~Okay, I've been thinking about writing another Mcfly fic for a while now, but couldn't ever come up with one, until now. So enjoy!~

Tom Fletcher, just a boy of 17, had met Danny Jones at auditions for the band, V. Tom had been asked to film the auditions. He agreed, since a couple of months before, he auditioned for a part, in the band, Busted, but lost out to the part to Charlie Simpson.

Danny Jones, a boy from Bolton, just turning 17, went to the band, V, auditions. There, he met Tom. Tom had been impressed with Danny's unique style.

Tom went up to Danny after his audition was over. "Hello, my name is Tom Fletcher." He extended his hand out for Danny to take. Danny smiled and took Tom's hand. "Danny, Danny Jones. Is there something I can do for you Tom?" Tom nodded and said, "I liked your performance, mate. It was brilliant."

"Thanks. I hope I don't get the part. I don't want to be stuck with them," He ponited to the members of V. "They look like they're no fun at all."

"Yeah, they don't. Ya know, I'm a singer too." Danny looked at him. "You don't say." Tom nodded. "And I bet you and me sound really good together." Tom was hinting his idea to his new friend. Danny was looking at the ground thinking about all of what Tom was telling him. "Like me and you, be in a band together?" Tom smiled, "Yeah. I mean we'll have to get a drummer and bass player, but I think we could do it, with the help of my friend, James Bounre. He's in Busted. He's a good song writer and I write songs too."

Danny looked up at Tom and said, "I think this might just work."

"So we're gonna do this?"

"Yeah," Danny smiled. "We're gonna do this."

A few weeks later they began writing songs, with the help of James Bourne, co - founder of the band, Busted. Eventually the duo moved into the Intercontinental Hotel in London to concentrate on their new band.

"Alright, we still need a drummer." Tom stated one night laying down on his bed in his and Danny's hotel room.

"Don't forget a bass player." Danny added.

Tom nodded, his blonde falling over his face. He swept out of his eyes with his hand. "We'll hold auditions in a couple of days. I'll call James." Tom immediantly got to work on calling James and telling him their plans.

And sure enough about a week later he, Danny and James were sitting at table side by side in a big room watching one drummer after the next. They had decided to just look for a drummer first. Tom wore a pair of ripped jeans and light green t - shirt with black and white vans. Danny sported a yellow shirt that said: Team yellow with a white long sleeve shirt underneath it.

The guy that was playing now was just beating the heck out of the drums. The tree musicians were flinching at every bang. Danny was covering ears, while James said, or rather yelled, "Man, is it that late already? I gotta go!" Tom grabbed his arm and yanked him down. James groaned.

"Okay, Johnny. Johnny. JOHNNY! THAT'S ENOUGH!," Tom yelled over the horrible noise. "Thank you." Johnny frowned and got up and left the room. "Wow I don't know how much more of this I can take." Tom said.

"What'd ya say, mate? I can't hear you, because my ears are full melted brain!" Danny said. Tom threw a pen at him, Danny tried to dodge it and ended up falling out of his chair. Tom sighed. "Okay, next!"

A boy around Danny and Tom's age stalked in with drum sticks in his hands, twirling them in between his fingers, absent mindedly. His hair was spicked up, brown with a bit of blonde at the tips. He wore a navy blue t - shirt, that said: Minnesota twins, and a pair of jeans.

"Name please?" Tom said.

"Harry Judd." The boy replied.

Tom nodded. "Nice to meet you, Harry. I'm Tom, and this Danny and James." He pointed each of them. Harry nodded, smiling. He sat down behind the drums. "Is there anything in perticular you want me to play?" He asked.

Tom shook his head. "Not at all just give us a beat."

And Harry did just that.

Danny leaned over to Tom. "Hey, he's really good. I don't want to kill myself when he plays."

"Yeah, I think he's it, mate. I think that there's just a few more guys left. Don't even watch them. Give the job to this Harry, fellow." James agreed.

Tom nodded. "Okay, Harry." Harry immediantly stopped playing. You could tell he was nervous.

Tom smiled and said, "You got the job!"

Harry stared at them with a blank expression on his face for a few moments as if he were in shock, but he broke out into a huge smile and chuckled as if he couldn't believe this was happening. The three musicians had gotton up. Harry stood as well and walked over to them. He wrapped his arms around all three of them and hugged them tight. " I can't believe it! Thank you so much!" He said excitedly.

Tom chuckled and then winced. "No problem," He patted Harry's back, "Now let go. Can't breathe."

Harry released them.

"Now what?" Danny asked.

"Now, Harry moves into the hotel with me and you and tomorrow we start looking for bass player." Tom said.

"That alright with you Harry?" Harry nodded his head like a little kid being asked if he wanted ice cream.

That night Harry moved into the hotel with Tom and Danny. James had to go back to working on songs with Matt and Charlie. The two singers and drummer didn't talk all that much that night, because they were tired. Okay, well except Harry. He was too excited to sleep. His smile was plastered to his face since Tom said he was hired. Eventually Harry drifted off to sleep.

~Well, there you have it, chapter one! I've been really excited about starting this. So, I hope you like it. Love, Rachel.~