You Won't Feel A Thing - (The Script Fanfic)

Chapter 7

After a ten minute lecture on “why you should not run away from safety while someone out there is trying to kill you”, everything became calm again.  I mean, yeah, I was still locked up in a hotel room, but at least I had some decent company.

“We need to go do a sound check. You can stay here or come with us?” Glen asked after Danny and Mark had left the room, presumably to go to their own rooms to change.

“Did you really just ask that? Of course I am going to say that I will come with you.”

So we all went to the venue for the sound check.

Glen was on the right side, banging away at his drums; Mark was on the left side strumming away at his guitar, and Danny was centre stage, singing away. It was amazing to hear how Danny’s Irish accent vanished when he sang, but gosh was it still beautiful. Positioned behind Danny was Ben – their bass player – and Rodney – their keyboardist. It was amazing to see them smiling up on the stage, obviously enjoying the sensation of performing on stage.

I stood on the stage next to them, looking onto the vast space that would soon hold many fans, screaming and cheering.

“This must be a dream come true.” I said, to no-one in particular.

“It is. Amazing, isn’t it?” Danny said, standing next to me, microphone in hand.

“Don’t you get nervous?”

“Always.” He smiled. He held out the microphone towards me. “Try it out.”

“You’re being serious.” Reluctantly, I took it from his grasp. “Hello.” I said into the microphone. It felt strange to hear my voice echoing around the whole venue. “Best leave it to the expert.” I said, passing it back. I noticed the Irish flag on the microphone. “Very patriotic.”

“Well, when you have a tattoo, you may as well have it on your mic too.”

“I’d like to see that tattoo.” He turned towards me, revealing his right shoulder. On there was a tattoo of a shamrock with the words “Irish power” tattooed around it. “Guess you will always have luck on your side.”

“Let’s hope so. If I fall flat on my face tomorrow night, I am going to blame you.” He laughed.

“Hey. That’s unfair.” I folded my arms across my chest but smiled.

He laughed and walked to the side of the stage to collect his acoustic guitar. I walked over to Glen who was sat playing his drums, obvious concentration on his face. He looked up at me and smiled, stopping playing.

“How are you enjoying the experience on stage?”

“It’s weird.” I nodded towards the drums. “You are really talented.”

“Thank you. I have been playing for a while.” He put his drumsticks down and sipped at his bottle of water. “Does this make you want to be part of the band?”

“If I had a talent, then sure. Unfortunately plain Jane over here cannot play drums, or guitar, or keyboard, and I cannot sing. However, I could bring something new to your band.”

“And what’s that?”

“I can play the triangle.”

Glen smirked. “Watch out. You might show us up.”

“Of course I would. Top notch triangle player over here.” I smiled. “Okay, I’m going to get a drink. Enjoy playing your drum kit.” I tapped one of the cymbals as I walked away from his platform.

I went over to the far end of the stage and picked up my bottle of water, sipping at it. From there, I watched the rest of the sound check, realising how good of a band The Script truly were.