Let Me Be Your Beethoven (George Shelley/Union J Fanfic)

Chapter One

                           ~It feels like whiskey and butterflies~                                                               George

"George, can you tell us about your upcoming album?"

"What are your views on Jaymi's marriage?"

"Can we have a sneak preview of the album, Georgie?"

I guess I should be used to the bombardment of questions; reporters appear out of nowhere almost every I leave the house. It's not bad as in bad, but I guess I would like a little privacy. Sometimes it's a little uncomfortable when a black SUV van is following our car or parked up outside the house on the curb. But hey, it's all part of the fame.

"My lips are sealed about the album - we want it to be a surprise. The only thing I'm going to say is that it's going to be special for us, our familes and friends and our JCats." I replied, smiling automatically as I glided through the huddle like Moses in the Red Sea. "Oh, and I can't wait until the big day! I'm so happy for Jaymi and Olly!" I added and scrambled into my car. I am a little clumsy, so I may or may not have bashed my knee. Hard. Painfully.

"Ouchie powchie," I mumbled and rubbed the sore spot, but dismissed the pain. Today was a BIG day. Not Jaymi's and Olly's BIG day, because the BIGGEST day, but it was my BIG day because I am going to be seeing a bunch of friends I haven't seen before The X Factor. I started up the ignition and drove to our studio in the posh part of London. Slowly though - my clumsiness had not worn off when I was driving either - but after twenty minutes I arrived (mostly) unscathed.

To say I didn't sprint into the building and go upstairs to our recording booth where we would meet anyone was a lie. I also tripped up the stairs where my bandmates and their partners were waiting for them. Jolly were having a game of thumb wars, JJ and Cat were ticking Princeton (who, may I say, grows more and more cheeky by the day) and Josh, who had his arms wrapped around his girlfriend for six months, Skylar.

To say that I was shocked that Josh picked somebody suicidal to love would be a lie too. Josh Cuthbert is so caring and considerate that he thinks he always has to be helping somebody or pleasing our fans. It's why he follows the most people on Twitter, has arguments with management and the security guards about meeting fans and DMing fans too. Skylar Jones had a terrible childhood - so terrible that she tried to kill herself four or five times. At first, I though that Skylar didn't love Josh because she acted like such a female dog around him, but then I realised that she was simply trying to push him away because she didn't want to be hurt any more than she already has.

Needless to say, she failed. Because nobody could doubt the love that was shining through her eyes every time she looked up at Josh like the sun shone out of his ass. Which I would say is highly probable.

"You're late, Georgey." Josh teased and put an arm out to help me up. He was always helping me from my clumsiness. For instance, on The X Factor, I almost fell right onto Nicole Scherzinger. How embarrassing would that have been? Thankfully Josh caught me because I landed on her, but fans still love to replay that little clip.

"Sorry Josh. GOSH, I really am late," I drawled sarcastically and poked him. I was two minutes late. "So how was preparations going for the wedding?" I asked Jaymi while Olly played with a stray bit of cotton on his t-shirt.

"It's going fantastically. I've bought Olly his present-"

"Even though I didn't ask him too," Olly added reproachfully.

"-and I think he's really going to love it." Jaymi carried on as though his fiance had not interrupted. "Oh, and your not allowed to-"

"To get a haircut. I want you hair to be really... ya know the way it goes when it's long." Olly finished and ruffed my hair.