1. Open your music player, set it on random and press play.
2. Write a drabble about a pairing of your choice, inspired by the song.
3. You have the duration of the song to write, then you have to go on to the next one.
4. Write 10 of these and post them on your journal. Good luck!
 Cranberries – Animal Instinct
The second I saw him, I knew. Nothing else concerned me – the line of guys impatiently waiting for their turn – drumming on the walls or on their knees nervously, the heat, Tom’s suspicious looks – I picked him out. We have our drummer.
“Auditions closed,” I called out. A few of them groaned, but they left nonetheless. I motioned him over and shook his hand, searching his eyes.
“Welcome to McFly, Harry. Happy to have you here.”
 Hoobastank – Same Direction
“What the hell...?!” I stood in the doorway, mouth agape. Danny was standing there, bags packed and a dangerously set expression on his face.
“I’m leaving,” he answered my unasked question. “I can’t take Tom’s fucking comments, I just – CAN’T!” he roared, then collapsed onto the bed.
I hurried to his side, sat next to him and hugged his shoulders tightly. “Don’t listen to him,” I said soothingly. He looked at me with the standard unreadable expression.
“Easy for you to say,” he muttered. “I’m the one vouching for you and taking all the shite.”
 Led Zeppelin – Black Dog
“Let’s party!” Dougie yelled, waving his fresh ID. “I’m legal!”
30 minutes later found us in a club downtown, dancing like there was no tomorrow; I was ensconced at the bar, trying to get the bartender to take my order.
“Shy, Jones?” I heard him say from behind me; he slipped onto a stool next to me, motioned, and within seconds, two beers were pushed our way. He was sweaty, elated and downright adorable.
“Nope, Judd, just trying to get a bloody drink,” I said and took a pull of my Guinness, desperately trying to keep my mind off him. This is getting way too dangerous.
 Linkin Park - Crawling
“Danny?” I called out into the darkness; I was stumbling into the room after a wild night, but I couldn’t find Danny.
And why did I need to find him, anyways? I shooed that thought out of my head and bumped my way through the room to the sliver of light that was peeking out from under the door to the bathroom.
I opened the door and was met with Danny’s curved back as he leaned over the toilet, retching his insides out. I dropped to my knees and smoothed his too-long hair back, cursing softly all the while under my breath.
Later, when we were safely tucked into bed, he said two words that made me fall harder then I ever did before.
 Justin Timberlake – Let’s Take A Ride
“Nice ride, man.” I grinned at Harry, who smirked at me behind his pilot sunglasses. His wreck of a car was currently on a car lift in the shop, being checked out by a technician, and we were waiting for it to be done with so we could go meet the rest of the guys.
“I have a feeling that an amusement park bumper car would be better than that pile of junk,” I said jokingly; Harry snorted.
“Don’t hurt its feelings,” he said contentedly. “I named it Jones, after you.”
“Really?” I asked after recovering from the tingly shock. He nodded and kept his eyes trained on the window.
“It’s fucked-up like you, and I like it.”
 RHCP – This Is The Place
I crashed the cymbals and reveled in the screaming fangirls and storms of clapping; walking backstage, followed by veils of adoration, I searched for Danny.
We were supposed to go drinking and dancing after the show, scoping out the American girls in LA and possibly scoring with one of the ladies (rumored to be tanned in ne’er-before-seen places on their body), but I couldn’t find him.
And then I remembered the bathroom.
I sped towards the flimsy stalls and rapped on the only occupied one. “Get out here, now!” I barked, more from fear than anger.
The door flew open, and there, slumped on the floor, was Danny, with an empty syringe next to him.
My ears filled with static and my vision was frighteningly clear as I picked him up, slinged him over my shoulders in a fireman’s lift, and walked numbly towards the van.
 Elton John – Your Song
“Where am I?” My vision was blurry, my throat felt like someone sliced it up with a box cutter and my eyes refused to open.
“In your hotel room, you wanker,” I heard Harry say quietly next to me. I forced my eyelids open – a big mistake, according to my head – and squinted, finally making out Harry at the small table with a notebook, several crumpled up pieces of paper and a chewed-on pencil. He turned around, pulled something off the counter and offered it to me; it was a cup of coffee, just like I liked it – black and 3 teaspoons of sugar.
“What’s that?” I gestured to the notebook. He slammed it closed and wiped his face blank.
“None of your business.”
 Hoobastank – Crawling In The Dark
“WHERE IS HE?!” I roared, face red and veins popping. The barista shrugged mutely, terrified; I ran out of the Starbucks, blindly running, searching, looking, praying that he didn’t read it...
And, as I rounded the corner and saw him leaning against the wall with the notebook open and the most curious look I’ve ever seen on his face, I knew he read it.
“Interesting, what you can find out on a bathroom break,” he said conversationally and held out the notebook. “Take it.” I took it from his hand, opened my mouth to explain myself – and he turned his back on me and walked away.
 Backstreet Boys – Larger Than Life
“How do you do it, man?” Dougie panted, shooting into the limo like a bullet and slamming the door so har that the reinforced glass shuddered. I shrugged, trying to keep the smirk off my face, but it failed and Dougie scowled.
“Well, I know of at least one person that you can’t escape,” he said shiftily; I raised a questioning eyebrow and he mouthed ‘Harry’.
My insides took a running jump into euphoria. “Nah, he hates me,” I said dismissively. Dougie shook his head and snorted. “If you saw how he looks at you, you’d understand. Shame you don’t talk, though.”
“Yeah, well,” I said quietly, wishing Harry and Tom were here and not at a random club, “some things can never happen.”
Even though I wished that they would.
 Sean Paul feat. Rihanna – Break It Off
The next night found us at the biggest dance club in LA, dancing and going crazy. The music was blaring, the alcohol was flowing and I was in a tight lock with a voluptuous, coffee-skinned girl when someone pushed a shoulder in and faced me.
I opened my mouth, ready to rip the interferer apart verbally. when I saw it was Danny. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the crowd, cleaving through the twisting bodies with his shoulder. I didn’t respond, just followed, numb with shock and hope.
We reached the entrance to the club; he burst out the doors, still holding my wrist in a death grip, then flattened me against the walls to the club and put his palms on either side of my head.
“What the he—” was all I was able to utter before his lips were on mine.
Force of habit lowered my lids; my hands slid into his hair out of their own accord, and as my mind was trying to process this, he drew back and took a gulp of air.
“Wow,” he breathed. Then he looked at my shell-shocked expression and his face clouded with worry. “Harry?”
I closed my eyes, took my own gulp of oxygen, grabbed onto the back of his neck and leaned in for another kiss.
 Regina Spektor - Samson