Luke:
“Y/N!” Luke smiles as he opens his house door. “Come in, I’m just gonna take a quick shower.”
Nodding, you step into his house and wander up to his room.
“I’ll be 15 minutes.” He says before stepping into his bathroom.
Standing in his room, you start rummaging through his things, no different than any other time as you had been a frequent visitor in his room since you were 3. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot his prized guitar sitting in the corner. Eyeing it, you walk over to it and hesitantly touch it. Over the years, you had never touched Luke’s guitar before because you had no idea how to play. Seeing the amplifier right beside it, you have a mental debate of whether not you should play around with the guitar.
“You can play with it.” Luke suddenly says, surprising you. Turning around, you glare at the blonde who was drying his hair with a towel.
“A little warning would be nice next time.” You roll your eyes. “I would,” you began, “but I don’t actually know how to play.”
“Seriously?” Luke asks with a raised eyebrow. “All these years and you’ve never asked me?”
You shrugged.
“I just assumed you knew how to play.” Luke says, shaking his head. Throwing his towel into the hamper, he walks over and picks up his guitar. Setting it up, you see him plug his guitar into the amplifier and mess around to make sure his guitar is in tune. Motioning for you to go over to him, you sit down beside him on his bed.
“Here,” he says, passing you the guitar. “Hold it like this.”
You take the guitar and place it in your lap like he did. Luke scooted behind you and guided your arms. Taking your hand in his, he places your fingers in different strings.
“Okay, now push down hard.”
You wince at the unfamiliar feeling of stiff strings your fingertips were pressing. You strum once, hearing about half of the strings coming through clearly.
“Well, it’s a start.” He laughs.
From that day on, you’d go over every day and learn for a few hours. By the end of the month, you could play the major cords clearly and with ease.
Calum:
You sat on the stool, bouncing your leg as you played with a Gibson Les Paul in a testing room. Calum needed his bass guitar fixed so you came with him to the music store. For the next 15 minutes, you mindlessly started messing around with chords and somehow, you came up with the start of a song. Pulling your iPhone out, you played it again, recording it so you could work on this new project of yours later on. When you stopped the recording, you looked up to see Calum looking at you through the glass.
Raising your eyebrow at him, he opens the door.
“Those chords sounded nice. Are you writing a new song?”
You nod. “This guitar is amazing. If only I had thousands of dollars laying around for me to you.”
Chuckling, Calum walks over to you. “C’mon, let’s go play around with a bass guitar.”
Unplugging the guitar from the amplifier, you hold it in your hands. “But I don’t know how to play.”
Taking your guitar and placing it back onto the wall hanger, he says “That’s why I’m gonna teach you.”
You follow behind him as he wanders to the bass guitar section of the store and stares at the wall for a minute before picking out one. Going into an empty testing room, you sit down on the opposite stool as he tunes his bass.
“So it’s not as hard as it looks. You don’t have to press as hard as a guitar and you only play one string at once.”
He demonstrates a simple scale then passes you the bass. Having played guitar already since you were a child, you had good memorization and managed to play exactly the same as Calum.
“See, you’re a natural!” He beams proudly.
“Mr. Calum Hood?” You heard a voice call out.
“I think my bass is fixed. We can play around with it later after sound check.”
Ashton:
I’m not being me
And it’s getting me down
That she makes me think
Makes me think
That I’m trying
I’m trying
I’m trying too hard again.
You sat in the middle of the concert hall that 5 Seconds of Summer were performing in this evening. Being the only spectator amongst crew members, you looked awkward sitting down where in less than 3 hours would have hundreds, if not a thousand screaming girls. Dating Ashton had its perks; you would always watch their sound check and see them mess around, only to be scolded by someone to stay on-task. You smiled at how even though they were rapidly growing in popularity and fame, they were still the same level-headed, down-to-earth dorky boys you met years ago.
“THANK YOU MIAMI! YOU’VE BEEN A WILD CROWD!” Ashton screamed at the top of his lungs.
Shaking your head at his behavior, you hop onto the stage and make your way over to him.
“I won’t ever be able to get over how great you guys sound.”
“But of course, the band is no good without an amazing drummer, right?” he pouts.
“Of course.” You say, leaning down to kiss him.
“Ew, gross.” Calum says, walking off stage.
“Do you have some time?” you ask.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Ashton asks, concern growing.
“Nothing’s wrong.” You reassure him. “I just wanted to ask if you would teach me how to play the drums.” You shyly ask.
For the next hour, you became an attentive student as you listened and watched as Ashton showed you the components of his drum kit and the basics to drumming. By the time the two of you had to leave the stage so the fans could begin coming in, you had gotten somewhat of a rhythm down and practice sessions set up for the coming days.
Michael:
“C’mon Y/N!” Michael whined.
“No.” You insist, shaking your head.
“Please?”
“No.”
“The fans really want us to do a duet at the next show.”
“I don’t want to sing in front of so many people.”
“Then how about you play the guitar?” he suggests.
“You know I can’t play.” You frown.
He shrugs. “I’ll teach you if you want.”
“Really?” You smile.
“Why not? If you really don’t wanna sing then you can play the guitar while I sing.”
“Okay.”
You and Michael both agreed on playing “The A Team” as your duet cover. You vigorously practiced every day for a week, until the point of your fingertips being on the verge of bleeding. Slowly, you got the hang of it and could play the chords quickly. When the time came to perform, you had gotten so comfortable playing the guitar that you were able to sing harmonies. Michael was extremely proud of your achievement that later that evening, he gave you reimbursement. If you know what I mean (;
