It didn't take long for eggs to begin flying. Not even taken into the second song, they began. They hurt like hell too.

"You fuckin cunts!" John yelled, tossing his guitar to the ground and jumping off stage. I backed up behind the drums as Richard and Paul followed John, beating the hell out of the other band.

Everything seemed like a blur to me. I realised I was bleeding from my head. I guess they were throwin those eggs at us with full force. Suddenly I was pulled offstage and tossed to the ground, kicks and punches, bruises and cuts...I felt like my body was being tossed around. I was scared out of my mind to even fight back.

I felt someone grab me by the arm and help me up. I was pulled along out the back door when I realised we were all in the back alley. I wiped the blood off my lip and felt tears burning through my eyes.

"Those fuckin pricks think they can come over 'ere and just ruin our fuckin gig!?" John said angrily, wiping the blood from his nose. Paul scoffed.

"They just did John!"

"Who's side are ye on!?"

"Fuck off!" Paul yelled. They began fighting as Richard yelled at them.

"Aye! Knock it off!" He tried pulling them apart as I sunk down against the wall and began crying. They all stayed quiet and came over to me.

"Come on George. I know tonight was bad but..." John sat down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"I've never been in a fight before. It was scary."

Paul sighed and kneeled in front of me. "It's always scary the first time mate. Look, ye just gotta remember these are just jealous blokes who will do anythin to stop us from showin everyone they 'ave some competition."

"It's the, Will do anything part that worries me." I pouted.

John laughed. "We were doin pretty great through. I have to say."

"What? The gig or the fight?" Paul smiled.

"Both. I give just as much as I can take. Don't you all forget that." John pointed. I smiled and sighed.

"Do ye think it's safe to go back in?" I asked.

"They went runnin like a couple of headless chickens. I think it's fine." Paul said helping me up. Richard groaned.

"I don't want to ruin our moment 'ere but..."

We all turned as two officers came out, of the doors. "Alright you four. Come with us."

..

"This is fuckin rubbish! We told ye over and over again. We didn't start the fight!" John yelled as the officer pushed him along with the rest of us behind the steel bars.

"Look. We got a complaint from the owner, telling us that a group of musicians came in and trashed the building. When we got there..." He slammed the cell shut. "You four were the only musicians there."

"They ran off like a bunch of pussies! We 'ad eggs thrown at us for fucks sake! Ye think we'd throw eggs at ourselves!?"

"Look, buddy. Were just doing our job. You  and your friends can make a phone call in a few minutes." He was about to walk away when Richard stopped him.

"Aye um...officer?"

"Yeah?"

"Will this be put on our record?"

"Most likely yeah."

Richard smiled as the officer walked away. "Isn't this cool? We actually spent time in jail."

"Great. Another fuckin mistake added to the list." John groaned. I looked around as Paul talked to John silently.

"I think I should call dad. He'll bail us out." I said. John just nodded as another officer came by, letting me out to make the call.

..

"Were not tellin your mum. She'll just make a huge thing out of it. Agreed?"

I nodded as I looked out the window. We told dad about what happened at the club. It was only nine thirty which was a bit earlier than we were supposed to be home. Mum wouldn't suspect a thing.

He was upset at first but came around when he realised it wasn't our faults.

We dropped everyone off and made our way home. Dad brought me an extra shirt to change into and helped me clean up the cuts and blood off my face. Luckily, most of the bruises were on my chest and back.

I walked inside with my guitar as mum chimed into the room. "Hello love! How was the show??"

Me and dad glanced at each other as I spoke. "It was alright. Not much to report."

"Well come on, I made ye some brownies."

I smiled. "Let me just put my guitar away."

She made her way back into the kitchen as I ran upstairs. I sighed, putting my guitar away and plopping down on my bed. I groaned into the pillow as the pain from all my bruises shot through my body. I gently rolled over on my back and breathed deeply.

My first gig. My first fight. My first time being in jail. I smiled to myself. It was worth it. The more time I spend time with the lads, the more I turn into a real man. Tomorrow I'll have to see those egg throwing pricks. Fuckin wankers.

Why am I thinkin of those bastards? I 'ave some brownies to munch on now.

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