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Paul has been having a really hard time with his band, wings. Two of the members have already made plans to leave the band! Plus, Denny (Laine)'s been acting really weird lately. He tried to fight Paul and Ray! What is going on?!
It was late at night and Ray was the only one awake in the Wings' dark recording studio. He never slept at night. At least, he thought he was the only one awake, until Paul stumbled through the doorway, a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. Paul didn't even notice Ray until he coughed, which sent a few feathers fluttering to the floor. "Hello, who's there?" Paul called out, turning around. Ray was right next to him. Paul startled, his beer bottle sloshing precariously. "Oh Christ, it's only Ray, it's only Ray." Paul said, putting a hand on his chest and breathing a sigh of relief. Ray turned his head.
"He's asked the moon for answers again," Ray thought, watching Paul sway and stumble. "And the moon said: 'Give up, it's hopeless!'" it was the type of stuff he never said out loud. "Sit," Paul said, dropping to the floor crosslegged and patting the space next to him. Ray sat, albeit hesitantly, which of course caused him to cough again. "Are you like, sick or something?" Paul said, squinting his eyes at Ray as if he could diagnose him just by looking at him. "Sorry for being so scared, by the way. I thought you were Denny (Laine)." Denny (Laine)? Why would Paul be scared of Denny (Laine)?
The next day, Ray got his answer. Denny (Laine) had called for a "meeting" outside before soundcheck, and when Paul and Ray came outside, he immediately scowled at them.
"Paul," he said, tilting his head in their direction. "Are you drunk again?"
"S'not my fault the moon keeps giving me the same answer," Paul sniffled.
"Okay, that's a load of bullcrap," Denny (Laine) said, nudging Denny (Seiwell) as if to say "Am I right?". Denny (Seiwell) did not respond. "So, you guys," Denny (Laine) said, clapping his hands together. "As you know, we are an act. And thus, that means we must act."
Paul scrunched his eyebrows together. What was Denny (Laine) going on about?
"Hey, where are Linda and Jimmy?" Paul finally spoke up.
"That, if you'd let me finish, is my first order of business. Linda! Jimmy!" He said, snapping his fingers. Linda slunk out from behind the tour bus, Jimmy in tow. "Linda here will be playing the part of our little lady suffragette, and Jimmy as her love interest." Denny (Laine) explained.
Love interest? This was ridiculous! But Paul couldn't help noticing one little thing. Both Linda and Jimmy's wings were clipped.
"Excuse me," Paul said, raising his hand as if he were a schoolboy.
"Ah, ah, ah, that's where you two come in!" Denny (Laine) said, leaning in and tapping Paul's nose.
"You two play our starring roles!"
"A "starring role", hmm?" Paul thought. "Wonder what he has planned for us in this wacky fantasy of his."
"You two are like tragic lovers," Denny (Laine) went on. "Ray is a tortured poet and you...are his drunkard friend who occasionally helps him." Denny (Laine) finished with a smirk.
Paul flushed red almost immediately.
"Drunkard friend?! I'm much more than just some drunkard! In fact, I'm the frontman here. What makes you think you can take over like this?" Paul yelled at Denny (Laine).
"Well, I've already got three under my wing, now don't I? You'll see it my way soon enough." Denny (Laine) grinned.
"C'mon Ray, let's go." Paul said, still embarrassed, taking Ray's hand as they walked back inside.
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