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

Meeting The Team

Charlotte's POV:

Sir Tom Jones has entered the building!

I looked up and he did that small little wave of his.

He went over to Danny first and gave him a man hug. Then he came over to me.

"Ohh great so i now have to put up with two of ye Irish fuckers?" He said in his thick welsh accent.

My first instinct was to laugh. ... Which i did.

I had never heard Will swear before.

Danny laughed too.

"I'm afraid so," Danny said. He put an arm around my shoulder.

"Us Irish people stick together. Right Charlie?" Danny ask.

"Too right," I said and gave him a 'playful' shove to get his arm from ound my shoulder back down to his side.

"Dear lord. Its gonna be like the first series only worse. Your banter was bad when there was limitations between coach and contestant. God knows what you're gonna be like when you clash together!" Tom said.

I grinned and Danny laughed.

"Yo yo yo. What's up. Drop the beat 'cause sneaky willy is in da house!" We heard from the corridoor.

"Oh. Will's here!" Danny said.

This actually made me laugh.

"Really? No shit sherlock. I'd never have guessed!" I said.

Danny looked at me weirdly.

I went back to acting. I didn't stray from ... The script after that point.

I acted civil towards Danny.

Will is like your annoying little brother.

Especially when he had gotten a few down him.

Danny was his usual self.

Tom was like your brother, Dad, Grandad and best friend all in one go. Wise yet funny. Shouty yet reserved. Crazy yet tame. All those oxymorons that make him Sir Tom Jones.

He drunk Danny under the table and we listened to his incrediable stories. Some of which i had to excuse myself from the room because I was laughing too much.

The evening wore on and my eye lids were starting to droop.

"The thing i like about Charlie's music is that she sings about stuff you wouldn't expect," Tom said.

"What like her family being disapointed in her. Or trying to find a solution to a problem or just feeling worthless and trying to find your feet," Danny said.

"You actually went into a great in depth study into each song didn't ye?" I asked sarcastically.

Danny held his arms up as if to say 'What else did you expect?'.

"Well ... What can i say. Ye caught me red handed girl," Danny said.

I smiled.

I'm getting tired of smiling.

Those seven muscles get tired very quickly.

"Listen. I think I'm going to have to make my way back. I am way too tired," I said.

Danny quickly got up.

I looked sharply at him.

"I am coming with you. I shall escort ye home!" Danny said.

"Oh no ye don't ye park your ass back down on that chair and ye let Tom drink ye under the table again," I said only half sarcastically.

"No Charlie. Don't ye see thats WHY I have to go. Incase he does it again!" He said.

Will agreed.

"I'd hate for ye to go home on ya own Charlster," Will said.

Charlster. Hmm. New one.

"Let Danny escort ye back Charlie. If anything were to happen then i would hate for it to happen to ye of all the fucking people in the world!" Tom said.

I laughed again. Something about Tom swearing makes me laugh.

" Ye get used to it!" Danny said.

He held his arm out for me and i took it.

As soon as the door closed he dropped his arm to his side.

"Now. That wasn't too hard was it?" Danny said coldly.

Ouch. Was that how i sounded to him?

"I'm sorry about how i sounded on the phone. I am glad we have this all sorted out now!" I said honestly.

"Me too!" Danny said.

At least now i can go on The Voice with fewer worries.