𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥

twenty two

"I'm shit at thinking of what to write" i said. "This was a bad idea.

"Charlie its gunna be mint once we got summat it'll flow" Noel replied.

There was a knock at the door. It was the take away.

"You guys carry on i'll sort this out" i said.

They all nodded and carried on bickering.

"Damon when do we have to leave to get to London for tomorrow?" Graham asked.

I threw the takeaway bag on the counter.

"I have it, i have a idea" i shouted.

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"Okay so going over it again for the second verse it starts, 'London ice cracks on a seamless line. He's hanging on for dear life.' How can we carry it on?" Noel asked. "We need itta flow"

"You could go on the lines of like, ermm, hold on for your life? something like that" i suggested.

I could see Grahams brain working like clockwork.

"Graham what are u thinking?" i asked.

"London ice cracks on a seamless line,
He's hanging on for dear life.
And so we hold each other tightly,
And hold on for tomorrow." Graham mumbled.

"Graham u fucking genius, thats perfect." Damon said shaking his arm with excitement.

"What would be funny would be if u were like la la la la la la la la" i mentioned as a joke.

Damon looked at me with all seriousness.

He started singing the first verse then the second that Graham had just said and started singing what i had mentioned and fuck me did it flow.

"Thats mint" Noel said laughing playing along adding a rhythm with Graham.

"My fucking word" i said in shock.

We were all laughing amazed with what we had just come up with.

"Right guys lets leave it there and eat then carry on." i said, and they all agreed.

Fuck this was gunna be a good song.