Salvation

35 ∆ david dickinson's antique chase

        ''Well I never thought I'd had to come pick you up in jail. But oh, how the world turns, and here we are!'' Dan smiled sweetly as I walked towards him, looking down in embarrassment. I could still see him putting his wallet back in to his back jeans pocket, and I mentally scolded myself for making him spend actual money on me.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you -- I just needed to let someone know, you know? I was getting sort of-''

''Nah, don't worry, it's fine.'' He chuckled, hugging me sideways as we walked towards the exit.

I smiled softly, but still not believing him as I pulled back. ''I'm making it up to you. And I'm paying you back.''

''Really, it's fine-'' He waved his hand signalling it was okay, just as we reached his car.

''Actually... I have two spare tickets for a concert later today. Are you by any chance interested?'' I said, reminding myself of the tickets Matthew got me, smiling as I entered the car.

I think I was supposed to go with Matty to the concert, but seen as he was in the hospital and probably going to jail for drug possession and influence over underage afterwards, I thought I might invite someone else to come with.

''Hmm...'' Dan narrowed his eyes in a comic way as he started the engine. ''Maybe... Band? Or solo?''

''Band.''

''Okay. Who?''

''Some post-indie experimental electronic garage synth psychedelic pop rock band.''

Dan laughed as I chuckled, happy that I made him smile. ''MGMT is it?'' 

''Yeah!'' I laughed too. ''How'd you guess?''

He chuckled as we sped off into the avenue. ''There are so many post-indie experimental electronic garage synth psychedelic pop rock bands out there, yeah?''

***

Dan's P.O.V.

I dropped Anna off at her flat and we decided to meet at the venue in half an hour. As I got home, I called Kyle and told him I wouldn't be able to make it to our night out with the lads before the tour started. He whined a bit, but let it go eventually, which I was glad for.

''Hey, Meg!'' I yelled as I entered our house. ''I'm home! Go get ready cos we have a concert to attend in twenty minutes!''

''Slow down, what?'' She asked grinning as she came out of the kitchen where I suppose she was baking some sort of cake.

''Oh, sorry. Wouldn't have yelled if I knew you were so close-''

''Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what I meant. Concert you say?''

I laughed at her. ''Yes. MGMT. In twenty. Get out of that apron and put on some other clothes, we're leaving in ten.'' I said as I kissed her lips quicky.

''AY, YEAH! MGMT!'' She screamed, jumping excited, not bothering to question where did I get the tickets from or even asking about the kid I went to rescue in jail. ''Thanks Dan! I'll be right back.'' She said, grinning, kissing me real quick again before speeding off upstairs, leaving me to laugh to myself.

*** 

Anna's P.O.V.

''That was fucking incredible.'' I breathed as we walked out of the theatre. 

''Pretty great indeed.'' Dan chuckleed, crossing an arm over Megan's shoulders. She wasn't speaking but she seemed amazed -- apparently, she loved MGMT too.

We walked out of the venue area and down the road towards the centre. Dan asked if I'd like to stop over at their flat to have a drink or something, but I said I needed to get home. Megan then offered me a ride, but again I refused, not wanting to cause them any more trouble. I thanked them again, promised I'd pay them back when we met another time because then I had no money on me, we said our goodbyes and I sped off down the nearest underground.

I got home half an hour later, I had a shower then went to bed, tired, unusually happy and anxious about the next day.

***

It was early in the morning, about 6 or 7, and I was still laid out in bed when my phone started ringing. I picked it up after a few rings, rubbing my eyes and feeling slightly annoyed. The screen read Edmond, and I remembered about what we had settled a few days ago. 

I figured I should pick it up, just in case there was something important he needed to tell me.

''Uh, hello?''

''Morning, Anna. 'Sup?''

''I'm alright. I was sleeping...''

''Oh, yeah, sorry. About that... well, we were up all night. Still buzzin'. Waiting for you here, whenever you want to.''

''Okay,'' I replied, thinking about Matthew. ''I'll be there as soon as I properly get up.''

''Alrighty.''

I locked my phone and sighed, rolling out of bed. This was going to be a long day. 

*** 

A shower, four cups of tea, two vicodins and a phone call later, I was out of the flat and on my way to the studio. Running through masses of people in the underground, I managed to plug in my earphones and make my way listening to random music, until I finally reached the warehouse.

I knocked lightly on the heavy metal doors awaiting a response, but with no success. So I entered the establishment, not really bothering to call out for them. I wasn't one for yelling, you see.

In a couple minutes I found them all sitting round the coffee table, playing a game (which I found out was David Dickinson’s Antique Chase as I got closer). 

''Anna!'' Ross greeted half excitedly, not looking up from the board. The others greeted me too, but I was more interested in their game.

''What the hell is this?'' I asked, picking up the lid and not replying. 

''A board game. Quite british.'' George explained, looking up.

''I see.'' I nodded, averting my eyes to the board. ''How does it work-''

''It's not important- it's just not that great. C'mon, let's go get you signed to a record company.'' Ed said, laughing and getting up. 

***

About half an hour later, Edmond, Stuart and I were far off into the warehouse, in the actual studio part. They asked me questions and recorded the audio on their phones. 

''Why'd you choose Anna Sun as the first song to sing to us?'' Ed asked.

''So you'll remember me.''

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this is a shit ending! but the story is getting cooler! i cant promise regular updates!! im sorry about the 10 billion years without updating!!! im fifteen now and im going to england in january so lets meet up yo