You were sitting in your room, hitting the drumsticks on your desk to the beat of __fav song__. Right when you reached your awesome and overdone final you heard your cell ring. Of course, it was your friend and band mate Alfred F. Jones. He was really loud and could be quite obnoxious, but he was a damn good guitar player and he's great at backup vocals.
Your band was a nice small band with 4 members, Matthew on drums, Arthur on bass, Alfred on guitar, and you as lead vocalist. Your band was a great hit and you had gigs almost every weekend, but lately stuff was going kind of slow since you had no new material.
You loved your band, they were like a second family to you, like a bunch of brothers, and you know they felt the same way right back, mainly because you knew all the instruments they play and you could replace anyone they were sick. ((that's what I call love))
You put down the sticks beside your drum kit and picked up the phone. "Hellooo~ sup Al" you said with a cheery tone.
"Dude we got a major problemo, Arthur is sick with the cold and has that perv Francis helping him, and we kinda lost Mattie again, we think he is visiting home, but we don't know" Alfred said in what seemed a single breath.
"Alfred, chill we will cancel the gig" I said trying to calm the ecstatic American.
"CANCEL THE GIG ARE YOU NUTS BRO, THIS IS THE FIRST GIG WE GOT ALL MONTH" Alfred yelled into the phone.
"Alfred… the month started 2 weeks ago"
"…Still! Dude we need this gig" Alfred said starting to panic.
"How about I play drums and we call someone up to replace Arthur" I said trying to come up with solutions.
"Orrrrrrr, be at my house at 6 in the garage, if we aren't gonna have a gig at least were gonna show up at the next one with a new song, See ya!" Alfred said quickly hanging up the phone.
This was your favorite part of being in a band, creating music. Especially with Alfred, he can spit out rhymes like he was practicing his whole life. His writing is amazing and he could come up with an amazing tune off the top of his head.
As you were walking up to Alfred's house you could see his garage door up and everything was prepped. You could see the drum kit already assembled, the guitars and bass tuned and hooked up to the amps, and the mics were ready to roll.
"Hey, __name__! Come on, let's get this started!" Alfred yelled from his garage.
You walked into the garage and he closed the door behind you.
"So, you got any ideas, it's like I put all of them in the last song" He said as he laughed.
"No actually I was counting on you to have some ideas like always, I guess this will take a little longer than it did last time."
"Um ok, how about I pick up the guitar and you go on drums and we will think of a beat, and we can rock from there" He said picking up his writing guitar, which is just a simple brown electric, his collection of guitars is HUGE.
You follow his instructions and you sit at the kit and just step on the pedal following a simple 1-2-3 beat.
"Dude, my mind has drawn a big fat burger, wanna stop by McDonalds?" He said putting the guitar on his lap.
"Come on, have you ever written anything down but forgotten to show us, you always have something" You said sitting next to him.
He started to blush slightly to what you said. He looked so cute with that slight shade of pink on his cheeks, his eyes which were the super clear blue that puts the summer sky to shame, and his sandy blonde hair is perfect with that adorable cowlick. He is perfect; by the way did I mention you had a tiny crush. Ok a pretty big crush.
"Come on Al, you have something I know it, why are you hiding it, you always have good music"
"Umm that's not why I'm doing this, can we just go to McDonalds" He said picking up his coat and opening the garage door. "I'll tell you there".
Luckily, Alfred lives right beside a McDonalds so the walk wasn't too awkward, but it still worried you what's going on with Al.
"Whatya want?" Al asked as you guys stood in line.
"I'll take whatever you do, but only one, not 7" you said with a slight laugh making him smile.
"Hey, I'll order, can you find us a spot"
"Ya sure" You said leaving him to find both of you a table.
What is it with Alfred? He never puts thought into his music it usually comes naturally to him. The worst part is that he is showing emotion and he never does that.
Alfred finally comes back after getting your orders and he looks much better with a huge grin on his face.
"Looks like you had some to think" You said taking stuff of the tray.
"Yep, ok so you were asking about a song, I actually wrote one during the week just it's kinda, different, so I didn't wanna show you it" Alfred said taking a seat.
"What? You thought I would laugh, Al, you should know me better" You said eating your burger.
"Your right I'll show it to you when we get back"
Right when we got back to Alfred's place he ran into his house and got the song.
"Here, I'll play the melody, just read off the lyrics see if you like 'em before we start" he said picking up his special guitar.
You read over them, they are AMAZING, but they really are different than what he usually writes, it's usually and the good life and this one, it's…. Different.
It's true that I'm a silver shadow
And you are always on my mind
You, you need to get over here
Your secret's safe
And no one has to know I'm your getaway
And a little bit more than you can take
I can make everything feel so damn good
"Wow Alfred these lyrics are amazing, how did you-" you said as he cut you off.
"Finish the song" he said.
I could've sworn we disappeared tonight
Come on and dance with me
Come on and dance with me, baby
And don't you know I just appeared tonight
You want to dance with me
You want to dance with me all night
Nobody there will ever see us
Don't talk, don't walk, just the two of us
Dance with me, dance with me
You want to dance with me, dance with me, baby
You finally finished the song and as you turned to him he pulled you into a kiss and hugged you. There's another thing he is perfect at.
"Can you keep a secret" Alfred said quietly as you were still hugging.
"Of course" You said as happy as can be.
"I kinda sorta really like you a lot" He said.
You laughed and hugged him even harder. "I really like you too Al"
"So will you dance with me?"