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Chapter 7
Sapnap
“Fucking hell Cora, why’re you callin’ me at 7 in the morning?” Sapnap sighed dramatically at being woken up.
“Breach of contract. I found it.” She was breathless, almost as if she ran to the phone to call the drummer.
Sapnap sat up. “What?”
“I found the original contract that you all made Paul sign. He copied a new one, edited out one clause, and sent that to his legal team. But it’s not the original contract. I took it to a chromatographer, he confirmed that it was pen ink on the paper and not printer ink. He edited out the clause that stated he was not allowed to separate your band. But it’s there on the original one he signed. We have evidence for him forging legal documents, and for him breaking contract. We can take him to court. Dream will be released.” The lawyer quickly explained.
“ Cora I could fucking kiss you.” Sapnap was breathless with laughter.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t.”
Sapnap snorted at her tone. “I have to call Dream. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“Anytime.” He could hear the grin in her voice as he ended the call.
He quickly dialed the number and it rang a few times before being answered. “Hello?” A voice came through, but it wasn’t Dream’s.
“George? Is that you?” Sapnap was confused. “Where’s Dream? Why do you have his phone?”
“He’s at the pharmacy. I’ve got a fever and he insisted going alone to get some ibuprofen to get it down.” The Brit sounded miserable. “I guess he forgot his phone.”
Sapnap was annoyed. “Okay, do you know when he’ll be back?”
“Yeah he—“ George began to say but was cut off from a voice in the background.
“George? I thought you were sleeping, who are you talking to?” Dream’s voice came very quietly through the phone’s microphone. “Is that my phone?”
George’s voice now sounded far-away too. He must’ve been handing the phone to the singer.
“I was—until your bandmate called and woke me up.” George’s voice was light, holding no scorn.
“Hello?” It was apparent Dream was holding the phone to his ear—it came through much clearer.
“Dream! I have huge news!” Sapnap jittered excitedly, despite the early time.
“Well, get on with it then,” Dream murmured impatiently.
“Cora found out Paul changed the contract to remove the clause where it states we can’t be split. We can sue on that alone, but we don’t need to. Just threaten it if he doesn’t release you. And if he doesn’t, we can bring up a lawsuit for changing the contract without our knowledge, and for breach of the original contract.”
“Oh my god! Sapnap, that’s amazing news!” Dream laughed happily, running a hand through his hair, causing the Brit to look at him with curiosity. “Thank you so much for calling.”
“Of course, man. Now we really gotta start the hunt for a new manager,” Sapnap chuckled, though he was only half joking.
“Absolutely, we’ll get that sorted out when I get back,” Dream breathed happily.
“Perfect! Look man, I gotta bounce. Call Paul. Get outta that contract. I’ll see you in a week.” Sapnap hung up the phone.
Dream
“What was that about?” George asked in confusion. “Cora–our lawyer–found our original contract. Apparently it was modified without our knowledge. I can get Paul to drop it now, or else we can get him in a lawsuit, which I’m certain he doesn’t want on his record.” Dream explained, and George’s eyes lit up.
“Oh, Dream, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!” He giggled.
“God I’m so happy. With this and-and the Visa…I could just–” The singer surprised George with a kiss, and he leaned into it, before common sense got a hold of him and he pushed Dream off.
“Honey, now you’re gonna get sick.”
Dream’s grin was wider than he’d ever seen it. “I don’t care.”
“You are seriously such as idiot,” George whispered endearingly, and against his better judgment, accepted another kiss.
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“Dream? And what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” Paul’s voice was as annoyingly cheerful as ever.
“Save it,” Dream hissed. “Our lawyer found out you never filed our original contract. You took out a clause without our knowledge after you signed it.”
Silence came from the other line. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You absolutely do. We had chromatography tests done. I could sue you over this, you know.”
“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves–” The manager sounded nervous.
Dream cut him off. “I won’t. As long as you release me from the contract.”
He hesitated. “Christ, Dream. All I ever wanted to do was to help you. Everything I did was in your and your band’s best interests.
“Right. I’m sure.”
“Damnit, Dream! You all are my top earning clients! Can’t we talk about this?” He sounded exasperated.
“No. Now, do you agree to the terms, or not?” Dream’s furious voice carried through the phone.
“Fine. Whatever. I’ll release you when you come back to the country. But you’ll be sorry. You won’t find another manager as good as me.” The older man growled.
“Yeah, alright.” The singer’s sarcastic tone returned.
And without parting words, the connection between cell phones was abruptly severed.
“We did it,” Dream’s tone held more words than he could ever say.
“I love you.” The Brit smiled brightly.
“I love you more. Now I believe there’s one thing left unfinished.” Dream bit his lower lip.
“And that is?” George teased.
“Will you be my boyfriend?”
“Of course I will, idiot.”
-
Several months later
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George
“You coming to the show tonight, Georgie?” Karl walked into the kitchen of the band’s house that Dream’s boyfriend had moved into only a couple months prior.
“No. I’m busy.” George scoffed teasingly from his seat in front of the counter.. “Of course I’m coming.”
The rest of the band quickly took a liking to the dark-haired Brit, and said boy felt very welcomed and comfortable around them.
“You flirting with my boyfriend in here, Karl?” Dream walked into the room with an acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder. The very same one he’d taken to England all those months ago. They decided to finally release their touched up acoustic version of “December”, but with a twist, given all the band members switching instruments. Sapnap was singing, Dream was on guitar, Punz had taken on the drums, and Karl on the bass. It was quite a switch to get used to, but their new manager assured them the fans would absolutely love it.
“One of these days he’ll be mine, Dream,” Karl joked back.
“Mhm, I’m sure,” Dream approached the brunette, slinging an arm around his shoulder.
“Not jealous at all?” Karl quirked an eyebrow.
“Nah. I’ve got a feeling George is a little hung up on me,” Dream kissed the top of his boyfriend’s head.
“Shh, that was supposed to be a secret!” George joked, leaning into Dream’s chest.
“Oops, I thought the fact that we share a bed every night kinda gave it away,” Dream laughed as the Brit rolled his eyes, shoving him away.
“That hurt my soul, baby,” Dream pouted in a mock hurt.
“I’m sure it did. You’re gonna be late to your mic check,” George checked his watch.
“I know,” Karl groaned. “Punz and Sapnap take five-ever,”
Dream and George gave the guitarist a confused look.
“You know, five-ever? Longer than four -ever?”
“You’re dumb,” Dream laughed, and Karl gasped.
“You wound me.”
“Just Sapnap!” Punz protested, walking into the kitchen. “I’ve been ready, I was just tuning my bass.”
“Hey princess!” Dream yelled to the drummer. “The hell you doin’ up there?”
“I’m here, I’m here.” Sapnap rolled his eyes, joining the rest of the group. “We have time, you all are so impatient. Have I ever made us late before?”
“Countless times, actually,” Karl answered.
Sapnap stuck his tongue out at him. “There’s such a thing as rhetorical questions, you know.”
“Let’s just go,” Dream shook his head. “George, you sure you don’t want to come with us?”
“Nah, no offense, but your mic checks are boring,” George teased.
“They’re not boring, you’re just not musically inclined,” Sapnap retorted jokingly.
“Yeah, yeah, same difference,” George waved his hand. “You guys go, I’ve got my pass, I’ll talk to you a bit before the show.”
“Okay, we’ll see you then, love,” Dream bent down to press a quick kiss to the brunette’s cheek.
“PDA!” Sapnap pointed.
“You’ll live, princess,” Dream used the insult again, much to Sapnap’s dismay.
“Hey! ”
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“Ugh. Too late, didn’t beat the early crowd,” George grumbled to himself, getting out of the Uber he took, given the fact he wasn’t comfortable driving in the states yet.
“Enjoy the show!” The driver bid him goodbye. “I’ve heard this band is really good!”
George chuckled to himself. “Something like that.”
He approached the crowd, trying to get a peek into the center putting on the show. He slunk quickly and quietly around them, getting to the security guards. One was a guard the band had used several times in the past, thus he recognized George, though the other seemed unfamiliar.
“George! How are you?” He greeted happily, relinquishing his hardened persona for a moment. “Dream has tried coming out here asking if you’ve shown up yet several times. Had him worried.”
“Oh he’s fine,” George waved his hand. “He’s just overly doting. I’m only a little late.”
“Mhm,” The guard turned his attention back to the fans growing ever closer. “Well it was good to see you, I have to deal with insane people now. Go on in, I’m sure you know somewhat where to go?”
George nodded, and bid him goodbye, entering the center and walking past all the people checking equipment.
He was stopped by who appeared to be the stage manager, but he was used to it.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“George, I’m with the band.” He answered, holding up the pass.
“Oh, you’re George.” Her hardened expression relaxed. “Had our lead singer pretty worried.”
“So I’ve heard.” The Brit grinned in endearment.
“Well go on then. Let him know you haven’t been brutally murdered.” She motioned toward the back stage, and he thanked her, walking off.
“Dream?” He asked, rapping gently on the door of a dressing room.
“Oh my god, George!” The door flung open, and the singer engulfed him in his arms. “I thought you died or something!”
“I’m sorry, the Uber got caught in traffic,” He returned the embrace.
“You didn’t text me?” Dream asked exasperatedly.
“I did?” George asked confused, pulling out his phone and double checking to be sure he was telling the truth.
Dream pulled out his phone in his pocket. “I didn’t–” His voice trailed off. “Oh.”
George tried to hide his teasing smile. “What?”
“...This is Sapnap’s phone.”
“What?” The drummer’s shocked voice came from behind them. “Give me that.” He pulled the device out of his best friend’s hand, and replaced it with his.
“You’re very special.” George kissed his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Hey!” Dream whined in protest.
“ To me. Special to me.” George amended with a teasing grin.
Dream rolled his eyes endearingly. “Come on. Let’s get you set up to watch.”