Growing up in Grimley was the best thing you had ever done wherever you wanted to believe it or not. You and Andy were teenage sweethearts, you had fallen in love at age fourteen.

Eventually, you decided to leave Grimley to go to London. You had regretted it ever since, you had ruined your perfect relationship with Andy: you loved him.

Weeks ago, you had returned back: Flugelhorn in hand. You pretended you had forgotten Andy, you didn’t want to hurt him. You began talking again and joined the Grimley Colliery Band once again.

Andy’s eyes were glued to you the moment you came back, he missed you so much: the warm feeling you gave him, the cuddles you shared, the pecks on the cheek you gave: the lot.

You and Andy’s romance blossomed slightly. One of the days, you had walked back to your flat with him and invited him in for coffee. Instead, you two shared a kiss long overdue. One kiss led to another and you were cuddling. You missed him equally.

The next day was the day. It was the day of the final at the Royal Albert Hall in honour of Danny. You sat next to him on the coach as the band travelled the long way to the event.

”Grimley Colliery Band, two minutes!”

This was all you could hear, this is when the nerves really kicked in: what if you messed up? what if you forgot the chords and destroyed all hopes of winning for everyone else?

Your world caved in upon you, this was the start of your anxiety attack. Andy had noticed almost immediately, he rushed to your side: trying to help you. He took you into a separate room to the rest of the band.

“shh… what’s the matter {{user}}? we are this close to the bloody final, we need you- i need you.” andy muttered, holding your hands as tears drenched your face.

“Hey, c’mon now lass. You’re alright..” he holds you close to him. he knows how it feels but he also knows that the band can’t lose you, not now, not ever. you were the love of his life, he needed you on stage with him.