Stuck Together

The Filming [Part Two]

“Hey...Tony...your alarm went off thirty-minutes a go.” The tall man faintly heard a familiar voice leaning over his half awake form. 

“Stop...It’s still early morning. Go back to sleep.” He whispered pushing his hand away. 

A sigh could be heard from the man as his attempted stopped. “RISE AND SHINE!” The lights flickered on.  

The british man grumbled as the light interrupted his sleep. He pulled the plush fabric over his head to drown out the bright glow. 

“Come on now, get up.” The blanket was pulled off his head and his eyes met with the bright room as well as John standing at the foot of the bed.  

“I hate getting up early.” Tony moaned as he got out of bed. 

“Come on, I’m sure everyone is already dressed and down stairs by now.” Keeble yawned. 

“What about him?” He pointed to his blonde friend who was still dazed by the slumber he just awoke from. 

“He’s up. Come on, Steve.” He motioned at the sitting man. 

“Are we supposed to dress regularly?” Tony asked Keeble as he stood from the bed. 

“Umm...I don’t know. I did.” He shrugged opening the door. 

Downstairs 7:30 A.M. 
“Look who finally decide to show up.” Martin remarked sarcastically. 

“Sorry, I overslept.” Hadley apologised. 

“How long has everyone been waiting for the crew to show?” The blonde saxophonist came from behind Tony. 

“Who was the first one down?” Curt asked, circling his finger around the group. 

Limahl raised his hand “I was, I think I came down around...Hmmm...6:30? Maybe 6:40.” 

“So about an hour.” Smith looked at Tony. Silence came over the group as the Englishman stood awkwardly.

“Well, sit down. We’ll probably be waiting for another hour.” Brad crossed his leg. 

“Are we supposed to be dressed normally?” David asked trying to fill the silence. 

“That's the same thing I asked.” Tony chuckled. 

“They gave us barley any information about this. So maybe they will.” Oates joined in

“Do you think performing in front of a camera the same as like performing on stage?” The frizzy haired man asked. 

“I would think so, David.” Ian answered back. “I’ve only been in a short documentary about the band. It’s like an interview. Not that i’ve been in that much interviews. I’m not the star of the show or the next best thing, But it’s okay." He huffed in a jokingly manner. 

30 minutes later 
The group sat in silence, Laura’s head rested in her hand as the others around had been slightly falling asleep or already collapsed against the sofa or the rug. Martins head laid back, almost leaning on his brother sitting next to him. The other brought his hand to the side of Martin's temple, bringing his head on his shoulder and proceeded to rest his cheek on his freshly combed head. 

"Ding Dong…" Laura's sleepy eyes opened at the sound of the door bell. 

"Oh! my goodness! They're here!" Norman shouted at the repetitive sound. 

"Who's going to answer the door?" Nick touch his hair nervously. 

"Tony!" A frantic Limahl shouted. He looked over at the sleeping giant. "Tony! get up!" He shook him from his slumber.