Wonderland // McFly

Crashing Into Walls

January 10, 2010

Dallas had left, which was a positive thing, for the most part, but also a very negative thing considering the song count was only up to nine.

Nine songs is not enough for an album.

As soon as Dallas left, the boys and I headed to the studio and they started writing. They still didn't have luck, but they seemed sober and they were trying, which was all I could ask for. Seems as if life was going back to normal.

Well, almost back to normal.

I still couldn't stop thinking about what Dougie had said, and the fact that Tom knew and hadn't said anything about it.

After sitting at the studio with no results for a painfully long time, I almost felt like I was physically itching to speak to Tom, so I did.

"Hey, Tom, can you come to the front desk with me for a second?" I ask.

"Sure, why?" He asked.

Damn it, Fletcher.

"Uh...I'm just going to ask for a time extension and sometimes they like to speak to the artist."

"They do?" Danny asks.

"Yes." I say firmly. "They do." Tom gets up and follows me outside, put I pull him into a different corridor.

"Wha-" He starts.

"Tom, I heard." I say.

"Heard?" He questions.

"The other day when we were all at your house for the writing session. I heard you and Dougie talking on the porch. I heard what he said." I say quietly, even though I'm sure no one can hear us. Tom lets out a breath.

"Oh thank God. Lilly, I tried to talk to him, I did, but he just brushed me off." Tom rushes. "You've got to talk to him. You've got to fix this. Please." Tom says. I looked right in his eyes and shook my head.

"I can't." I say, solomley.

"No." Tom shakes his head. "No."

I was his last hope, and I couldn't do anything at all.

"You have to fix this." He begs again, his eyes becoming glossy, and looking me right in the eye. "You always fix things. You fixed it when Danny trashed the hotel room, You fixed it with Harry and Izzy, You fixed it so you and Dougie wouldn't get in trouble. You even fixed it when I was upset a few years ago. You can fix this. That's your job."

"Tom." I sigh. "I can't tell Dougie to stay in McFly. If he doesn't want to be in the band, I can't make him." Tom breaks his stare away from my eyes and lets out a small sob, looking down. I put my hand on the back of his neck. "I don't know...why Dougie would say that...but you have to think about the now."

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I hope that what Dougie said was just out of frustration from writing. But...if it's not...then right now you still have McFly. You have to cherish it while it lasts."

"No." Tom cried.

"It'll be okay." I say. I help Tom dry his tears, and we walk back into the studio to see the other three band members sitting on the ground with instruments in their hands (or drum sticks, in Harry's case).

"Right." Tom said, sniffling a little. "We need two more songs."

Classic Tom Fletcher, turning his sadness into productivity.

"Mate, we can't do it." Harry says. "Face it, we couldn't get any songs without Dallas."

"We got Party Girl." Tom shrugs.

"Songs we like." Dougie says.

"Good songs. McFly songs." Danny adds. "We need help."

I look around at them.

"I know just who." I say.

"You do?" Dougie asks. I nod.

"But it's not going to be easy."

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"Please Jason." I begged. "They need you. They really need you."

It was late now, but Jason had let me into his house to talk.

"Why should I help them? I gave them two amazing albums and they thank me by kicking me to the curb for Dallas Texas!" He says.

"Austin." I correct, and he looks at me, as if to ask if I was really tempting his patience. "Sorry." I add. "But you don't understand-"

"You don't understand, Lilly." He starts. "I cared about them. Like a father. More than what's-his-face ever could. He conned them, and now look where we are."

"Yes!" I say. "Look where we are! They're piss drunk every day they go in the studio, if I can even get them there, they're taking songs from artists they don't like and putting them on their album because they're desperate! They don't like many of the songs and they're so out of luck, and now Tom's crying because Dougie's quitting-"

"What?" Jason asks. I look at him, and try to convey in my eyes my absolutely broken heart.

"Dougie told Tom after this album...McFly's over." I say.

"Well did you talk to him?" Jason asks.

"No. Tom tried but he wouldn't listen." I sigh. "But Jason, they're so frustrated. I think...I think if you come back...if you show them the joy song writing brought them, he might remember how great being in the band is."

Jason looks around, paces, sits, then gets up and paces again. He walks over to his huge racks of CD's and pulls one out.

Motion in the Ocean. The first album he did for them.

"Tell them to get themselves in the studio at eight o'clock tomorrow, and they better not have a drop of alcohol in their veins."

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