That Thing You Do! (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 8 - Sweet Talkin'

Dylan's P.O.V

"You suck!" I yelled at the band walking off the stage.
"Nope." Monroe tipped her head back, looking up at the ceiling, sat on my left, at the round table we had occupied.
"I don' think Chicago 'as what we're lookin' for." Stevie sighed, sat on my right.
We sat facing the stage. It was passed 12:00 AM, so we were ready to call it quits.
"Hello, Chicago! We're-"
"Let's go!" I stood up, shouting at my bandmates, making Monroe fall out her seat.
I smiled and we all started laughing, finishing our drinks. May as well keep their spirits up.

We grabbed our jackets and walked out the venue.
"Good evening people, welcome to the show
Got something here I want you all to know
When life and people bring on primal screams
You got to think of what it's gonna take to make your dreams" We heard from inside, before Stevie started singing.

"Make it
Don't break it
I said make it 
Don't break it
If you do then you feel like the world's coming down on you"
"Man, you can actually sing... What about backing vocals, Stevie?" I asked him, as he walked in between me and Monroe.
"I dunno. Nev'r thought 'bout it." He shrugged, scratching the back of his head, as he did a lot.
"Try it with me!" I smiled and started to sing.

"Oh my god look what the cat dragged in
Livin' my life sin after sin
Night rolls up and I do it again
Oh my god, look what the cat dragged in"

I smiled at him, as he sung with me from the second line.
"Monroe?" I asked, turning to her.
"I don't sing, mate!" She shook her head, as we turned the street corner.
"Yeah, but you have a British accent, and that will get us some attention. Sing with us!" I told her, nudging Stevie to go again.
Monroe looked reluctant, but caught on at the second line.

"Oh my god look what the cat dragged in
Livin' my life sin after sin
Night rolls up and I do it again
Oh my god, look what the cat dragged in"
She shrugged, looking uncomfortable. She sounds amazing, but I'm guessing, in the past, people have told her not to sing... She's giving that attitude about it.

"What if we lose the backin' on the las' line?" Stevie suggested.
"That would work." I nodded, thinking about it. "Monroe, sing me a random song. Any song." I wrapped an arm over her shoulders. She was tiny, like Suzi Quatro. I loved it. Small, but not to be underestimated.

"Dylan, there isn't a song, in the world, I know all the words to." She shrugged my arm off her.
"Lie!" Stevie called her out, speeding up his pace. "Y'know a few!"
"Ah! Got cha now! Whats-a-goin' on?!" I smiled, getting a smile out of Monroe.
"I can't sing... My voice cracks and I don't have the right voice for it." She frowned.
"Na-Ah! Everyone can sing, but the choice of song is what determines if you can or can't. Now..." I thought of my record collection. "What songs do you know?" I asked her.
"Wig Wam Bam!" Stevie pointed at his cousin.
"No!" She sped up her pace.

She knew it!

"Hiawatha didn't bother too much!" I called out on the empty street. We were about five minutes from the motel. The streets were rather empty and not a person was around.
I waited for her.
"'Bout Minnie Ha-Ha and her tender touch!" Stevie smiled, raising his hands to the sky, pointing up.
"Till she took him to the silver stream!" I smiled at him.
"Then she whispered words like he had never heard!
That made him all shudder inside when she said!" Me and Stevie cheered.

"Wig-wam bam, gonna make you my man!
Wam bam bam, gonna get you if I can!" Stevie hit some real harmonies
"Wig-wam bam, want to make you understand" I pointed at Monroe, as she was walking backwards, facing us two.
"Try a little touch, try a little too much..." She spoke softly.
"Just try a little wig-wam bam!" Stevie and I smiled at her.
She smiled and shook her head.

"Running Bear never cared enough..." She started to sing.
"About Little White Dove and her tender love
'Til she took him to the silver stream
She told him all about what he couldn't live without!" She sung us the story.
"And made him all weak inside when she said!" I sung with her.

"Wig-wam bam, gonna make you my man!
Wam bam bam, gonna get you if I can!
Wig-wam bam, want to make you understand!" We chanted.
"Try a little touch, try a little too much!" I grinned, as we walked in the motel car park.
"Just try a little Wig-wam bam!" Monroe and Stevie laughed.

"Wig-wam bam sham-a-lam!" I encouraged them.
"Wam bam bam sham-a-lam!" They laughed, the three of us walking together again.
"Wig-wam bam sham-a-lam!" We walked up the stairs.
"Wam bam bam sham-a-lam!" I led us to our room, not turning our volume down.

"Hiawatha didn't bother too much
About Minnie Ha-Ha and her tender touch
Till she took him to the silver stream!" Monroe sung with all her might.
"Then she whispered words like he'd never heard!" I opened our door.
"That made him all shudder inside when she said!" Stevie called out, before we sorta ran into our room.

"Wig-wam bam, gonna make you my man
Wam bam bam, gonna get you if I can
Wig-wam bam, want to make you understand
Try a little touch, try a little too much
Just try a little wig-wam bam!" We all sung as loud as we could, getting the neighbours banging on the walls and shouting at us.
We laughed, though!
"Get to bed. We leave first thing!" I warned the two.

Stevie had the small single bed, and I was sharing with Monroe, in the double. She could sing and I was going to get her to. One way or another!

. . .

We were up and gone, before the sun even came up. We had no luck in Chicago, but we were on our way to Ohio, now. A five plus hour drive. We're staying in Ohio for two nights, and I already know of three venues we need to scope out.
Monroe has me convinced that we can make it and I'm really getting close to these two. I have faith, but I know there is something Monroe isn't telling me. Like who this 'Joe' is... He's in the music business, and that's all I know. What part does he play in the industry? That's what I want to know.