Back again, with a short Oneshot I wrote at schooll. Hope, you will like it ;)

It was a Saturday night with Angus sitting backstage tuning his guitar. He was excited and scared too. Like before every concert. The truth was, even the great Angus Young had stage fright. Actually before every concert. A door opened and his nephew Stevie walked in.

"Angus?" He asked. Stevie was only two years younger than his uncle. Angus lifted his head and looked at him distantly. "Five more minutes." Stevie was about to turn and leave, but saw the downcast look on Angus' face and stopped. "Uncle?" He asked softly. Angus raised his head. "I miss him too." He briefly put a hand on Angus' shoulder. Angus smiled weakly. "Five minutes." Stevie repeated and left the room. Angus sighed softly. His heart was beating fast in his chest as tears welled up in his eyes. Angus sniffled and whimpered.

"I miss you." He whispered softly and closed his eyes. Tears were now rolling down Angus' cheeks. He sniffled and wiped his nose before closing his eyes again. Memories flashed through his mind.

*

Angus, 19, was sitting in the back of a small pub on a Friday night. He tried to tune his guitar but his fingers were shaking too much. Tears started to roll down his cheeks when he failed. He was just too excited. It was the band's biggest concert so far and Angus was really scared of the audience. Or he was afraid that they wouldn't like him, or that he would make a mistake. That would be pretty embarrassing. He sobbed softly as the door opened.

"Hey Angus! It's about to start!" Angus turned away.

"Go away, Malcolm." He whispered between sobs. Malcolm's smile faltered.

"Ang?" He asked softly, sitting down next to him. "What's going on?" Angus didn't answer and buried his face in his hands so Malcolm couldn't see him. He was embarrassed to cry in front of his brother. A soft sob slipped over his lips. Malcolm put an arm around his shoulders. "Hey." He said softly, pulling Angus to his side. "What's the matter, Ang?" Angus sniffled loudly. "You can tell me anything, you know?" He squeezed Angus' shoulder a little. The door opened and Bon's wild mess of hair came through the door crack.

"Mal? Angus? It will start soon! I'm so excited. So many people are here!" Bon exclaimed enthusiastically. But Angus's soft sobs wiped the grin from his face. "What's wrong with him?" Bon asked now worried and addressed his question directly to Malcolm. Malcolm gently patted Angus shoulder and smiled a little at Bon.

"He'll be fine, Bon." He assured. "Can you get us five more minutes?"

"Sure." Bon smiled weakly, but hesitated to leave. Since Angus was so much younger than he was, he took care for him and tried to show him the cool things in live. Malcolm gave him a nod, causing Bon to leave. He closed the door quietly behind himself. Malcolm pulled Angus closer to his side and hugged him. The younger one hesitated a little before wrapping his arms around Malcolm as well and sobbing softly into his shoulder. Malcolm rubbed his back and rocked him gently.

"Shh." He hummed. "All is well. Everything's fine, Angus." Angus whimpered softly. "It's fine, baby brother." Angus, after calming down a bit, pulled away and looked at him through teary eyes. The older one still had his arms wrapped around him. "What's wrong, Ang?" Malcolm gently stroked his cleanly washed curls and smiled at him encouragingly. "Something is bothering you. Spit it out before it gets worse." Angus chuckled a little before snuggling into his brother. Malcolm tensed briefly. It was unusual for Angus to seek physical contact. He didn't want to be hugged since he was 12. Malcolm gently wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Chill out. What's up?"

"I...I..." Angus gasped, unable to speak because of hiccups. Malcolm chuckled softly.

"Slow down." When Angus had stopped sobbing after a bit of time, he looked at Malcolm sadly.

"I'm scared." He said softly.

"By what? We've worked so hard for this. All our lives." Angus smiled a little. Malcolm was never afraid. No matter how big the task was.

"What if I do something wrong?" He whispered softly. "What if they don't like me?" Malcolm chuckled softly, got up and opened the door. The crowd could be heard screaming loudly. Angus flinched and whimpered softly. Malcolm knelt in front of him and gently took Angus' hands in his own.

"Hey. Just listen to them." He said lovingly. Angus closed his eyes and focused on the loud voices before his eyes opened again in shock.

*Three claps" "Angus!" *Three claps* "Angus!"

Over and over again.

"Do you hear that?" Malcolm smiled. "They want you, little brother."

"They want to kill me." Angus whimpered, making Malcolm laugh. The older one gently stroked his wild curls.

"They love you, Angus." Malcolm kissed his forehead. "Now get up and give them the show they want." Angus chuckled as Malcolm pulled him to his feet and they made their way onto the stage, laughing.

*

Angus opened his eyes and smiled. He wipes the tears from his cheeks and blew his nose with a tissue. Two more minutes. The little man picked up his guitar and hung it on his shoulders before taking a deep breath. Angus went to his guitar case and opened it. Inside was a photo of him and Malcolm, on which he smiled at, before taking out his guitar pick and closing the case again. Angus grinned a little.

"I love you Mal. And I miss you. This show is for you." With that, he pushed open the backstage door and was the first to storm onto stage. For Malcolm, he thought grinning as his fingers began to do what they'd been doing all his life: playing music.

THE END;)