bono_gal
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It started with a dance... Chapter 1.
I've never written a fanfic before so I hope you like my debut effort. It didnt take me long to write, so that can be it's excuse for awfulness.
As well. I would just like to thank my inspiration for writing fanfic. I've never read anybody else's stories apart from this one, and i'm sure that all of the other writers are just as good as her.
You'veDoneWhat. The story of Mia and Bono is what got me addicted to fanfic! Thank you! You have a great talent for writing and I hope to see more of So, Bono was in my Drawers!
Anyway...on to my story!
It's not that long and it doesnt have much relevance to U2, yet. But it will have many chapters so watch this space
Disclaimer: Almost all of the following is complete bullsh*t and shouldnt be taken seriously.
Also
In the story I am not 16 years of age
Enjoy!
****************************************************
Just a day away now, and I’m making my way to my hotel.
5 stars apparently…woohoo!
Like I even cared!
24hours from now I would be rocking out to my favourite band in the world! Looking at 4 of the finest male specimens this planet has had the pleasure of producing.
I let out a dreamy sigh, and then slam on quicker than a rabbit crossing the road
Which just gives my friend Adele cause to say something I wont like…
“Concentrate on driving will you! God, at this rate we wont even get there, with you driving like a crazed duck on the motorway!”
“Ah shut up will you.” I say in retaliation at her.
She’s only came with me to make herself busy. I don’t know why she bothers sometimes, she is always criticising them and poking fun at the fact that I like them. Hehe, I do the same to her when it comes to the bands she likes, but I wouldn’t go and see one of her little pop groups have a nice little mime on stage for the same price as what she is paying out to see U2!
Her call I suppose.
The rant in my head suddenly comes to an abrupt halt when I hear Vertigo come blasting out of the radio.
Uno. Dos. Tres. CATORCE!!!!!
I feel my head start to bop back and forth wildly, I start tapping the steering wheel and….
Slam on again.
This time I’ve had it.
Adele will murder now.
Cack.
“Get Out!” She says.
I look at her in confusion, I’m at a junction on the M62 and she says “Get Out”
“No! I cant get out, cant you see I’m on a motorway?” I yell back her.
“I don’t care get out of the car….put your thingy lights on or something, pretend you’ve broke down”
“You wind me up sometimes you know that?” I say climbing out of my banged-up ford fiesta.
I wave at cars urging them to go around me as Adele clambers out of the vehicle as well, and I have visions of her driving away and leaving me standing here on the M62.
Yeah she’s that heartless.
Cow.
She comes round to the rear of the car and signals to me to get in again.
And I feel like the geezer who got murdered in Goodfellas.
Yano the bloke in the boot?
Adele has become the Joe Pesci of this scenario, and I find myself clambering back into the car.
Adele gets in the drivers seat. Slow and steady.
That’s her all over.
She is so boring sometimes.
Haha, why do I call her my friend?
Hehe, we hate each others guts.
“You do not drive when going to a concert the following day, Y’hear me? No more! You’re a bad enough artist at the wheel at the best of times, but when you’ve got music on the brain…god help us all.” She goes off on a rant.
“What?” I say, just to show her I haven’t payed attention, just to wind her up as well.
She shakes her head, turns the ignition and we’re off again.
I’ve missed Vertigo and she’s looking smug with herself.
Like the cat that’s got the cream.
Meh.
**********
We turn left into the car park of the hotel.
Adele searches frantically for a space to park MY car. Cursing and muttering as she does it.
I just sit and stare out of the window.
Thinking about tomorrow night.
I’ve never been to a U2 concert before, I’ve heard they’re amazing live but I think that they’re amazing in the studio.
I’ve been a fan for years but never had the funds…or the luck to go and see them live.
Well my time had come.
It was only a cheapo GA ticket that a friend had sold me at discount because they knew how much I liked them.
Now that’s a good friend!
“Ah ha, gotcha ya little fecker” Adele continues with her muttering and is delighted to have found a car parking space.
“Well done Ads” I say getting my jacket and winding up the stained window.
Should really think about getting this thing sorted out.
Get this old girl back to the way she used to be.
All she needs is a polishing up and she’d be right as rain.
Pity Adele, wont take any of my advice.
I unlock the boot and take out my suitcase which holds all my worldly possessions…
Well all I couldn’t leave behind anyway ;-)
I yank it out and Adele bangs the boot behind me as I begin to walk towards the lavish hotel entrance.
I’m walking round staring into space at the minute, as Adele guides me through the doors and upstairs to our room.
I haven’t even realise that I’ve checked in!
Good thing Adele is here.
If she hadn’t been I’d have crashed the car and been escorted out of the hotel by the security guard, who watches like a hawk for rift raft.
Wow, this place is nice.
Pretty wallpaper.
Nice view.
Double Bed…..
Naughty thoughts with a certain singer spring to mind
Hehe
It’s 10pm now.
I get myself ready for bed.
I need all my energy for tomorrow night and we’ve been on the road for best part of a day, so I think I’m deserving of rest.
I sit down on this fine, luxurious bed.
Switch on the television and sink into my slumber.
And dream a fine Bono dream……
Ok so thats it for me tonight, I'm off to bed...Sweet B dreams to all
I've never written a fanfic before so I hope you like my debut effort. It didnt take me long to write, so that can be it's excuse for awfulness.
As well. I would just like to thank my inspiration for writing fanfic. I've never read anybody else's stories apart from this one, and i'm sure that all of the other writers are just as good as her.
You'veDoneWhat. The story of Mia and Bono is what got me addicted to fanfic! Thank you! You have a great talent for writing and I hope to see more of So, Bono was in my Drawers!
Anyway...on to my story!
It's not that long and it doesnt have much relevance to U2, yet. But it will have many chapters so watch this space
Disclaimer: Almost all of the following is complete bullsh*t and shouldnt be taken seriously.
Also
In the story I am not 16 years of age
Enjoy!
****************************************************
Just a day away now, and I’m making my way to my hotel.
5 stars apparently…woohoo!
Like I even cared!
24hours from now I would be rocking out to my favourite band in the world! Looking at 4 of the finest male specimens this planet has had the pleasure of producing.
I let out a dreamy sigh, and then slam on quicker than a rabbit crossing the road
Which just gives my friend Adele cause to say something I wont like…
“Concentrate on driving will you! God, at this rate we wont even get there, with you driving like a crazed duck on the motorway!”
“Ah shut up will you.” I say in retaliation at her.
She’s only came with me to make herself busy. I don’t know why she bothers sometimes, she is always criticising them and poking fun at the fact that I like them. Hehe, I do the same to her when it comes to the bands she likes, but I wouldn’t go and see one of her little pop groups have a nice little mime on stage for the same price as what she is paying out to see U2!
Her call I suppose.
The rant in my head suddenly comes to an abrupt halt when I hear Vertigo come blasting out of the radio.
Uno. Dos. Tres. CATORCE!!!!!
I feel my head start to bop back and forth wildly, I start tapping the steering wheel and….
Slam on again.
This time I’ve had it.
Adele will murder now.
Cack.
“Get Out!” She says.
I look at her in confusion, I’m at a junction on the M62 and she says “Get Out”
“No! I cant get out, cant you see I’m on a motorway?” I yell back her.
“I don’t care get out of the car….put your thingy lights on or something, pretend you’ve broke down”
“You wind me up sometimes you know that?” I say climbing out of my banged-up ford fiesta.
I wave at cars urging them to go around me as Adele clambers out of the vehicle as well, and I have visions of her driving away and leaving me standing here on the M62.
Yeah she’s that heartless.
Cow.
She comes round to the rear of the car and signals to me to get in again.
And I feel like the geezer who got murdered in Goodfellas.
Yano the bloke in the boot?
Adele has become the Joe Pesci of this scenario, and I find myself clambering back into the car.
Adele gets in the drivers seat. Slow and steady.
That’s her all over.
She is so boring sometimes.
Haha, why do I call her my friend?
Hehe, we hate each others guts.
“You do not drive when going to a concert the following day, Y’hear me? No more! You’re a bad enough artist at the wheel at the best of times, but when you’ve got music on the brain…god help us all.” She goes off on a rant.
“What?” I say, just to show her I haven’t payed attention, just to wind her up as well.
She shakes her head, turns the ignition and we’re off again.
I’ve missed Vertigo and she’s looking smug with herself.
Like the cat that’s got the cream.
Meh.
**********
We turn left into the car park of the hotel.
Adele searches frantically for a space to park MY car. Cursing and muttering as she does it.
I just sit and stare out of the window.
Thinking about tomorrow night.
I’ve never been to a U2 concert before, I’ve heard they’re amazing live but I think that they’re amazing in the studio.
I’ve been a fan for years but never had the funds…or the luck to go and see them live.
Well my time had come.
It was only a cheapo GA ticket that a friend had sold me at discount because they knew how much I liked them.
Now that’s a good friend!
“Ah ha, gotcha ya little fecker” Adele continues with her muttering and is delighted to have found a car parking space.
“Well done Ads” I say getting my jacket and winding up the stained window.
Should really think about getting this thing sorted out.
Get this old girl back to the way she used to be.
All she needs is a polishing up and she’d be right as rain.
Pity Adele, wont take any of my advice.
I unlock the boot and take out my suitcase which holds all my worldly possessions…
Well all I couldn’t leave behind anyway ;-)
I yank it out and Adele bangs the boot behind me as I begin to walk towards the lavish hotel entrance.
I’m walking round staring into space at the minute, as Adele guides me through the doors and upstairs to our room.
I haven’t even realise that I’ve checked in!
Good thing Adele is here.
If she hadn’t been I’d have crashed the car and been escorted out of the hotel by the security guard, who watches like a hawk for rift raft.
Wow, this place is nice.
Pretty wallpaper.
Nice view.
Double Bed…..
Naughty thoughts with a certain singer spring to mind
Hehe
It’s 10pm now.
I get myself ready for bed.
I need all my energy for tomorrow night and we’ve been on the road for best part of a day, so I think I’m deserving of rest.
I sit down on this fine, luxurious bed.
Switch on the television and sink into my slumber.
And dream a fine Bono dream……
Ok so thats it for me tonight, I'm off to bed...Sweet B dreams to all
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