This is a quick discalmer, ususal applies but in addition this story implies that Savage Garden (the band) are gay. This has no real life immplications.This applies for all chpts they are involved in.
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I am going to make this brief; what i really want to say is that Ed i love you so much. Its funny the way life goes huh? I really do babes. I want to shout it to the world. This is as close as i dare go without having my face distorted!! I thought that love had passed me by but no, i am so happy. ED I LOVE YOU! xx.
As I slept, I had a dream about Robbie and me. We were together and we had both changed a lot. We were much older, around seventy. Still together, still as happy as the first day we met. We lived in a cottage together. Well, cottage is wrong, more like a very large house!
The dream progressed. We were in what must be the living room and there were several key things hanging on the wall around us. Two guitars above the fire place, one, a blue electric guitar and one, a red bass guitar. On the other wall, there was a framed 'thing'. The dream brought me closer to the object. As I looked it over, it was a white tissue with red stains all over it. I recognised it. My sub conscious brought back memories of a time when we were seventeen and Kaz had wiped both our blood from our faces. It now hung proud and loud on the wall.
As I walked around the room, I looked at it. I picked up a photo that sat on the mantel bellow the guitars. It was a picture of Robbie and me. We looked to be in our late twenties, his arm was around me, and we were both laughing. As I replaced this one and picked up another, there were four people this time. I looked closer and I saw the group of four. Robbie, Dan, Kaz and me. We were on a stage of some sort and playing together. We looked I would guess to be about twenty, no more.
As I moved away and sat down in a chair, I picked up a scrapbook with newspaper cuttings. The headline from the first cutting read LYNKS GO SOLO at eighteen. And then, two pages on LYNKS NUMBER ONE! I browsed through the album and then moved to the rest of the room and looked about.
The door opened and two people walked in. They were us! I was looking in at myself and Robbie. We had lost a lot of hair! But even so, the figures still sat down in a huge chair together, one with their arm over the other.
Then there was kissing and hugging.
Then a voice, it was Robbie's. I would recognise it anywhere calling me;
"Phill. Phill wake up baby, it's seven," and then a gentle shaking and I was brought back to the present to be greeted by Robbie's cute face looking down on me.
"Morning stud," he said.
"Mornin to you!" I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and then pressing lips to his. He still tastes sweet and intoxicating. As we got up from the bed, we noticed that some clothes had been laid out for us. Two tight tank tops, one white and one black. A white set of lose fit cargos was laid out with the black top and black of the same with the white top.
"Robbie, what would you say if I said I knew that the band is going to be huge and we will live together until we die?"
"I would say how do you know," he said, taking my hands in his and looking in my eyes.
"Babe, last night I had the most real dream in the world. I was in a room, our living room to be exact. There were pictures of us and two guitars hanging on the wall. I found a scrap book and it had pictures of us together and the four of us. Only the band name changed to LYNKS. Then I saw us and we were so happy. We were both old, about seventy, but we were still perfect," I said.
He just went pale and then white as a sheet as I finished.
"Robbie, Robbie, are you ok?"
He stumbled backwards until he sat on the bed and I sat with him my hands about him.
"I, I, I'm ok. It's just very weird. Everything you described to me I experienced last night myself. Facing the two guitars, of which the bass was red and the electric was blue, was a picture frame. At first I couldn't see what was in it ,but when I looked closer it was that tissue you had Kaz keep with our blood on. Right?"
I nodded and shivered. I can't deny it I felt very spooked by this.
"Robbie, I need a hug."
"Yea, me too," he said. We both rather shakily stood up and hugged each other really tightly. We then dressed me in the white tops and walked downstairs to breakfast.
"You two look as if you have seen a ghost," Kaz said, as we sat down.
"Just a bit spooked is all," Robbie said.
"What, why?"
"Both Robbie and I had the exactly the same dream last night. I am not joking, exactly the same. And Robbie went through the whole thing and I added bits.
"I know, you will think that we are joking, but we are not," I said, as Daniel and Darren gave us weird looks.
"That is majorly weird," Kaz said, and dismissed it as she continued with her breakfast.
"Well guys, don't get too worked up about it, we will have to go and set up soon. Also, you need to check out where you want things laid out," Darren said.
We continued in silence until we were all done and headed out to the limo where as I guess we should have expected, there was a crowd of people, all wanting to get a glimpse of Darren and Daniel. But four bodyguards shuffled us all in the direction of the limo. There was one cry above all that we heard. "Ya bunch of fags!" The whole bustle went quiet as the crowd turned around to this one guy that was about nineteen and looked pissed off over the amount of attention we were receiving.
"Better a fag than a homophobic boy that can't handle the fact that other people may be different to themselves," Robbie shot back at him. The bustle and pushing for signatures was back on as people struggled to the front.
I looked up to see a boy of about ten at the back, holding a pen and piece of paper, completely swamped by the crowd. I turned to the bodyguard by my side and instructed him as to what I wanted. He looked and nodded. This guy waded through the crowd whilst another took his place at my side and put this lad on his shoulders and brought him through the crowd and then placed him back down.
"Hi, could I have your autograph?" he said bold as brass.
"Sure you could. Do you have a pen?" I asked and he held one up. I scribbled my signature on and handed it around to the others.
"Are you coming to night?"
"No," he said looking dejectedly back at his mother, who watched on as he continued. "We can't afford it."
"How many are in your family?"
"Four, including me."
Darren gave me a 'come on' look so I said "Well here ya go, you are invited. Speak to Steve here and he will sort it." Steve, by the way was the guy that brought him over.
I love to do something for others, that is something Robbie and I have in common and helping the little kid to see his heroes made me feel good. Robbie took my hand and we raised our hands up into the air and smiled to the crowd as we walked over to the limo. This thing was huge and had ample room for us all.
"That was good of you, Phill," Darren said and continued. "I think sometimes both Daniel and I lose touch with some of the small things in life that are important. Thanks for reminding us."
We chatted about the forth coming events and what we were going to play and how long we would be out on stage.
When the limo pulled into the back entrance of Quex, we all slipped out and up onto the stage where we found all our instruments laid out or on stands.
It was practically the same as it was at school. Literally as if someone had picked up our things and moved them all at the same time to their new location.
"Well, I like the idea of not having to set up our own instruments!" Kaz said. She had the worst job of course^Å.setting up a kit that size always takes time.
The day as usual disappeared so quickly that it was scary. We spent the morning fine tuning all our instruments to get the best out of them in this new large space. Of course, the PA's were much better than our own. They had to be, really, didn't they? The area covered was huge. Well, it seemed it. I spent half an hour sitting on my own trying to picture what this place would feel like with a crowd as large as the one we had been told to expect. Robbie came over to join me sometime later and said, "Yes I know, I hope it will go ok" and I laughed, to think that he knew exactly what I was thinking.
We spent a couple of hours going over the play list and running through a few songs that we felt we needed to practice. We normally like to be more professional and have it all worked out before, but that was obviously impossible due to the short notice.
"Well guys, why don't we grab a bite to eat and then when we get back an you have got changed, it will be time for you to start," Darren said.
We all headed off to the back stage to eat and get changed. All too soon, it was our time to go back on stage. Don't get me wrong, I was looking forward to it but at the same time, it was very daunting! There were due to be hundreds of people here! We were told to expect a small crowd to get larger as the main reason for everyone to be here was to listen to the boys.
Robbie took my hand and Dan took Kaz's as we walked out onto the stage.
Our jaws dropped as the sea of faces looked up on us and there was huge scream that seemed to be on going.
"Hello Quex!" Robbie shouted into the mic. The cry back was quite something!
"The first song we are gonna play you is by a man that needs no introduction, Mr. Robbie Williams. So, come on let US entertain YOU!!!"
The song came off with the desired effect. Everyone was really up for it.
"Well we wanna go back several years now to nineteen eighty seven. Most people will have heard of this group. Little Lies, Fleetwood Mac!"
This is good because it's really a song for Dan to get his teeth into, because no 'real' instrument can produce half the sounds in it. So its good for him^Å.Plus Robbie an I sing it together. If you haven't heard it you should, it is a classic.
"Thank you! Now if you can bare with us, we will play you one of our own. Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls. For the first time ever this is Wonderin'!"
How to describe it to you? A cross between guitar leads and bass fills. This was the song that Robbie and I had worked on together for each other. This was in a literal sense, our song. The other two would have plenty of opportunity in the future to write and sing if they so desired their own songs. The crowd went wild, is that a cliché? But it's true, they went ape. This was obviously a success already. Maybe because it would appeal to everyone in some sense. As the music had drive and sound, but the words were good.
We went on to do a few more covers. But after the response we had had to 'Wonderin', I knew in my heart that I wanted to do more of our own. Sure, covers were good, but I had the craving now, success. We were singing Semisonic's 'Closing Time' when I turned to look at Robbie. We both knew this song backwards. When I looked at him, I could see the desire in his eyes as he sang to the crowd. He wanted this. I knew it, I knew I did. I decided to take a walk around the stage. Why not? The cable was soo long now. I walked over to Dan and he smiled and kept it goin. Kaz was sitting on her high platform, playing away. She was obviously bored though as she was playing with her sticks at the same time. But she looked down at me and grinned.
"We have one final song for you before we leave you to enjoy the rest of the concert. Everything I Do," I said and Robbie finished " I Do It For You". Another good song for Dan, because it has such a lot of keyboards in it. As it happens, I sing this song and I really like it because I know that Robbie knows that it's him it's being sung for.
We brought the song to the close. The crowd had been swaying all through out it.
"Thank you, good night. Look out for us, we will be around," I said. It wasn't the right occasion to make it a long drawn out bye. So we all walked off and back to our room, where there was a bottle of champagne and Mum and Mum, Tim, Jace and Josh waiting.
They all came up at once and said well done and how good we were. We all relaxed into the spirit of things and the champagne flowed. Darren and Daniel came in some two or so hours later and had a drink with us.
There was a knock on the door about five minutes after the concert had finished.
"Come in," Robbie said.
As the door opened, a man with a very nicely cut designer suit came in.
"Hello. My name is Miles, Miles Collins," he said as he shook everyone's hand.
"Hello, Mr Collins, can we get you a drink?" Dan asked.
"No thank you. This is only a passing visit to give you this and ask you to call me in the morning," he said, handing Dan a card and continued. "You are superb and I think we should talk soon," he said and then left.
"Ok, what have I missed?" I asked.
"Miles Collins is one of the top record producers. He runs a recording Studio in London," Daniel said.
"Really????" I asked.
"Yea, if you have any sense you will call him!" Darren said. We cracked another bottle of wine and sat down. At about one the following morning, we split up and went home. We had a chauffeur driven Limo take us home. And we were promised our equipment back first thing in the morning.
It was good to be home. We said our good nights and collapsed into our bed.
"Love ya, babe," I said and kissed him as he put his arm about my chest and pulled me close to him.
Right guys thats it from me for a while. look out for book two and let me know how you found book one. robbieanme@yahoo.com c u all soon.xx