The Coach (A The Voice/ The Script Fan Fic) Book Two.

Meet up.

Charlotte's POV:

"Hello Charlie. It's Danny," That all too familular voice said.

I lookeed at Andy and told him to shoo through guesturing. He got my point and left.

"You there Charlie," Danny asked.

"Yes. I'm here," I said coldly.

"Chip the ice outta your throat girl ye can't sing like that," Danny said.

"Why are ye calling me Danny. How did ye even get my number?" I asked.

"The Voice details," He said.

"Well. I'm glad ye've stopped saying deats," I said.

Danny laughed.

"Gee thanks for that one Charlie," He said.

"I wasn't laughing Danny," I said.

"I know. Doesn't mean that i can't," He said.

I sighed.

"So is this like what it is going to be now? Hmm? You. Laughing and joking at everything then me ... Facing up to the truth," I said that coldness returning to my voice.

"Could ye get any more colder Charlie," Danny asled.

"Don't push it!" I said coldly.

"Why did ye call me Danny?" I asked.

"To clear the air but ovbiously its gonna take more than a phonecall to do that," Danny said.

"No shit sherlock .... Really? Shit me i'd never have guessed!" I said sarcastically.

"Charlie .... Look .... This isn't achieving anything is it?" Danny asked.

"No. No it isn't," I agreed.

"So I shall talk to you face to face later," Danny said then hung up.

I went out to try and find Andy. He was in the bathroom. I waited for him to finish. He came out with wet hair, so he had just had a shower, and chlothes on.

"Who was it?" Andy asked.

"Danny," I answered.

"What did he want!?" Andy said lightening fast.

"Just to chat and try and sort things out before the mwwt up tomorrow as it is i'm gonna have to sort it out tomorrow as the phone call achieved nothing," I said.

Andy relaxed a little.

"I'm sorry for being like this whenever Danny is about or mentioned. I just feel that ye are gonna run off with him," Andy said.

"Oh. Andy. Ye need to calm yourself down a little. Your constantly thinking if buts and maybes. Don't. That's no way to live your life. Now today I have to do a few more shots for You Keep Me Anchored and then i have to go to this meet up thing," I said.

"Well get on then... Go. ... I've got bacon to finish off," Andy said.

I laughed.

I gave him a peck on the lips but just as i was about to pull away Andy pulled me back. He pulled me into a passionate kiss which almost sent me to my knees.

I pulled away and whispered goodbye against his lips. I gave him one last peck and then i went out of the door.

*********

I have been told to come to my old theatre where i practised Dance or more specofocally where I practised Ballet.

I walked in through the doors. The stage was still there. The laminated floors brought a antique ambience to the place as they had not been varnished in a while. The barre that i had used frequently was still at the side of the stage.

I looked at the stage and i saw James sat down with his legs dangiling. He saw me and jumped up. No. Wait. I should say he jumped down from the stage not up. But he did jump back up onto the stage before jumping down.

"Hello there Charlie. How are you?" James asked.

"I am not too bad thank you. So. Why have i been called to my old ballet studio?" I asked.

"This was your old ballet studio?" James asked.

I nodded.

"Hmm and how good was your ballet?" James askwd.

"I got B's .... Or Merrits in everything. B's and Merrits are the same thing," I said.

"Fancy showing us a few moves?" James asked.

I smiled.

"Its been a while," I said.

"Do your best .... Not meaning to quote or anything," James said.

I rumaged through the store room and found some ballet shoes that were my size and then I got into posistion. I decided to do the Grade Three variation dance.

This consisted of glecads ton-leaves padashas and then just to finish i did a glecade padasha into a grade four pirrouette. Instead of the usual grade three ending.

James watched astounded.

He started talking to the camera men who were soon nodding and agreeing.

James came over.

We want the captain to remember her dancing too... Could ye do the variation again and we shall cut and edit bits," James informed me.

I nodded and then did the whole variation again. This time i added a tripple pirourette to end.

They called cut and I got out of my ballet shoes and into my denim Lee Coopers.

They passed me a guitar and they then wanted me to sing ... Mime the song. So i mimed the song but i can't mime strumming a guitar so i played guitar and told them they had to cut the sound out.

They called cut.

"That's it. Video done!" James yelled.

I grinned and joined in with the celebrations.

"Right then Charlie. Ye had better go to this meet up thing hadn't ye!" James said.

I guess i had better....

"Yeah. I should get going. I shall see ye all soon. Thanks for everything. Bye!" I said.

I got in a taxi and then went to the studios to meet with everyone. I was the first there.

Great!

I hate being the first there. That's always akward.

I wait for about five minutes and then someone else comes through the doors.

Great.

Just who I wanted to be alone with.

Danny.

He saw me. Took one look at me and grabbed my hand and pulled me to a corner of the room.

"Ye get your hands off of me O'Donoghue!" I shouted.

"We need to sort this shit tip out. Lets just say when we are around the other coaches we can aact civilised towards each other. When we are on the show we act like frenimies. As in we are good friends but we will also clash a lot as ye have already said. And finally the bit I am sure ye are looking foward to. When we are off the show and not around anyone else then ye can stay the fuck away. ... Comprende ... Amiga?" He asked.

I nodded.

"I'm a good actress. It should be okay," I sakd.

Danny nodded.

He lead me back to the table just as the living legend himself walked through the doors.

Okay then so. Tell me what ye think.

I am sorry about the spellings of the french ballet words. I'm sure rose will be able to give me the french infinitive for all those words. I know how to say them and how to do them but ballet classes never taught up the spelling of them. As the only thory with ballet is actually knowing what the words mean in English and musical theory.

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