Rocking Toby

Toby watched the others arguing over the top of his drum set. They were going to split up, he just knew it. Baz and Andy's arguments had been increasing in intensity and volume for at least two weeks now. They couldn't split up now, not when they were meant to be pre banding for Ethan Vaughn. THE Ethan Vaughn, the biggest rockstar this age had seen. Then again, that was what had caused their arguments to increase in the first place.

Baz was of the firm opinion that he, as the singer was by far more important then the rest of the band, after all if Ethan Vaughn didn't need a band name, what did they need one for? They should be known as Baz and Band. Even Toby, with his laid back attitude thought that was pretty dickish of him, but Baz had always been a bit of an ego maniac.

He raked a hand through his blonde hair, it had grown a little to long and was now constantly flopping into his eyes, luckily he could play the drums with his eyes shut so it didn't cause too many problems.

“YOU ARE A FUCKIN ASSHOLE MAN!” Toby cringed as Andy's shouting reached new heights and was morphing more into an unmanly screech. “YOU WOULD BE FUCKIN' NOTHIN' WITHOUT US.”

“YOU GUYS WOULD JUST BE A LOAD OF RETARD MUSICIANS IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME.” Baz's face was turning an ugly purple colour. Toby stood, deciding to intervene before his singer and lead guitarist decided to beat on each other, it had happened before.

“Guys, maybe we should just chill, we've got the tour coming up, we've been under pressure trying to book all the tickets and the hotel and finding some sort of cheap shit tourbus. Why don't we go out tonight, have a couple of beers.” Baz glowered at Toby,

“I aint doing no bonding shit with you fuckards. But I'm off, so why don't you lot just suck on my ass. I'll be at the airport on saturday.” He grabbed his shoulder bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind himself.

“Andy, you shouldn't let Baz antagonise you. He's an egomaniac, but until we can cast around for a new singer....I don't want the band to break up, we've been together since school. Lets grab some beer later, Neon's open from 8, so enough time to change.”

“Don't feel up to it Tobes. I think I'm gonna drive up to my brother's and use his rifle to shoot beer cans and imagine them to be Baz's head or somat. Why don't you ask Max? Where is he anyway?”

“Left when you guys started shouting, you know he hates it. He's probably hiding in the broom cupboard or something. I'll go find him. I'll see you saturday?”

“Yeah.” Andy smiled sardonically. “Can't miss the joy of going on tour with Mr. My head is bigger than a Hummer Baz. God sometimes I think he thinks he's Slash or whatever. I should just punch that smug smile of his face.” He shook his head, sending the dreadlocks, that had escaped the old rubber band flying.

“You already tried that Andy. It didn't help. If calling a band meeting would help, I'd do that but....” Toby shrugged and raked his hand through his hair again. “Anyway, don't think about it being a tour with Baz; it's a tour with Ethan Vaughn! THE Ethan Vaughn, Andy, do you know how amazing that is? That we got ask to pre-band for him?”

“Yes Toby, you better go hide behind your drum set again before you end up going all fan boy on our ass. Please don't go all cow eyed when you meet Ethan Vaughn and for god's sake don't tell him you had your bedroom plastered with posters of him until you moved out from home a year ago.”

“Hey! There is nothing to be ashamed off when you have your idol on the walls of your teenage room.”

“There is when the teenager in question, is already 25 and didn't move out until he was 24 and the posters are still there because of no other reason that nobody dares remove them in case they incur the wrath of Toby Saddler. And jesus christ Toby don't pout like that, people who look at you already think you're more popstar then rockstar material, don't give them more reason to think that.”

“I am not pouting.” But Toby did feel a suspicious slide outwards of his bottom lip. “I'll see you Saturday then, I'll be here friday packing up my drum's and taking them to the airport, they have a pre check in and I want to make sure they get on the plane.” Toby grabbed his drum sticks and gave a quick wave to Andy, before going in search of his MIA bassist.

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Ethan Vaughn blinked and blearily looked over at his alarm clock; three in the afternoon. He stretched his lithe body and pushed his long messy black hair out of his face. Three pm sounded like a sensible time to be getting out of bed. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and placed them on the floor, pulling a face as he stepped into something squishy…apparently he’d forgotten to clear away his lunch from the day before. Ethan lifted up his foot and stared at the combination of spaghetti and tomato sauce stuck to the bottom of it. Screwing up his nose, Ethan used the edge of an old shirt to clean it off and then threw it across the room. He heard a key turn in the lock and groaned.

“Ethan! Are you up you lazy bastard?” Ethan rolled his eyes and picked his way across his bedroom carefully. “I’m coming in now, if your starkers put on some pants at least, nobody wants to see your dingeling.” The door to his bedroom was thrown open and there stood his manager and also best friend Mark Talbot.

“You aint ‘eard of knocking?” Ethan stalked forward, swinging his hips, which made his cock swing back and forth in time. Dramatically Mark threw up his hands and rolled his eyes.

“I despair of you Ethan. I really do. If the press saw you like this they’d have a ball. Put some clothes on man, I have no desire to see you in your birthday suit.”

“Yer such a prude Mark. Seein that yer my best mate, you should be used to it.” He gave his hips a special twist causing his cock to twirl in a circle. Mark just shook his head in exasperation at his friends antics.

“What have you got planned for today, except finding yourself someone to shag?”

“I got this new song see, I thought I’d give that a try. What with the tour an all.”

“You thought did you? Well and there was me thinking you’d shagged all your brains out. Speaking of the tour, remember to be at the airport on time on saturday, I've already ordered a taxi for you.”

“Sure thing mate.” He reached up and scratched his head and picked out the little mouse that was living in his hair during the night.

“You should really keep that in a cage. Seeing as you’re off the drugs now, you should really mind about mice being incontinent.” Mark pulled a face and took the mouse off Ethan and placed it in his cage.

“Yeah, but Geronimo likes it in me hair, real snug it is there.”

“It’s unhygienic. Now go take a shower, disgusting child.”

“Hey I’m as old as you!”

“You don’t act it. Sometimes I don’t even need to wonder why you don’t have a relationship. Who’d want to live with a right slag?” Ethan smacked Mark’s shoulder as he stalked past him with his nose in the air.

“I’ll ‘ave ye know that some people feel homely like this. If it’s too clean its like ‘ospitals. I ‘ate ‘ospitals.” With that, he slammed the bathroom door shut. Mark busied himself with a bit of cleaning. Removing old food, dirty clothes and used…items from the floor. It was pretty lethal wandering into Ethan’s flat. The bathroom door opened and Ethan emerged hair dripping and towel tied rather low on his hips.

“I been thinking.”

“Well done, that’s twice today already.” Ethan glared good naturedly at Mark and then continued.

“What bout we go clubbin tonight? I aint been clubbin for ages. You always find a good shag in a club as well.”

“We should really do something about that sex addiction of yours.”

”Nu uh, been to the clinic, it was shit, didn’t ‘elp, aint goin there again. All you do in them clinics is think about sex cause you caint ‘ave it. No fuckin way. I aint ‘arming anyone. All them people I ‘ave sex with; its all consensual sex. Being famous rocks.” Mark sighed and Ethan did a pretty good over exaggerated imitation of Mark’s sigh. They had this argument every single morning…err afternoon. Ethan Vaughn did not rise before three pm, being a rockstar definitely had its benefits.

“You did have sex in the clinic though didn’t you? With that therapist of yours. God only knows how you managed that. You’d have thought a therapist had more common sense.”

“Now I’m ‘urt. I’m just so sexy no-one can resist me!”

“I can.”

“Well you’re just asexual aint you?” Ethan watched Mark shake his head and grinned; he did so love goading Mark. The man was just too damn straight for his own good. Married for five years, two kids already; thank god he hadn’t rubbed off on him. There was no way Ethan would ever enter into such a boring life. It was time for breakfast; chocolate ice-cream mixed with chocolate cornflakes sounded just lurvely to him.