Sexual Seduction

Track 01

CHAPTER 1

VAN MCCANN

"One adult ticket to Newcastle, please," I grin at the woman behind the counter as Johnny orders his ticket next to me. He's already finished before I can even roll the money towards the woman. "Can I get an open return?" I add, noticing Johnny has gotten one and I need one too.

When he walks over to me and rests his elbow on the counter, he jokes, "shouldn't you be getting a child ticket? I reckon ya could pass off as one, don't you?" He laughs at his own joke and earns a gentle shove from me, surprisingly making him stumble backwards as I forgot he is carrying his acoustic guitar with him, just like me.

"Thanks," I curtly say to the surprisingly kind old woman, taking both my tickets and making my way towards the platform with Johnny in tow. He mumbles something and I recognise it to be one of the Mac DeMarco songs he listens to all the time.

We walk up the stairs, then down them again, just to make our way to platform three. Exhausted already, I put my acoustic down and sit myself on the bench. Johnny does the same and pretends to go to sleep.

"Oi, you twat." I mutter, nudging him ever so slightly with my elbow so that he pretends to be jilted awake. "Train arrives in five minutes, let's not piss about now. If you fall asleep, I'm leaving you here." I suggest, watching him roll his eyes and he folds his arms in protest.

"Do you think this face perfects itself without beauty sleep? Dibs on the window seat," he laughs, elbowing me in the side as I shake my head.

"But I like looking out the window," I snarl, crossing my legs.

"And I like sleeping against the window. Unless you want me to sleep on you, which can be arranged." He counteracts, causing me to sigh because I hate being nearest to the crowded aisle. That's if we even get seats.

"This is shite. I'm twenty years old, Johnny. We should be riding first class or summet, might meet a fit lass that way. I wish we'd get a van, it would be well easier to get to gigs, you know?"

"You know, we basically live on trains and I'm not even complaining, it's better than making way on a coach. Speak to someone about getting Catfish a van! But don't you forget about me when you're living in top class seats in a rusty old trash bucket." Bondy chuckles, tapping me on the arm to warn me that the train is arriving.

I laugh at his assumptions, shaking my head to show gratitude towards him. "Fuck no, you'd be coming on tour with us! I'm sure there'll be plenty of space for you, we could pop a couple of bottles. Getting absolutely pissed after shows sounds good to me. And who better to do it with? Billy wouldn't drink half as much as you do!" I proclaim, gaining attention from a couple of lasses waiting for the same train (I assume).

"Yeah but Symphonic need to tour too," he moans and I let out a sigh. I don't know how to tell him that I'd wish he would just come and rock out with my band. We could do with his handy guitar playing, he's ace when it comes to riffs.

I don't know what to say so I accidentally let slip, "haven't Symphonic got about fifty fucking members? Doubt they'd miss you for a couple of nights."

He reacts better than what I thought he would, chuckling as he pulls a cigarette out of his box. "Oi, you cheeky fuck. I'm trying to make a career for myself, I don't need to be your guitar technician or whatever, you've got Lau."