Katie's P.O.V - One Week Later
"You're shit!" I called out at Eddie and Stevie, as they were up on the bar, singing along to True, by Spandau Ballet.
"I can't believe you listen to these guys." Dylan went from looking at the boys, to looking at me, standing on his left, up on the stage.
We had just set up our amps and the drum kit. Stevie didn't want to help, as I've got him now listening to Spandau Ballet. I love them, and now Stevie does too.
It's been three days of this!
"Mate, I'm sorry. My mum loved them, and it passed onto me..." I shrugged, unashamedly.
Dylan snickered, shaking his head at me.
"Not for you?" I asked him.
"More of a Duran and Wham! fan, if I'm gonna be honest..." Dylan looked down, guiltily.
"Your secret is safe with me!" I held a hand over my heart, smiling at him.
He gave me the middle finger, joking it off, before we grabbed the mics, setting them up. We were all doing backing vocals.
On the guys second day here, me and Dylan overheard Eddie singing in the shower. We sat outside the bathroom, for an hour, listening to him sing, writing up a song as we did. He, I swear on my life, has the voice of an angel. It's so beautiful!
When he walked out the bathroom, we convinced him to sing for us, and Dylan got it to go deeper, getting the idea for a co-lead vocalist, you know, like The Cars?! Eddie was all in.
I heard the venue doors open, grabbing my attention. I looked over, the door being at the back of the room, on the right.
A averaged height, brunette guy, walked in, wearing blue jeans, a black Van Halen shirt, with a blue denim jacket on. His hair was dark brown, long, just passed his shoulders. Interesting...
His sleeves were rolled up, showing off some bracelets, and he was carrying a guitar case.
"Todd! I'm so glad you made it! You find us OK?!" Eddie smiled, hurrying over to the guy.
"Christ, man... Van Halen?" Dylan muttered, coming over to me, on stage left.
Eddie and Todd shook hands and gave each other a 'bro' hug.
"He's got a guitar..." I pointed out.
"Not looking good." Dylan frowned.
Dylan was wearing his leather pants, with black boots, a white ripped up T Rex shirt, with his leather jacket, and not forgetting a red bandana around his head.
I wore a grey Aerosmith shirt, with my black and white stripped jeans, with odd coloured converse, one green, one purple, along with my red bowler hat, and black and red stiped arm warmers.
Stevie came over to us and sat on the stage, in front of us. Dylan and I walked over, sitting with him, putting Stevie on my left, and Dylan on my right.
"I don' know if I like him..." Stevie whispered to us.
"Let's just hear him." Dylan grumbled, pulling out a cigarette, from his jacket pockets.
"Uh, no smoking in here." I told him, as Eddie brought Todd over to us.
"Sue me." Dylan spoke plainly, as he lit it up.
"You do you, man." I wasn't gonna try, which is a bad move really - Letting someone like Dylan get away with doing whatever they like.
"So, these are the guys I told you about." Eddie smiled, looking at all of us.
"Ah, yes. I forget I have a dick." I wasn't happy about that one.
"Also, the lovely and very generous, Monroe. Let me finish next time!" Eddie tried to play it off, but it wasn't working.
Dylan, Stevie, and I just looked at him with knowing smiles.
He waved it off, smiling, turning to Todd.
"This is Todd. Toddie-boy, this is Dylan, rhythm guitar, Monroe, lead guitar, and Stevie, drummer." Eddie did the introductions.
"Toddie-boy?" Stevie asked, talking to himself, scratching the back of his head, with his drumsticks.
I snorted, quietly, having it go unnoticed.
"Hey, everyone!" Todd gave us a nod.
"Can you sing?" Dylan got straight to it.
"Yeah. Are you all set up? I can sing for you now, if you want..." Todd offered, pointing up at the mics.
"Test the sound. Stevie check the mics. Monroe, with me." Dylan hopped off the stage, heading to the back of the venue.
I followed close behind him, going through a door at the back, titled 'staff only', and up some steps to the sound room.
It was shielded by one way, sound proof glass. There was a monitor inside, that you could hear the music through.
Dylan sat in the chair, and I sat up on the table in the back of the room. The room wasn't big, enough for two people.
"What you think?" Dylan asked me, setting up the gear. We had to pay to rent this place out, and we used this place well. Every day for the whole week. We have to be out by 06:00, so they can set up for any gigs. We're usually out by 05:00 anyway.
"He seems... I don't know. Let's hear him." I had no clue.
Dylan leaned up to the mic. "Stevie?" He asked.
"Mic check! One, two, three, four! Stevie's knockin' on the door. Five, six, seven, eight! Marc Bolan was really great!" Stevie called through the mic.
"Jesus, dude..." Dylan snickered.
I laughed, as Dylan gave the mic a green light.
Stevie moved onto the one on stage left. "One, two, three-"
"Thanks, Stevie. One mic for now!" Dylan stopped him.
We saw Stevie frown and walk up to the drumkit.
"Why did ya stop him?" I asked, as we were going to do every mic.
"Asking Stevie was a mistake. We'll do it later. Let's hear the guy for now." Dylan smiled back at me.
I smiled back at him and Todd took to the mic. Eddie was speaking to him, before he nodded and Eddie and Stevie climbed off the stage.
Eddie gave us a wave, telling us we were good, so we got up and left the room, joining the boys in the auditorium.
There was an old couch, at the back of the room, so we all took a seat. Me and Eddie on the armrests and Dylan and Stevie on the seats.
"When you're ready, Todd!" Eddie smiled, nodding to his mate.
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