To Find A Place We Belong | Dougie Poynter/Mcfly Fanfiction

Broken Bass

Dougie

Fuck.

That's all I can think as I hold in my hands my beloved Fender. I'd had it for 10 years and he's finally off to musical heaven. I can't help but feel slightly downhearted holding two pieces of my first proper bass in either hand. Some great memories there.

Then again looking around my house at the stuffed animals and skeletons and other maybe not-so-normal household items maybe a broken bass would't be all that strange to hang on the wall. No memories lost there just the reminder of how stupidly clumsy and careless I am.

I examine the broken halves and go over every inch and every chip and crack, reliving some of the events behind them, there was even a broken string still attached that snapped mid song! I remember in rehearsals, just going over "Shine a Light" miserably and my A- string going, slicing my thumb open. I glanced at the tiny scar that was still clearly there and laughed at the boys reminding me of my one line in that cringey ass movie.

"My A- String!"

I couldn't have sounded any more wooden if I'd've been a fence post.

I chucked the old banger on the sofa, looking at the clock and realising I should be at Toms by now! He was giving me a lift to the shoot. Another interview, another set of photos, another issue of whatever magazine we got roped into. I rarely cared.

I'm not vain or full of myself to think that, I'd been going from shoot to shoot since I was 15 practically dragged there choking on my own vomit from nerves but now it hardly fazes me and is just another day at the office. Another 8 hours of standing in blinding lighting, being told to stand this way, face that way, put your arm here, lean on him, cup his balls...

Okay maybe not the last one, I just do that for fun!

I grab my denim jacket off my coat hanger and pull it on over my twenty bracelets as I run out the door, nearly forgetting to lock it behind me. I run over the street to Tom's house to find him already in the car. I hop in the passenger seat. Slamming down hard in his little blue mini, causing the car to creak.

" Careful you dick!" Tom laughed! "She's delicate"

I chuckled.

"She's ancient, I can't believe you've still got it, how old is it now?"

Tom frowned, not happy that I'd insulted his mistress.

"Well she's aged another two years while we were sat here waiting for you."

He turned off his driveway. I could sense his annoyance at me being late, I didn't want to grump him up even more, he looked tired. I'm guessing Woody must have kept him up last night again. I can't help but miss our trips out and our banter nights now that he's Mr Father Of The Year, but I also can't help but feel jealous of him too; I look at him and he's completely settled down, he's got his house, his wife, his kids. What have I got?

He could tell I was troubled:

"Whats up Doug?" He looked over at me.

I shrugged.

"I fell on my Blue Fender earlier and broke it."

It happened so it's the truth.

He laughed a bit but was sympathetic knowing how much my basses mean to me.

"Aww I'm sorry mate, you've still got you're others though and that pink one -"

"It's fuchsia!"

He laughed some more, I tried to squeeze out a chuckle but that thought had really put a downer on my mood. Tom will finish his shoot today and go home to Gi, Buzz and Woody and have a night in with his family, Harry will go home to Izzy and Lola, maybe go to the gym, Danny will go home to Georgia and his dogs, probably have a party that I'll avoid cos they're all extremely awkward drinking around me and I'll go home to my stupid broken bass.