HAVE FOOD." I nearly drop my burrito laughing.
"You're a man child." I say, opening the fridge and pour some hot sauce into whats left of my burrito. Michael brings Ethans frood back into their room and I quietly attempt to listen in to what they're saying, but understand nothing.
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Sorry for the boring chapters. Next chapter will be eventful, I promise!
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Lost Dad: Dan Smith
Fanfiction"Hello, Mr. Smith. We're calling about a child you had with..." Theres a pause, "Ashley Caraway." - "Laura, about your Dad... He wants to meet you."
