February 7, 2005
About an hour later, Dougie's phone rang.
"Dougie?" I asked.
"Lilly?" He asked
"Yeah?"
"Tom's woke up. He's asking for you." He says.
"I'll be right there." I say. I hang up the phone and head over to the band house. I decided to take the tube so I'll get there faster.
When I get to the band house I rush upstairs to see Tom.
"Tom I'm so sorry I left. I had to check on my flat." I say.
"That's okay." He says.
"How do you feel? I ask.
"Okay. I think Giovanna's coming round soon." He says.
"Okay." I say. Suddenly, Dougie's phone begins ringing.
"Is that Dougie's phone?" Tom asks
"Yes." I say.
"Should we answer it?" He asks smiling.
"I don't know." I say, but I really want to.
"Who's calling?" Tom asks. I look at the ID.
"Fletch." I say. Tom smiles wider.
"Answer it." He says. I sit on the edge of Tom's bed and I answer the phone.
"Fletch?" I ask.
"Dougie. Are you ill?" Fletch asks.
"No Fletch, it's Lilly." I say.
"Oh Lilly! Just the person I wanted to talk to. Do I have news for you!" Fletch says. I've never heard him so excited.
"What?" I ask.
"I just got a call saying that the boys are wanted to be in a big Hollywood movie!" Fletch says.
"What?" I ask, smiling. "A proper film...like...in the states?"
"Yup." Fletch says. I begin to get excited. I've never been to the states before! This will be amazing...that is until I realize this is probably another Africa thing where I don't get to go.
"So when does filming start?" I ask.
"Next week!" Fletch exclaims. "The boys have got to rehearse though because the producers want the boys to put together the movie soundtrack. Said they'll only be needed on set about three weeks, and get this, its in New Orleans!" He says.
"Right. One minute Fletch." I say, covering the mouthpiece, i look at Tom. "What state is New Orleans in?"
"How would I know? Why?" He asks.
"Cheers mate." I say sarcastically, going back to the phone with Fletch. "What's the film called?" I ask.
"Just My Luck." Fletch says. "The only thing I'm worried about is how the boys will act."
"Why would they act out?" I ask.
"Well you know how the boys are with girls. I can't imagine how they'll act around the biggest star in Hollywood right now!" Fletch says.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"The main character is played by Lindsay Lohan."
"Lindsay Lohan? Not ringing any bells..."
"Figures." Fletch sighs.
"Well, I'm round the band house, do you want me to tell the boys?" I ask.
"I figured you were there, since you're on Dougie's phone." He says. "And as much as I would love to tell them myself, we don't have time to waste. They need the soundtrack pronto."
"Alright." I sigh. "Well I bet you guys are going to have the most amazing time in America." I say.
"What?" Fletch asks.
"Make sure you take lots of photos. God knows that's the closest I'll ever get to the states. " I add.
"Lilly, you think I can handle McFly all on my own in the states for three weeks while they're around Lindsay Lohan?" Fletch asks.
"Uhhh...yes?" I question.
"Lilly." Fletch repeats.
"No? What do you want my answer to be?" I ask him.
"Lilly. You're coming to New Orleans with us." Fletch says. I feel warm inside, and trust me, I want to go to New Orleans so badly, but I don't think I can, especially since Steven the arse is now on my case.
"Fletch...I absolutely would love to but...I just don't think I have the money to go to New Orleans for three weeks." I say.
"Lilly, please." Fletch says, and for a minute, I think he's going to yell at me for being ungrateful for the amount he already pays me. "It's work expenses. You don't have to pay."
"Are you sure? Because I-"
"Trust me." Fletch interrupts. "You already pay enough for keeping those boys in line." Fletch says, and I can't help but smile.
"Thanks Fletch. I'll let you go." I say.
"Talk to you soon." Fletch says, before hanging up.
"Lilly, what's going on, and why were you talking about Lindsay Lohan to Fletch?" Tom asks.
"The more important question, Tom, is are you feeling any better?"
"A bit. Why?" He asks.
"Good. Cause you're going to have to go to the studio this week." I say.
"C'mon! I'm sick with an African virus, and Fletch can't even give me a break?" Tom complains.
"No, he can't because you have to put together a soundtrack for Just My Luck." I say.
"Just my what?" Tom asks.
"Just My Luck." I say. " Next week you, me, Fletch and the boys are going to New Orleans and you're going to star in a Hollywood movie call Just My Luck next to Lindsay Lohan."
Tom's jaw drops.
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