| Chapter Two Hannah stared at all of them, her eyes wide, mouth gaping wide open in disbelief. Were they teasing her? Kidding around? "You're kidding me, right?" Hannah asked wairly. "Why would we be kidding?" replied Scott looking at her weirdly. "Because, because...I just know you guys are!" exclaimed Hannah frusterated. Why is it when she dreams, they never make sense or they are just so freakin STUPID?? "I know who you all are! You're Scott, Ritchie, Abs, Sean, and....where's J?" This time it was their turn to stare at her with an amazed look of suprisement, which she guessed was how she looked when they told her they weren't Five. They all looked at each other. "Do you think she overheard us?"Ritchie whispered to Scott. "No," Scott whispered back. "Not anymore. How would she know about J? And the fact that we were a band? J's been driving the whole time." "But I mentioned J's name when we were talking," Abs said matter of factly. "And we were writing songs before so she's probably smart and put two and two together. It only makes sense." "True," sighed Sean. Then he asked her warily, "How much do you really know about us?" "Lots," Hannah replied getting up and walking around. "What do you want to know?" "Anything you think you know," Scott said. "Well, where do I start? You were found by Chris and Bob Herbert. Your full names are Scott James Tim Robinson, Richard Neville, Richard Abidin Breen, Sean Conlon, and Jason Brown. Your first album is called Five, obviously because that's the name of your group, your from England, and your first single is "Slam Dunk Da Funk". Or is it "Got the Feelin"? Anyways-" "Hold on, hold on one minute!" Abs said standing up starting to get freaked out. "Are you some kind of freaked out stalker that looks up or trys to find out everything about us? How do you even know we exist yet since we are barely a month old as a band? Ans what the hell is FIVE AND SLAM DUNK DA PUNK?" "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" cried Ritchie standing up. "That's the perfect title for the song that we, Denniz Pop and Max Martin have been working on! Slam Dunk da Funk!" He turned to Hannah and looked her straight in the eye. "Does the song go like this?" Ritchie began to sing and the others soon joined in. Do you want to get down? Do you want to get funky? Do you want to get down? GET ON DOWN! Slam dunk da funk I put it up (if you got that feelin) She finished - Slam Dunk da funk I put it up (put it up) Slam dunk da - Before Hannah could finish, quite enjoying the lyrics like she always does when she listens to Five, she tripped over one of their shoes and fell flat on her back. They all rushed to her. "Not again!" cried Scott. "Are you alright?" She lied there, not moving, not feeling the pain as it shot up her back, but the realization that this was not a dream. She then moaned softly. I am not dreaming. This is way too real, way too freaky. Way too much pain! I would of waken up by now. You are not supposed to feel anything when you dream! "Are you alright?" Ritchie asked nervously repeating what Scott had just said. "Scott, you and your stupid shoes. Don't you ever learn to pick them up?" "HEY! I-" "Where am I? What am I doing here?" Hannah asked, terribly afraid now. The bus then screeched to a stop, and she heard scrambling in the front of the bus. "Hey lads! I found -" Hannah heard J begin, then feet running and another shadow leaning over her. "Did she take a spill again?" "Yes, and this time it doesn't look too good," Abs replied. She felt a warm hand over her forehead, brushing back her hair. "She doesn't even remember who she is and why she is here." "Just in time," J said. "We arrived at the hospital. Quick, lets bring her in." They hadn't answered her question. She was being lifted up and carried once again. She was too confused and scared to ask again, and slowly drifted off to sleep picking up a few words here and there as she was being rushed into the hospital. "What happened? J asked after Hannah had been put into a room and was sleeping soundly. They had then all decided to go into the hospital cafeteria, now emotionally drained out. "To make a long story short, she woke up, started calling us Five for some weird reason, sang half of the song we just wrote, recited all our full names, tripped on Scott's bigass shoes, and then got confused." Abs explained. "Whoosh" "It's really weird lads," Scott said. "There has to be an explination for her knowledge of us. I mean, she knows EVERYTHING. Even some stuff I didn't. Like Five? What the hell is that?!" "Maybe she's like from the future or something," joked Ritchie. "Well we did find her by a garbage bin, nearly passed out," Sean said seriously. "Who knows where she's from?" "Alright, alright," said J. "Did you guys give her any clues at all about us being in a band? ANY?" "No, mate, we don't even know her freakin name!" cried Abs. "For cryin out loud, I'm startin to get down right pissed!" Just then, Ritchie's mobile rang. "Listen," said Ritchie, picking up his mobile. "This isn't the best of times right now...oh you did..it isn't by chance Five, haha..." They all watched Ritchie's face turn ghostly white. "What is it?" said Scott concerned. "Yeah, mate, what is it?" said Abs. "Lads, that was Bob," said Ritchie flatly, absolutely no emotion in his voice. "The management thought of the perfect name for us. Five." Chapter Three... |