Not without your Flaws- A Bastille Fanfiction

CHAPTER IV- I Hear You Calling

PART I

"When are you meeting up with Woody next?" You called to Dan above the noise of the kettle. It'd been about 3 days since Dan had met Woody and you were itching to know when their next meeting would be. "Um...tomorrow lunch time I think! Why, do you want to come again?" Dan had said that there was no problem with you coming again, he'd be glad of the company but you felt as though he needed his own space. You two had been together for about three months and you'd barely left each other's sides. In all honesty, you thought that he'd be grateful for some time away from you. "No, I just really wanna know when you two are actually gonna start this band..." He laughed and shrugged his broad shoulders and looked at you uncertainly. "Look, I don't even know that this is going to happen. This is just a toe in the water- just a suggestion brought up by you, Robyn. If it all goes wrong, I'm gonna blame you for it. Deal?" You pulled up your hands to your chest, your palms facing towards Dan, backing up. "No deal! Hey! I thought that you would be good with the company on stage! That way, maybe you won't have to keep looking down at your feet!"  Dan clutched at your wrist and pulled you into his chest, somewhat smothering you. You struggled free, stifling laughs in order to act offended. "You tickled me. I'm not going to be talking to you for a long time because of that, Mr Smith. How very dare you?" Crossing your arms against your chest, you sat down and copied the action with your legs. He came and sat down by your side, and curled up next to you. "I can handle that..." He spoke without a care in the world and you were kinda frustrated that he didn't pander to you. "I can't deal with that at all Dan! You could show at least some kind of remorse! Well, now I'm really not talking to you." At this point, Dan had sat up but had leaned forward in his fit of laughter. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! No touchy in the future! Got it!" Okay, fine. That apology was all it took to win you back on side. For the rest of the morning, you sat and watched TV whilst Dan sat at the piano in his flat, writing songs. 

PART II

"Hey, I have this friend. I can't remember where I met him, but he's really into music. Can he come along to one of your gigs maybe?" Dan looked up from his place on the sheet music, his finger dropping from the lines to look at you. "Sure, if you think he'd like it."  You did. Of course he would! Who wouldn't? You pulled your phone from your back pocket and entered the passcode. A date that could neverbe forgotten. You found the number you were looking for, Will Farquarson. He had an iconic last name, one that would definitely stick in the music industry. You began to type the message:

Hey Will. if you don't have any plans, you should come to this gig with me. My friend Dan is playing and I really think you'd enjoy it... plus, it's free! 

You waited for the familiar vibration of your phone but it didn't come any time soon. You'd forgotten how slow Will replied to texts. "Why this sudden interest in other people hearing the songs I write?" Dan posed a question that you couldn't answer. Shrugging seemed to be the only thing that could communicate how lost for words you were. "I'm not sure...I think that everyone would love what you do. If you sing, and you can do it really well, why not let other people hear you?" Dan thought that that was an acceptable answer as he looked down and fumbled with his hands as usual. Your phone buzzed and the message from Will came through and lit up your scratched phone screen. 

Sure! Just let me know all the deets (that's slang for details) and I'll be there! This guy better be good- I'm giving up a night at home for this!

You'd forgotten that you were talking to Mr.Cool whenever you spoke to William Farquarson. This was a guy that wore tweed suits on nights out, he liked jazz. You didn't tell anyone that though. It's quite embarrassing being friends with a man that was means for the 1950s. "Will can come! I think you're really gonna like him, he's awesome." In that moment, that was the only true sentence that you could muster up about the guy. "Wicked. Just make sure he doesn't laugh about my songs in front of me." You punched Dan in the arm and texted Will that it would be held in a pub thing in town, starting at 7:30pm.                                                                                                                                         Seeing as it was already 6:45pm, you decided to head down to the venue a little early to watch everyone get excited about their Friday nights just beginning. It would give Dan more time to drown his nerves too. 

At 7:25pm, you met Will and dragged him over to Dan so that everyone could introduce themselves. "Dan, this is my friend Will. He likes music..." Taking him firmly by the hand, Dan shook it and told Will who he was. "So what type of music do you listen to?" This was the starting point of the conversation. You could tell that Dan was sussing him out because he always asked a question in the first five minutes of a question when he was. "Anything going really. I listen to all sorts! But there's one in particular that I can't get enough of!" Smiling, Dan nodded in agreement and continued where Will had left off. "Yeah, same! Anything but jazz, I can't stand it!" Will didn't know what to do or what to say as he felt like he had to make an impression, a good one. You watched intently as he flat out lied for most of the conversation. "Yeah, me neither. I hate it! It's so...jazzy..." Everyone laughed but you nudged him in the ribs, an indicator that you didn't think lying was a good option. He shot you look of panic as he listened to Dan speak. "I'm starting a band, at least I think I am. I'm pretty sure I have a drummer, Woody. You couldn't play any instruments could you?" No. No he couldn't. "Of course I can! I can play...the bass." Approvingly, your boyfriend crossed his arms against his chest and leaned up against the table you were standing by. "What about the piano? Can you sing?" No, he definitely couldn't play the piano or sing, at least, you'd never heard him, but you found yourself hearing him saying that he could. "Sure! No problem! I can do that!" Oh great. Will had just flat out lied to get into a band. That was a first, even for him. But with his Mr. Cool persona, Dan believed him.