These Streets were fairly busy, packed full of people. Especially homeless. The problem with society nowadays is that you never know who's genuine and who's a fraud. The amount of homeless people, how many Fake It and how many are actually affected by the Weight Of Living? But if all the Glory from your life was taken from you, and you were Torn Apart, What Would You Do? But also, who's to Blame for their situation? I guess each person's Flaws determine where they'll end up at the end Of The Night. Some people will get plunged into Oblivion, some will receive Bad_News. That's the effect of Power these days, and Good Grief it's terrifying...Lets hope there's people who find it a Shame, and want to help people to get rid of all the Bad Blood in the world.
"It's sad isn't it..." Dan was looking out of my window. We both were looking at an old homeless guy sat with his back against a wall. A dog lay next to him, wrapped up in some dirty rags and cloth. The guy wore a dark brown shirt and some grey dirty joggers. A bucket sat infront of him, but looked empty.
"Yeah...I wish we could help." A voice from infront spoke. Woody and the rest of the boys were also looking out the window at the man.
"Guys, brainwave idea!!" Kyle shouted.
"Oh god..." Will laughed and rolled his eyes, expecting Kyle's plan to be stupidly ridiculous.
Kyle paused his music and the whole car was silent, ready to listen to his plan.
"So, since we're stuck in traffic and not moving anywhere, and the trampoline park doesn't open for another two hours, why don't we park up and go help raise money for homeless people?" Kyle held his arms out and looked around at everyone.
"How?" Dick asked, looking at Kyle through the rear-view mirror.
"Well, we can perform. I know we aren't massively famous, but we still will be able to raise some money for some people and get them some food for dinner?" Kyle asked.
"Kyle man I think that's the first good plan you've ever had..." Charlie laughed and nodded. Everyone in the bus nodded and mumbled "I'm in" agreeing to join.
"My guitars in the boot, we could use a cup or bucket for a drum that Woody can play and then Kyle and Charlie can use body percussion whilst Dan sings." Will pointed to each person as he said their name.
"Guys this is such a good idea, attaboy Kyle. Nice one buddy." Dan patted his shoulder.
"Right, get ready to perform guys." Dick exclaimed as he began looking out the window and searched the area for a place to park.
Everyone in the car was cheering with excitement. I looked at Dan who seemed quite nervous.
"You alright Danny boy?" I laughed.
"Don't ever call me that again," he laughed with me. "Just nervous. How good I sing decides how much money the people get, what if I dont sing well enough?" He looked out the window at the homeless man as he spoke.
"Dan you underestimate yourself hun, you're the best singer I've ever met," I smiled at him and rubbed his arm.
"Okay, but how many singers have you actually met?" He shrugged.
"Dan, you know what I mean..." I rested my head on his shoulder and hugged his arm. "You'll do amazing, everyone will love you. You've sold out so many shows before, if you can do that then you can do this!" I knew I was true, there was no doubt in my words. Dan was going to blow away the streets of London, but he just didn't know it yet.
"Thanks for trying to cheer me up Becca," he hugged me as best as he could considering we were sat with our seatbelts on.
"Right, let's go boys," Charlie shouted from the front of the car as Dick parked the car and we all got out.
"Can we go to the old guy with the dog first?" Dan stood nervously, clutching the bottom of his shirt.
"Yeah, good idea baby," Kyle patted Dan's shoulder and the both of them laughed.
We all walked for about twenty minutes to get to the homeless guy. About twelve people noticed the boys and asked for photos as we passed through the town.
The boys performed next to the homeless guy, gaining lots of attention from the public. People swamped around them, taking photographs and recording on their phones. Tons of money was made. I sat next to Woody on the floor as he drummed, taking in the atmosphere, and Dan's insanely amazing voice.
After they finished singing a few songs and had made a sufficient amount of money, they moved on to help another person, and then another. They recieved the same response from the public.
After the final performance, they took photos with anyone that asked and we all decided to walk back to the car.
"THAT WAS INSANE!" The boys all shouted as they huddled round patting eachothers back and smiling.
"Well done boys, that was amazing." I hugged them all congratulating them. I hugged Dan last, holding onto him a little longer than I did with the others.
"You were awesome Smith!" I looked up at him gripping both sides of his denim jacket and smiling.
"Well, you're the one who encouraged me to do it, you're the awesome one." He winked and hugged me again, tight.
"Soooo, if you're done, I'd like to have a word with your boyfriend Becca!" Kyle appeared, pushing me and Dan apart and walking between us.
"Kyle we aren't dating." I rolled my eyes and walked besides Kyle, trying to keep my patience.
"Thats a shame ya know, you'd be cute!" Kyle started to walk further ahead.
"No, you're wrong, there's no way that would ever happen." I laughed nervously, denying any comments suggesting that I might like him. Dan stayed silent. He walked ahead watching the floor, straight faced, quiet. It seemed odd.
Not long later, we arrived back at the car. "Holy shit guys, it's 4:30, the trampoline place shuts in an hour and we're half an hour away..." Charlie looked at his watch in amazement.
"Maybe we'll take you guys trampolining another day, eh? You did good today guys." Dick praised the boys as we all got back into our seats in the car.
"Why don't we go home and all watch some tv shows?" Dan spoke, suddenly beaming with happiness.
"Dan mate if you're talking about Twin Peaks, you can watch it alone mate, none of us like it!" Woody and the boys laughed. Dan sighed rolling his eyes, as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out his phone, holding it in his boney, slim fingers.
"I'll watch it with you." I smiled, waiting for Dan to say 'nah, its okay', but to my surprise I was wrong. He looked up at me, a smile appearing slowly across his face.
"I think I would like that." His smile grew wider.
"I think I would like that too." I smiled in return as we both faced forward leaning against our windows, slowly falling asleep surrounded by the voices of the boys talking about us both.
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By The End Of The Night - Dan Smith Fanfiction💜
Fanfiction"she loves you dan; don't let her leave"
