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Tommy has been an orphan as long as he can remember. He’s been on the streets since he was 13. The last home he was put in was the worst home he’s been in. He’s had some decent, he’s had some bad, but none could compare to that last one. He ran away as soon as he got the chance and decided if the system was done with him, he was done with the system. 

He skipped town and landed in a bustling city called L’manberg. Then he found a nice, disgusting alley to be his home. He didn’t care if he woke up next to a pack of rats, it was still better than where he was. 

People were relatively nice to him… most of the time. He was a kid clearly struggling to get by. He got the occasionally pity meal or jacket, and he begged for money at times. He was doing okay for himself. 

He didn’t choose this city for no reason. 

This is the home of the SBI. The most famous band in the history of ever. 

There was only three members: Phil (the drummer), Technoblade (the bassist and back up vocalist), and Wilbur (the lead singer and guitarist).

Their music took the world by storm, and they were loved not only because of their songs, but also their attitude. The SBI became known as a family unit. All three band members joked about how they were family and even that Wilbur and Technoblade were twins. Phil was considered the exasperated father figure that the ‘sons’ always whined to.

It was nice. Tommy wished he had that sometimes. Maybe that’s why they’re his favorite band. He’s a huge fan of them, probably one of the biggest. He goes to the library and uses the computers there to listen to music sometimes. 

Tommy watched them ascend the charts just as he grew from a small 13-year-old to a tall 16. He never stopped following their works, but his life took a change when he turned 14. 

There was a music shop that he would pass on his regular walks. He saw a poster for the SBI on the windows and decided he had nothing better to do and walked inside. The shop was amazing. There were all kinds of instruments everywhere. Guitars and basses lined the walls. Keyboards had their own section of the store. There were back rooms clearly used for music lessons or little studios to test out instruments. 

He wondered around, occasionally letting his fingers run over the instruments. He felt a bit embarrassed… being in here around all these people who masterfully played their instruments. 

He was just a street kid and whatever this shop was, it was fancy. He didn’t belong here. 

He tapped a piano’s keys, pressing it down a few times. The sound was crisp and sharp, yet soft and gentle. He thinks this is a grand piano. He runs his hand over the sleek wood, mesmerized by how glossy it was. He could even see his and the man who was walking up to him’s reflection. 

Wait.

Tommy jumped as the man put a hand on his shoulder.

He sputtered out apologizes.

“S-sorry! Sorry, I’ll go! I’ll leave!”

The man put his hands up placatingly, taking a step back, “Whoa, whoa, kid. Calm down. I’m not kicking you out.”

Tommy tried to control how much his body was shaking as he finally took the man in. The person in front of him had dark green hair. It was short and swept towards the left. He was tall and muscular. A bit intimidating if Tommy was being honest.

“I just saw you at the piano. Do you play?” The man asked.

Tommy glanced down at it, “Oh, uh… no. I was just looking at it. Sorry.”

The man smiled kindly and sat down, fingers above the keys, “It’s alright. My name is Sam, by the way.”

“My name is Tommy.” 

Sam nodded, playing Mary Had A Little Lamb, “Why don’t you try?”

“Are you sure? I don’t have the money to buy this or anything-”

“Nonsense. Music is for everybody. Sit down, I’ll show you.”

Tommy nervously sat down next to him, hands in his lap.

“Press here.” Sam instructed.

Tommy lifted up a hand, pressing the key. Sam then took his hand, helping him move his fingers into the correct position, “That was an E. Now play a D.” 

“Here?” Tommy asked.

Sam smiled, “Yep! Then C.”

The note rang out around them.

“Perfect! Then D again then three E notes.”

Tommy slowly pressed each key, smiling when he could recognize the rhythm.

“Now repeat the whole thing.” Sam ordered.

Tommy pushed each key, beaming and playing it again.

Sam patted his back, Tommy smiling at him, “See? You’ve got this.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. Can you play anything else?”

Sam chuckled stretching his fingers over the piano, “Yeah. Any requests?”

Tommy bounced in his seat, “Can you play any SBI songs?!”

Sam smiled, eyes crinkling slightly, “Yeah. Are you a fan of them?”

Tommy nodded frantically. 

“Alright then.”

And Tommy watched Sam’s fingers glide over the keys, masterfully jumping between notes. Tommy found himself falling in love with the piano. He just wished he could afford lessons. 

As soon as the song was over, Tommy cheered. 

“That was sick!”

Sam laughed, leaning in slightly and whispering, “Why don’t you come back once a week? I’ll help you learn some.”

Tommy’s jaw dropped and his eyes went wide, “You- but I don’t have any money…”

“It’s okay. I’m offering to do this in my free time. You’ve got a lot of potential; I can see it.”

Tommy blushed, looking to the floor as he fiddled with his fingers, “You really think so?”

“Mmhmm. See you next week?” 

Tommy looked up and nodded, giving him a smile, “Thanks, Sam.”

“No problem, Tommy! Have a good day.”

With that, Sam got up and went back to attend to some customers. 

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Tommy continued to go back with Sam every week. Eventually, that turned into twice a week, then to three, and now almost every day he visits the music shop. Tommy also discovered his love of mixing music. Sam let him mess with some editing software, and he would spend the majority of his time there while Sam was with customers. Sam even invited him over once to stay at his house. Tommy had yelled at him and ran off for a week. He didn’t realize Sam had known he was homeless. He was scared and unsure. He didn’t want to ruin what Sam and he had. He didn’t want it to end up like his last homes. But… he still missed the man.

He went back and Sam just gave him a concerned look, but he didn’t mention anything that happened and the invitation was never offered again.

Sam was… Sam was nice. Tommy liked him.

He never yelled at him or got annoyed when he couldn’t get something right. He just gently guided his hands back to the correct position and told him to calm down. Whenever Tommy would get frustrated with himself, Sam would force him to take a break and maybe eat a snack. Like Sam always said, being angry won’t help him play.

When he’d come back, he was always in a better mood. It always seemed to help his playing ability as well.

Sometimes though, when Tommy was angry at the world… Sam lead him to one of the back rooms and left him alone with a piano. Tommy ended up smashing the keys, angry at the world for… for something.

He didn’t know. Maybe he was just an angry teen who needed to vent. Words couldn’t describe how he was feeling, but the piano could. 

Sam would always come back in after about an hour and see him practicing his favorite songs, a smile on his face. The previous anger swept away with the music.

Sam also was the one who told him about this job opportunity. Originally, Sam was going to offer him a job at the shop when he turned 16, but then he found out about this position.

Sam approached Tommy with a smile, hands clasped together excitedly, “Hey, Tommy. I’ve got some news for you.” 

Tommy looked up from the piano, a brow raised, “Sup, big man?”

Sam grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the computer. 

He moved the monitor slightly so Tommy could see what was on the screen. Tommy leaned forward, squinting as he read through the email displayed.

He read it out loud, mumbling the words, “We are looking for… to mix and edit music for… FOR THE SBI?!?” Tommy screeched as he jumped back.

Sam smiled brightly, “Yep! You should apply!”

Tommy laughed nervously, “Sam-Sam… I don’t think that’s really the position for ME… Like I’m excellent at this, obviously but- but the SBI…”

Sam gave him a look.

“No, no. You’re right, I’m too awesome for them. They don’t deserve me-”

“Tommy.” Sam said flatly, cutting him off with a hand on his shoulder.

Tommy looked up at the taller man, shrinking in on himself as he wrung his hands together nervously.

“You’re good at this, kid. Don’t underestimate yourself. You deserve to go wherever you want to go. I just thought you’d like a chance to work with your favorite band.”

Tommy let out a shaky breath, “Do you really think I can do this?”

Sam released his shoulder, nodding firmly, “Of course.”

Tommy smiled nervously, “Alright. I’ll do it!”

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Tommy couldn’t do it. 

The “interview” actually wasn’t an interview at all. Instead, they sent him a messy band practice recording and told him to make something good out of it.

And when he says messy, he means MESSY. It was clear they didn’t have much of an idea for a song yet and were just messing around. The clip was also cut randomly in a lot of places. He’d be lucky to get four seconds of good material out of this. 

Tommy groaned, hitting his head on the desk. 

Sam had even given him access to all of his sound equipment so he could make the best edits. Tommy’s only ever worked with completed, cleaned up songs. Never with a bunch of nonsense! 

He’s going to have to cut so much, it will never flow together. 

He played a piece of the clip again. Scratchy guitar and off rhythm drums were all he got in return. 

He hit his head against the desk again. 

What was he supposed to do? 

The clip kept playing, ending off at some background noise of who he assumes is Wilbur talking. 

That’s all this is. A simple band practice with no real footing for a song.

Wait.

Tommy jolted up.

What if he doesn’t need to make it sound like a crystal-clear song? What if he takes a more… artistic approach? 

Instead of trying to make a song… he makes a band practice. 

He cleans it up a bit where necessary, but the heart of the song is that it’s an unfinished product. 

He can even use that little bit of Wilbur talking as background! 

Tommy got to work.

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Tommy quickly attached the 2 minute clip, sending the email right at the 11:59 deadline. As soon as he saw the email in the sent folder, he slumped back in his chair. He worked on that for almost two weeks non-stop. It wasn’t even that good in the end. It sounded like some madman decided to try and make EDM music out of a scuffed band practice.

It was awful, Tommy knows that.

No, he wasn’t just being hard on himself.

What was he even thinking? There’s no way he’s getting this position. He’s a 16-year-old kid with almost no experience. He’s sure actual, adult professionals with years of experience applied for this job. Why did he even try?

Well, because Sam told him to... But why did he believe he stood a chance?

He chuckled to himself. It’s kind of nice not worrying about getting this job and just accepting the failure. Like a weight lifted off his shoulders.

He hopes he doesn’t disappoint Sam too much. 

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Tommy didn’t sleep well. Just a rough night full of nightmares. The thought of seeing Sam got him up and moving though, dragging himself to “Sam Nook’s”. It’s nice to have somewhere to go when he wakes up. To know there’s someone waiting for him. 

He gets there to see Sam unlocking the door. 

“Hey, Sam.” Tommy greets tiredly, slouching slightly.

Sam looked over at him, smiling gently, “Hey, Tommy. You alright?”

Tommy nodded, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “Yep. Just a bit tired is all.”

Sam hummed, opening the door, “You can go rest on the couch in the back if you want?”

Tommy smiled, “Could I? That’d be nice.”

Sam nodded, “Of course. I’ll wake you in a bit.”

Tommy walked to the back, flopping down on the couch and closing his eyes. He could hear Sam shuffling around and moving stuff in the store. The occasional jingle of the doorbell when someone would walk in.

For some reason it felt so much more comfortable here than the alleys he’s known for years. With the comforting noises around him… he drifted into an easy unconsciousness.

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Tommy woke up to someone gently shaking his shoulder. He groaned, shoving his face into the back of the black leathery couch.

“Tommy… Tommy…” He heard whispered, “Tommy, wake up! You got an email about the job!”

Tommy rolled over slowly, staring at the man with his brows pinched, “Job…? What job?”

Sam chuckled and rolled his eyes, “Y’know? SBI?”

Tommy jolted up, swinging his legs off the couch and running towards the computer. Sam laughed, chasing after him.

Tommy immediately opened his email, looking in awe at the unopened one. He clicked on it, feeling Sam’s steady hand on his shoulder. 

He read through it, mumbling all the unimportant information before finally getting to…

“Congratulations! Your song was our favorite! You’ll be starting Monday! Attached to this email is a document with all the information you’ll need. See you Monday! -SBI Management”

Tommy stared, jaw dropped and eyes wide.

Sam slapped him on the back, “Congratulations, kid! You’re making it! I knew you had it in you! That mix was amazing!”

Tommy stared at it for another moment, unable to process anything. His mind was detached from his body. He was going to be working with the SBI? He was going to meet the SBI?!

After another moment of staring, his mind finally reconnected to his body, and he screamed. 

The costumers in the store all turned to him, and he slapped a hand over his mouth, “Sorry!” 

They shrugged and moved on with their lives, unknowing of Tommy’s current existential crisis. 

Tommy tugged at his hair, a terrified laugh escaping him, “I-I did it! I-”

“I told you so, Tommy. You’re a great kid. Sad I won’t have you working at my store though.” Sam grinned.

Tommy looked at him sadly, “I’ll come here after work and see you. I’ll also come on Saturdays.” Sadly the shop is closed on Sundays. 

Sam rolled his eyes, “Of course, I’m just teasing. I’m really happy for you!”

Tommy smiled, brightening, “I’m going to meet the SBI! I can’t believe this is my life!”

Tommy was happy, probably the happiest he’s ever been. Life is looking up. Starting Monday… life is going to be amazing.

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Tommy severely underestimated just how terrifying this would be. He was all high on excitement before, but standing outside of the studio… He realized just who he was about to talk to.

These people were his heroes. These people gave him hope. These people were some of the most famous people on the planet. These are the people that inspired him to even start editing music. He’s actually posted a lot of his edits online… He’s got a bit of a following, but that is nothing compared to meeting the people who made the songs themselves.

And here he was… standing in front of the building with the nicest shirt he owns. Which is a dirty white shirt and a flimsy suit jacket Sam got him as well as a pair of dark wash jeans. 

He looked so horrible; he knows.

He gulped, pulling at the collar of his shirt. He took a deep breath, calming himself as he pushed the doors open.

At the front were two people. One was a pink haired girl, feet propped up on the counter and talking to the other person. The other was a bald man wearing what appeared to be… 3D glasses? Or were they just colored that way?

Tommy didn’t think about it too much as he walked up to them, “Uh-uh my name’s Tommy? I’m here for the uh… for the position with the SBI?”

The two looked at him, the girl smiling and putting her feet down, “Oh, great! Do you have your paper?”

Tommy nodded, sliding the papers over to her, “Here ya go…”

The girl skimmed over it, nodding, “Alright! Nice to meet you, Tommy. My name is Niki, and this is Jack.”

Jack gave him a small wave, and Tommy shyly waved back. 

Niki took a camera and pointed it at him, Tommy gave an awkward smile as she took his picture. She smiled at the camera and clicked a few buttons. An ID slipped out of a machine, and she quickly put it in a plastic case. She handed it over to him.

“Here’s your badge! You’ll need it to get into any recording rooms, but that’s it! It’s also there so you can prove you’re an employee, obviously.”

Tommy nodded and smiled as he clipped it onto his suit pocket, “T-thank you.”

They both stood up and walked around the counter, Jack taking his arm.

Tommy yelped as he was dragged along.

“You’ll get started right away!” Jack said with a fake smile, showing all his teeth, “Right through that door and down that hall! The door right at the end of the hall is the SBI’s recoding room.”

Jack shoved him into the hall, “Good luck!” He slammed the door. 

Tommy stared at the halls in front of him. That’s it? No tour? He’ll have to ask where the staff room is, won’t he? 

He glanced at the end of the hall, past all the turns.

There it was. SBI’s recording studio. It was even marked as such. The door was cracked open slightly, the sound of someone tuning a guitar filtering through.

Tommy took a deep breath, walking forward on stiff legs as sweat began to drip down his neck. 

He was nearly at the door when a giant hand stopped him in his tracks, pushing him back slightly.

Tommy looked up, legs shaking as he saw the pink hair. 

The Technoblade just shoved him.

THE TECHNOBLADE-

The pink haired man stared down at him, annoyance written on his face, “Kid. This place is for staff only. Get out.”

Tommy felt his entire body shaking, knees wobbling and threatening to let him collapse, “A-actually- I-I am-”

Techno huffed, clearly telling him to get on with it. He barely noted a door opening somewhere behind him. 

Tommy shoved the badge in his face, “See? I’m… I’m your new uh… editor or whatever.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me?” A new voice says behind him.

Tommy turns around and there, TOWERING above him, is none other than Wilbur Soot. 

THE WILBUR SOOT-

He doesn’t look very happy…

Wilbur stares down at him, disgust written all over his features. He looks completely done with everything already, flipping his curly hair behind him and out of his eyes.

“Is that a literal child?” Wilbur scoffed.

Tommy hunched in on himself. Why did that sound so rude?

Techno rolled his eyes, “I guess so. Couldn’t find anyone else I suppose.”

Tommy’s heart cracked. What? 

Tommy swallowed, getting a little angry “I’m 16, actually!”

Wilbur scoffs again and rolls his eyes, walking past Tommy and shoving him in the shoulder before walking towards the room

“I can’t believe they’re hiring actual children now. Can’t wait to fire you like the last one. Watch you leave while crying your eyes out like a little baby.”

Tommy’s eyes welled up slightly. Aren’t these the people who hired him? How did they not know how old he was? It must have been the management team then. The SBI didn’t even play a part in him getting hired. They didn’t even listen to the song he made…

Suddenly, THE Philza Craft himself poked his head out of the recording studio, blond hair swaying slightly, “What’s going on out here, mates?” 

Tommy sags in relief. This is Phil. He’s supposed to be the nicest band member. 

Wilbur shoves past Phil and into the room, “Management hired a new guy. Decided child labor would look great on our record!”

Phil glared at Wilbur then turned to Tommy, smiling. He walks up and places a hand on his shoulder, “Sorry about that, mate. Management has hired lots of new people, trying to find the right fit.”

Phil then leans his head back, voice becoming louder and more annoyed as he glared at the door, “And SOME people can’t even be nice to children.” 

Tommy felt a sting at the condescending tone he had when he said ‘children.’

Phil then looked at him once more, patting his shoulder as if he was a small toddler “I’m sure you’ll do juuuust fine mate. Don’t worry if you don’t make it past the first week. That’d be better than most.”

Tommy deflated, there goes his hopes about Phil being any better. 

Who are these people? They aren’t the ones he thought they were. They always acted like they loved their fans on their tours…

Tommy sighed, straightening his back as he marched towards the studio. 

Time to see his heroes in action.

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Tommy blinked from behind the glass, staring at the mess that was this band. They were all playing different songs. Wilbur would tell them one thing, then Techno would play something else, and Phil seemed to purposely play off rhythm, messing Wilbur and Techno up. 

“Wait a moment. Wait just a moment.” Wilbur said angrily, he strummed his guitar a few times, head titled to the side.

“Who touched my guitar!?!” He shouted angrily, a scowl on his face as he turned to the others.

Techno shrugged, continuing to play.

Wilbur fumed, looking to Phil, “Did you tune my guitar?!”

Phil smiled innocently, “Yeah, mate. I heard you were a bit off last practice, so I thought I’d tune your guitar for you!”

“I told you people to never touch my guitars!” Wilbur screeched, Tommy flinching at the volume through his headset. 

“I was just trying to help…” Phil said as he put his hands up innocently, but Tommy could see the smug smile on his face.

If Tommy thought they were rude to him… they were even worse to each other. They were purposefully sabotaging one another. It was ridiculous. 

“H-hey Techno…” Tommy mumbled through the mic, “Maybe try to let that note ring out a little longer? I think you’re cutting it a bit short.” 

Techno completely ignored him, continuing his playing.

Tommy sighed, moving to the next, “Phil, you’re a bit off. Maybe take it a bit slower? You’re just a split second too early.”

Phil smiled at Tommy, “Oh, of course. It would be a lot easier if Wilbur actually gave anyone else the spotlight. But no, he always puts in guitar solos where they don’t belong!” He said cheerfully. 

Tommy groaned. 

Wilbur stomped his foot like a child, “Well, maybe if you had actual talent than I wouldn’t need to make up for your slack.”

Tommy crossed his arms and laid his head in them, banging it against the desk a few times. 

After they’re shouting match calmed down slightly, Tommy spoke again.

“Wilbur, you are going off script a bit too much. It’s making it harder for Phil to keep up. Maybe communicate what you’re planning on doing? Just a little?”

Wilbur glared, “Listen, kid. You’re going to be gone in a week. Just sit back and let the pro do what I do best, then take your paycheck and leave.”

Tommy stared at him, completely bored expression on his face.

This honestly makes him a bit more appreciative of the band practice he got sent for his interview. He doesn’t know how they got anything out of this group.

This is going to be a long week.

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For lunch everyone went their separate ways. Tommy wondered around until he found the staff room, walking inside and throwing his backpack on the table. Inside were Niki and Jack, sipping on cups of coffee.

Tommy pulled his chair back with a screech, plopping down inside with a thump.

“Hey, kid.” Jack greeted.

Tommy folded his arms and laid on the table.

“How was it?” He hears Niki ask in a softer voice.

He groaned.

The two chuckled quietly.

“Yeah. They can be a bit… much.” Jack said.

Tommy snorted, “A bit.”

He turned and faced them, still laying down, “I don’t understand. They’ve always been known for… for being a family. They were at each other’s throats the entire time.”

Niki sighed, sitting across from him, “Yeah… they used to be really close. We actually don’t know what happened. They just… came back from a tour and didn’t speak to each other again for like two weeks. Even when they did, they were snarling at each other. Honestly, I don’t think they even remember what they were fighting over anymore. They’re all just so stubborn.” 

Tommy sighed, “Why did you hire me?”

Niki titled her head to the side, “Your mix was really good. That’s why.”

Tommy looked at her with hope in his eyes, “Really…?”

She nodded.

Jack then picked up, “That and you were young.”

Niki elbowed him harshly.

“Because I’m young?” Tommy questioned.

Niki sighed, “There were two reasons. The main one was because of your music! Don’t get me wrong! But another reason is that we were kind of hoping a kid might make them be on their best behavior.”

Tommy snorted, “Eh. Think it made them worse honestly.”

“Sorry, Tommy… We really hoped they would be a bit nicer to you. If you want, you can take the week’s pay and quit. We won’t make you come back.”

Tommy shook his head, “No. I want to do this. I want to figure this out. They’re the SBI. I want them to make good music again, for my sake.” He grinned.

They chuckled.

“Alright, Tommy. Let’s see how you manage.”

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Tommy told Sam about this, of course. 

Sam just gave him a sad smile and said, “Never meet your heroes, huh?”

Tommy shrugged, “It’s whatever.”

Sam didn’t buy it, and Tommy’s not sure if he did either.

But nonetheless, Sam dropped it, “If they are treating you too badly, the job here is always available.”

Tommy smiled at him, “Thanks. Hopefully though, I won’t need it.”

Sam nodded and they continued with their lesson.

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It’s Friday, and Tommy has a pretty good profile on these people.

Techno. He’s quiet and ignores people with skills Tommy can’t comprehend. He’s brushed off anything and everything Tommy and his band members have said, acting as if they were only a minor inconvenience in his much bigger life. 

Wilbur. Self-centered ego maniac and drama queen. He always tries to take the lead and gets angry when others don’t do as he says. He always puts himself in the spotlight, claiming to be the most talented and leader of the band because he’s lead guitar and vocalist. Thing is, Tommy remembers them saying they had no “band leader” back when they were close. They always worked together on everything; things change, apparently.

And Phil. Honestly… he might just be the worst of them all. His whole thing is being passive aggressive. He says stuff with smug looks that he knows is going to make people angry, even if that sentence in of itself isn’t hurtful. He constantly backhand compliments him and treats him as a child who doesn’t know what he is doing. Phil mostly used him to talk bad about the others. Saying stuff like “Oh, mate, sorry about them. They just don’t know how to do anything but whine.”

Which earns an argument from Wilbur while Techno just plays his bass as loud and annoying as possible.

Tommy was getting rather sick of watching these adults act like children. 

Which they currently are. 

Wilbur is currently yelling at Techno for not listening. Which honestly, Tommy can see how Techno is the one who started this… But Wilbur can’t stand the fact he’s getting ignored and has dissolved into angry screeches and incomprehensible grunts. 

Phil is just watching with a smile, telling Wilbur he’s overreacting and he needs to learn to be more mature… which had Tommy until he said- “Like Techno.”

Wilbur fumed and Tommy groaned, Techno’s bass playing in his ears. He doesn’t get paid enough for this. He really doesn’t. It’s barely over minimum wage and he’s still going to have to save up for a bit before he can actually buy an apartment. 

He wants this job, he does. He wants to make this work. He’s tried a few tactics to get them to calm down. He’s tried asking nicely, offering them breaks, whatever nice thing he could think of. Nothing worked and honestly… Tommy is getting angry. These are the people that a lot of others look up to. Fans who are waiting for the next album to drop. 

And it’s Tommy’s job to ensure that they get that album.

The argument got louder as Phil joined in on the bickering and Tommy was done.

Tommy slammed his hand against the soundboard, “ENOUGH!” 

The three jumped and turned around, mouths opening to say something.

“No! Nope! Zip!” Tommy gestures to his lips, sealing them shut, “You all shush. I’m talking.”

Wilbur looked downright offended and Tommy isn’t ashamed to admit that it brought him some sick joy.

“You have fans that are counting on you to make this album. Loyal followers that love your music. ALL of your music. Not just Wilbur’s, not just Techno’s, and not just Phil’s. All of you. So, I’d like to see some TEAMWORK in this place. Techno,” Tommy turned to look at him, Techno staring with wide eyes, “Stop ignoring everyone. You’re not better than anyone here, our opinions matter. Even if you dislike us, they’re still your band mates and I’m your producer. Listen to us.”

Techno just continued to stare with his jaw hanging open slightly.

Tommy turned to Wilbur, pointing accusatorially at him, “Wilbur, you need to stop thinking you’re the leader of this group. You’re not. Just like Techno, listen to your band mates and stop thinking every single thing is about you! It’s not!”

Wilbur blinked at him, completely shocked.

Tommy turned to Phil, seeing his smug grin. Oh the man probably thought “I’m innocent in this because I never do anything to them directly-”

“And you!” Tommy shouted, startling that smug look right off Phil’s face as he shoved his finger into the glass between them, “You’re not as smart as you think. Everyone here knows you love creating problems. You say and do things to purposefully rile these two up and sit back and watch the show. It’s like you want these two to fail, even if you have to drag them down with you.”

Phil at least had the decency to look a bit guilty. 

Tommy looked over the shocked and silenced group. Techno, for some odd reason, had the slightest smile. It wasn’t anything big… but coming from someone he’s never seen smile before… it meant a lot.

What it meant exactly, Tommy isn’t sure, but that’s beside the point.

As for Wilbur? He was strumming his guitar lightly as he stared at the ground. His face pinched in slight anger, but he knew he was in the wrong. 

Phil was shrunk in on himself, fiddling with the drumsticks.

Wilbur sighed, grumbling out a soft, “Let’s play #54.”

Techno nodded silently, fingers getting in the position.

Phil got ready, smiling slightly, “Sounds great, mate. That’s a good practice song to get us started.”

Wilbur nodded and looked to Tommy.

Tommy smirked, counting them down, “And a 1, a 2… a 1, 2, 3, 4!”

(He’s always wanted to say that!)

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Practice after that went… decent. They had wasted a lot of their time with the whole arguing thing, but they actually managed to practice one of their newer songs. 

It was progress! Which is the best they’ve gotten in an entire week.

They’ve started to improve over the next week. They still argue, but it’s mostly quick jabs instead of all out arguments. Anytime they actually start shouting, Tommy silences them. 

Surprisingly, they’ve started to listen to him.

It’s been… better. A lot better. They still don’t talk outside of practice, but it’s better.

Wilbur always leaves as soon as he can, Phil helping clean up and then taking off. 

Tommy stayed behind to do some mixing and editing. 

However, he wasn’t the only one who stayed behind. 

Techno stayed behind and practiced on the bass. Tommy didn’t question it, just enjoying the background noise as he worked. 

Sometimes he’d ask Techno to replay a piece of a song, and Techno would play it for him. Most of the time, Techno just sat on the couch, reading a book. Greek mythology, he thinks. 

They never talk aside from him requesting a few notes. 

It’s strange, but not unwelcome. 

There’s this peace in the silence as Techno flips through his book. 

It’s just… nice. 

-------

Tommy grabbed his backpack, beginning to pack his things inside when he saw it. 

A book. 

Tommy’s brows scrunched up. He doesn’t remember buying a book?

He looks up, seeing Techno sitting on the couch and flipping through his book as usual.

Tommy doesn’t know why Techno decides to stick around just to read. He’s got a whole mansion he could got sit in.

Yet here he is, every day after work.

Tommy looked from Techno to the book, holding it up and pointing at it with a questioning expression.

Techno glanced up from his book before looking down and starting to read once again. 

Oh. Techno got him the book.

He doesn’t really know how he knows Techno got it. He’s just learned to read Techno and all his subtle movements.

Tommy decided to sit down and read the book. He sat at the opposite end of the couch, opening it to the first page. 

Based off the back of the book, this one was an action/adventure series with superheroes and supervillains. 

He didn’t know how Techno knew his favorite genre, but he wasn’t about to question it. 

Before he even realized it, he was completely enraptured by the words, reading page after page without a break. 

He didn’t even notice Techno’s occasional glances and slight smiles. 

-------

It became a tradition after that. After work, Tommy would find a new book in his backpack and would sit down to read with Techno. 

After a whole day of stress and dealing with the entire SBI… it was a nice break. 

Tommy plopped down on the couch, pulling out his new book. He didn’t even read the back of it anymore. He trusted that Techno would get him a book he was interested in.

About half an hour in, Tommy spoke for the first time in their little sessions. A question that’s been nagging him since the beginning.

“Don’t take this the wrong way… but why do you stay here? Why not just go home?”

Techno didn’t spare him a glance, just shrugging.

Tommy stared for a moment, waiting to see if the man would say anything else.

Techno was silent.

Tommy sighed, going back to his book.

Only a few minutes later, a raspy, deep voice rang from beside him.

“It’s lonely.”

Tommy looked up; eyes wide. Techno finally spoke to him.

Tommy’s features softened, smiling slightly. He swung his legs over, carefully placing his feet on Techno’s lap.

Techno’s eyes widened, glancing up at him.

Tommy just looked to his book, not saying a word.

After the shock was gone, Tommy felt the smallest squeeze on his ankle before the weight disappeared, the sound of a page turning replacing it.

Tommy smiled to himself, focusing back on his book.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

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Tommy sat against the wall, distantly watching as people shuffled past him. 

He didn’t have anywhere else to go today, so he just sat out on the street and people watched. It wasn’t an unusual hobby of his, and he’s gotten to know many people this way. He’s learned to read people by being amongst them constantly. The way they talked into a phone, the way they walked when they were angry, the way someone held themselves. 

All of it gave him little glimpses into their lives. 

Right now though, he was taking everything in slowly. His mind was wondering, the constant pattering of shoes against the concrete making it easy to drift.

A set of expensive shoes strutted past him.

Probably someone who’s full of themselves, he thinks.

The shoes then come to a halt, turning around.

“Tommy?” 

Tommy’s eyes widen as his eyes trail up the tall figure.

Wilbur

“Uh…” Tommy stared at him.

Wilbur looked simultaneously bored and curious at the same time as he rose a brow, “What are you doing sitting on the sidewalk?”

Tommy blinked a few times, mind coming back into reality from its distant state.

Wilbur huffed, waving his hand in front of his face, “Hello? Anyone in there?”

Tommy shook himself off, chuckling awkwardly, “S-sorry. I’ve just uh…”

They can’t know he’s homeless!!!

“I went out on a walk and just got tired, so I thought I’d sit down for a minute.” He lied. 

It didn’t sound very believable. 

Wilbur squinted at him, looking him up and down. Tommy smiled shakily.

Wilbur sighed, rolling his eyes as he started nudging Tommy’s knee with the toe of his shoe, “Come on then, up, up!”

Tommy confusedly stood up, “Wha?”

Wilbur started walking away, “Come along.”

Tommy stood still in shock, watching as Wilbur continued to walk away. Wilbur huffed, throwing his head back with an annoyed glare.

Tommy took that as his last signal to follow him. He quickly rushed over, trying to keep up with the giant man. He had to dodge and weave through the crowd while Wilbur just walked straight through.

“What do you need? Why did you tell me-”

“Shush.” Wilbur said simply, “You’re part of the SBI team now. So, if you’re going to be around me,” He gestured towards Tommy with a disgusted look, “then you need to at least look the part.” 

He pinched the sleeve of Tommy’s shirt, wrinkling his nose, “This has holes in it. And it’s absolutely filthy. I cannot be around this any longer.”

Tommy glared, nearly tripping as he had to quickly jump out of the way of another person, “Not all of us can afford fancy suits.”

“Good thing I can.” Wilbur smirked, “For my own sanity, we need to change up your look.”

Tommy sighed, “Fine.”

-------

Wilbur brought him to the fanciest place he’s ever seen. He would have never stepped foot into the place before. He probably wouldn’t have even looked at it. The price of even seeing these clothes would be too much.

Tommy stared at everything, mouth agape while Wilbur shoved him further inside. Workers rushed up to him.

“Wilbur, Sir, how may we help you?” A few workers asked, Tommy jumping at how fast they were.

Wilbur grabbed his shoulders, “Not here for me today, I’m afraid. Though I’m sure I could use a new pair of shoes…”

A worker rushed off.

He smiled, “We’re here to fix… this…” Wilbur gestured to him.

Tommy glared, cheeks growing red at how even the worker’s noses scrunched up. Suddenly, workers came up to him with measuring tapes, measuring him faster than he thought physically possible before pulling back.

“I want every outfit you have in carmine. I think it will suit him nicely. Oh, give him some shoes of the same shade as well. Accent should be white.” 

The workers all bowed, rushing off and searching through all their racks.

Tommy rolled his eyes as Wilbur patted his shoulder and released him.

“I can pick my own outfits, Wilbur.” 

Wilbur laughed, “Oh-ho… No… No, you really can’t. Do you even know the first thing about fashion, Tommy?” 

“I know I look good in red, not… carmine or whatever.”

Wilbur cackled, Tommy growing even more red.

“What? What!?” 

Wilbur wiped a fake tear away from his eye, “Oh… Oh, that was fantastic. Child… Carmine is a shade of red.”

Tommy was practically a tomato at this point, looking to the ground, “Oh…”

Wilbur grinned, grabbing his face and lifting it up, “You do look good in red.”

Tommy growled, shoving him.

Wilbur backed off, cackling like a madman. Still… there was something lighthearted about it. The smile Wilbur had when the laughter ceased was genuine. Eyes crinkled slightly.

Realization dawned on him.

He just shoved Wilbur Soot. Drama Queen extraordinaire. 

And he’s not yelling or shouting at him.

Tommy laughed slightly, tension leaving his body. 

Seems he caught Wilbur in a good mood. 

The workers come back with racks of clothes. Wilbur clapped his hands, smiling brightly. 

Tommy reached out, about to shuffle through them when he received a very light slap to the hand. It didn’t hurt at all, more like a tap.

“Filthy hands.” Wilbur said simply.

Tommy looked at his hands.

Oh. They were caked in dirt.

“I’ve got this handled, go sit down or something else. Play games on your phone. Or are you too young for one? Need me to download some baby games to keep you entertained?”

Tommy shoved at him again, Wilbur just smiling that same smile, “I’m fine, thanks. Just hurry up.”

“I make no promises~” Wilbur sing songed as he began to shuffle through everything.

Tommy groaned, walking to a wall and sliding down it. A worker sighed next to him.

“He means that, by the way. He’s spent over 12 hours in here before.”

Tommy fake cried into his hands as he heard a shout from Wilbur.

“This is vermillion! Not carmine! Do you even know the difference?!?”

-------

The doorbell rang as they exited the store, walking side by side as Tommy was forced to carry several heavy bags of clothes.

“I didn’t even try these on, are you sure they’ll fit?”

Wilbur waved him off, “They will. No need to worry about that.”

Tommy sighed, adjusting the bags, “Well… thanks, I guess. See you later-”

“Uh-uh, we’re not done.”

Tommy sighed, “What now?”

“You are still filthy. You cannot wear these clothes while being that dirty.”

“I’ll take a shower when I get home.” 

No, he won’t. He doesn’t have a shower in the alley. But Wilbur doesn’t need to know that. Suddenly, Wilbur pulled him into his side, holding out his phone and taking a selfie of them with a wide smile.

Tommy just blinked in shock, Wilbur typing something up on the phone as his face went back to stern.

“Nope. You need a full clean. Your hair needs to be done.”

“I’m fine, Wilbur. You’ve already paid for all these clothes, and I don’t even want to see that receipt. I don’t want anything-”

“Tommy. I’m rich.” Wilbur said simply.

“I know, but it still just feels weird-”

“Well, I don’t particularly care about your feelings, so come, come. Let’s go.” 

Tommy groaned, “Please, just make this stooooop.”

Wilbur snickered, marching forward. Once again, Tommy had to dodge through the crowd while Wilbur just walked straight through.

-------

“A spa… Really, Wilbur?”

Wilbur smirked, pushing him inside, “It’s nice.”

“I don’t… I’ve never even thought about going to a spa before.”

“And that hurts my soul. I shall show you the beauties of being pampered.”

Workers shuffled around them, getting everything prepared. They rushed up, grabbing the bags from Tommy before he could realize what was happening. Then he was shoved forward, falling onto a bed.

He’s not sure how it happened, but they managed to throw a soft robe around him. 

It was super soft. Like a cloud. His feet were placed in some warm water.

Oh. Oh, that felt nice. 

His hands were propped up on some arm rests, head leaned back. Wilbur talked to one of the workers, shuffling through a box of nail polish.

“Carmine!!!” He giggled excitedly.

Tommy smiled to himself.

“I’ll take black.” Wilbur plopped down on the bed next to him, closing his eyes and letting the workers do the rest.

Tommy watched as they laid cucumbers over Wilbur’s eyes.

He burst out laughing.

“Yes?” Wilbur just smirked, unmoving.

“I didn’t think that was real! I thought the cucumbers were just in shows and movies!”

Wilbur smiled, “It’s quite relaxing, you should try it.”

Tommy snickered, “I don’t know about all that…” 

“Tommy. Try it.”

Tommy sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes. He felt something wet and cold cover his eyes, the light dimming. 

Huh, it did feel nice. 

His body slowly relaxed, listening to the sound of a small water fountain to his side. Calming music echoed through the spa. His fingers being gently taken into soft hands as a his fingernails started getting painted.

He sighed contently.

Not even noticing as he began to drift off to sleep.

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Tommy woke up to snickers, something poking his face.

Tommy blinked his eyes open, staring at the man in front of him.

“Wil…?” He said groggily.

Wilbur just snickered again, “The baby is awake!”

“Wha?” 

Memories flooded back and he shot up, nearly knocking Wilbur in the head.

His face grew red. He did not just fall asleep at the spa.

Wilbur patted his back, “Pampering is over, go get changed into your new outfit.” Wilbur shoved a bag into his hands.

Tommy stood up, rushing to the changing room. He quickly got changed, looking in the mirror.

He blinked at his reflection, breath leaving him.

Oh… he looked… 

Nice. 

Tommy smiled softly to himself, running fingers through his now poofy hair. He’s not sure what they did to it, but it’s incredibly soft and bouncy. His skin looked clearer, shining slightly. 

He looked at his outfit, glancing over it all.

It was a simple white shirt tucked into light wash jeans, ripped at the knee. Thick, white high tops with red accents on his feet. A red bomber jacket thrown over his shoulders with tan faux fur along the edges. 

He smiled brighter.

It’s been a while since he’s looked himself in the mirror and really felt good with his reflection. 

He feels… like himself.

He jumped out of the dressing room, pep in his step. Wilbur glanced up from his phone as soon as he came out, smiling brightly and putting his phone away as he clapped.

“You look amazing!”

Tommy grinned, “I feel amazing.”

“See what a good outfit will do to you?” Wilbur smirked.

Tommy rolled his eyes, smile still soft on his face, “Yeah. I guess I see what you meant.”

Wilbur hooked his arm around his shoulder, dragging him out of the spa, “First rule of hanging out with me, I am never wrong.”

Tommy elbowed him, making him grunt and release him. They both chuckled, Wilbur pulling his phone out faster than lightening and taking a picture of them.

Tommy at least had enough time to smile this time.

Wilbur walked forward. Once again, Tommy had to shove through the crowd to keep up with the older.

“How are you doing that, man?” Tommy asked, shoving past another person.

“Doing what?” Wilbur asked, a person walking around him as if they were repelling magnets.

Tommy gestured wildly, “That! You’ve been doing it all day! Everyone moves around you even if they don’t notice you.”

“Oh child… you have so much to learn.” Wilbur sighed, hand flipping his hair back, “It’s all about presence.”

“What does that mean?” Tommy groaned.

“It means you walk with confidence.”

“You mean strut.”

Wilbur spun around, walking backwards as his shoulders bounced with each step. Not even glancing at the oncoming traffic of people yet they parted around him anyway.

Wilbur smirked, “You walk on the concrete as if you own the concrete. People are natural followers, Tommy. Just looking superior will have them moving out of your way.”

Tommy smiled, chuckling to himself as he rolled his eyes. Wilbur leaned forward to eye level, holding his hand out as his eyes crinkled in a grin.

“Come be superior with me, Tommy!” 

Tommy huffed, but the smile betrayed his annoyance as he smirked and grabbed Wilbur’s hand. 

Tommy over exaggerated a strut, waving his arms back and forth in large swings.

“No, no, like this.” Wilbur showed him, holding his arms out straight then bending them so they formed a W. He took a long stride with his right leg, leaning to the left and pulling his arm closer so the back of his wrist touched his shoulder then vice versa. 

Tommy burst out laughing, following along. 

“Shoulders higher!” Wilbur laughed.

Tommy brought his shoulders up to his ears with each step, swinging them with his strides.

“Now you’re getting it!” Wilbur cheered, continuing his strut.

The two walked like that until it turned into them practically dancing across the sidewalk. Adding spins and jumps to their routine until they reached their destination.

Tommy didn’t even realize how he didn’t have to shove past anyone else.

Tommy blinked a few times, realizing they were at the studio.

He didn’t even mean to follow Wilbur here. 

Wow, guess Wilbur was right. People really are followers.

Wilbur snickered from the side at his realization, ruffling his hair and walking inside, “Come along, gremlin. I’ve got things to do, and someone needs to watch me be amazing.”

Tommy chuckled, rushing after him.

-------

Turns out Wilbur just wanted to practice guitar for a bit and work on some vocals. Tommy threw in his input from time to time, surprised at the fact Wilbur actually listened to him. 

Though, that didn’t mean Wilbur didn’t complain about every suggestion he had…

After about an hour of playing, Wilbur put his things to the side and flopped on the couch. He immediately pulled out his phone, beginning to scroll through social media.

Tommy decided to plop down on the other side, pulling out one of the books he already read with Techno. He never read anything he hasn’t read without the bassist, of course. That felt wrong to whatever relationship they currently have.

Wilbur grinned brightly from beside him, “Oh, Tommy, we’re trending!!!” 

Tommy blinked a few times, putting his book down slowly, “What?”

Wilbur shoved his phone in his face, showing a bunch of pictures.

They were… the pictures Wilbur took of the two of them. Some of them he doesn’t even know when he got. One of was Wilbur doing a peace sign over his sleeping face at the spa. 

All those pictures… all of them were posted by Wilbur. All of them had thousands of likes and comments. 

Wilbur beamed at him, “Everyone is freaking out!”

Tommy scrolled through the comments, looking at all the theories of who he was.

New band member? Secret brother? 

The pit in his stomach only grew the more he read.

Wilbur took his phone back, happily scrolling through the comments.

Tommy swallowed, mouth dry, “Y-you posted our day together?”

“Yeah? Of course, I did. So much free clout! The fans are eating it up!”

Tommy pulled at the collar of his bomber, the faux fur making his skin crawl as he laughed awkwardly, “S-so you just spent the day with me to get attention on social media?”

It was said as a joke, but Tommy let the worry leak into his voice. 

Wilbur didn’t pick up on it. 

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Of course I did, Tommy. Why else would I hang out with you?”

It was a joke. It was so clearly a joke. The way Wilbur smiled when something was a joke was clear as day to anyone. 

But it broke his heart. All his mind could think was ‘How could I ever think that Wilbur Soot would actually want to spend time with me? That I wasn’t some pity project he picked up for clicks and likes.’

A broken ‘oh’ left his lips, gaze fixated on his lap as his face grew red. 

The room was completely silent, not even the sound of Wilbur’s black fingernails against his screen. He could feel Wilbur’s gaze pinned on him, as if the man was studying him.

Tommy was about to say he was going to go home, opening his mouth but getting interrupted by a scoff and the sound of a phone clicking off.

Tommy could practically feel the eye roll from here. 

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him across the couch.

Tommy yelped as he was shoved into Wilbur’s side, the man’s arm wrapping firmly around his shoulder and hand forcing his head to lay on his chest. Wilbur’s phone was thrown across the room, landing with a bounce on the chair opposite of them. Wilbur’s hand landed in his hair, his nose burying into it as well as a soft whisper expanded on his ear.

“No.”

It was one word. It was so simple. 

But it held so much. Tommy will never cease to be amazed by the way Wilbur’s voice can carry so much emotion and depth in a single syllable.

‘No, this wasn’t all for clicks and likes. No, you weren’t just a little project. No, I didn’t do this to make myself feel better.’

And finally.

‘Yes, I wanted to hang out with you.’

Tommy smiled to himself, relishing in the feeling of Wilbur’s arm around him. He glanced up, seeing Wilbur stare blankly into the distance as his fingers traced patterns in his scalp.

Tommy just closed his eyes, shoving himself closer and sighing contently when Wilbur’s arm tightened. 

This was nice. 

-------

After that… Tommy‘s routine changed. Every Sunday him and Wilbur would strut down the street and do various things. Wilbur even bought them both star shaped sunglasses. He also would take pictures only with his permission and post them after getting his consent.

Techno was still there after work to read with him. 

But another change was Wilbur was starting to get there early. 

Normally, Tommy was the first one there and the last to leave (he got there early to make sure all the instruments were set up properly so no one could sabotage them. Yes, that’s happened). 

Wilbur was always “fashionably late” and not once has he been early.

But all the sudden, Wilbur was busting in 30 minutes before practice with a huge smile. He grabs Tommy from his work and drags him over to the couch. Wilbur wraps his arm around his shoulder and brings Tommy closer while Tommy just lets himself relax. Everyday it’s like he’s getting closer and closer to just sitting in the man’s lap.

It’s strange, but nice. He knows he’s touch-starved. Sam wasn’t that touchy of a guy, and it was nice to have fingers running through his hair.

-------

Tommy yawned, eyes half lidded as he walked into work. He started setting up, exhaustion weighing heavily on his bones.

He didn’t even notice the door opening until he heard Wilbur’s voice.

“Tommy? Toms?” 

Tommy blinked sluggishly at the man, eyes adjusting from their blurry state. 

“Hey, Wil. What’s… what’s up?” He spoke slowly.

Wilbur gave him a concerned look, “You look horrible.”

Tommy leveled him with a look, “Thanks.”

Wilbur grinned, “My pleasure. Now, come along.”

Wilbur grabbed his arm, pulling him away from his work. 

“I’ve gotta finish setting up.” Tommy complained as he weakly tried to pull away.

“Pfft, work, sounds boring. Come hang out with me instead.” Wilbur insisted.

“Wil… I really gotta-”

“It’ll be fine this one time. Afterwards, I’ll help you, okay?”

Tommy sighed, letting Wilbur fall onto the couch and take him with him.

As soon as Wilbur’s hand landed in his hair, Tommy hummed contently.

“Not sleep well?”

Tommy shook his head slightly, yawning, “Not really…”

Wilbur brought him slightly closer, making sure he was leaned on his chest comfortably.

Then Tommy began to hear humming. It was soft yet raspy and deep. Wilbur’s finger tracing his scalp in the pattern of the notes. 

Tommy’s eyes shut, all will leaving him. 

Sleep took over, wrapping his mind in a cozy blanket and dragging him into a bleary state of unconsciousness.

He just barely heard the door open and two sets of footsteps entering. 

“Shhh…” sounded quietly from above him, a thumb tracing his jaw, “He had a rough night and is sleeping.”

“Oh, mate… we’ll be quiet.”

“Let the kid sleep.” An even deeper voice rumbled, “He works harder than any of us.”

A voice echoed in his ear, soft and fluffy.

“Just rest, Toms. You deserve it.”

Tommy didn’t have any nightmares.

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Tommy woke up to soft whispering, a chuckle bouncing him up and down. Fingers shifted through his hair, gentle scratches down his scalp and back. 

His eyes opened slowly, blinking groggily a few times. He feels warm and fuzzy. Surrounded by soft voices and warm arms. 

He blinks a few more times, adjusting his face so it’s stuffed further into his pillow.

Another chuckle wakes him up further, thumb gently gliding over his cheek.

“I think the baby is waking up.” He heard whispered above him.

Tommy hummed sleepily, looking up towards the voice. Wilbur stared right back, grin on his face. 

Tommy squinted, why was he so close? He looked down, seeing he was completely in Wilbur’s lap. Curled into the man with his head tucked just under his chin.

As soon as he fully understood the position he was in, his face went red. He jumped in shock, knocking into Wilbur’s chin and making the man grunt in pain as he shot up. 

Tommy took a few steps away from him, the older rubbing his chin.

“Ow.” Wilbur huffed.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean- what time is it-”

Tommy checked the clock.

It was past lunch. He’d been in Wilbur’s lap for over four hours. His face reddened more, looking at the whole SBI.

“I am so sorry! I’ll stay later, and I’ll work harder! I didn’t mean to fall asleep! I’m-”

“Relax, kid.” Techno rumbled. 

Tommy’s mouth snapped shut.

“Mate, we let you sleep because you looked exhausted.” Phil said kindly.

Tommy dipped his head in embarrassment, “I just didn’t sleep well. I would have been fine if you woke me up.”

Wilbur stood up, stretching his arms and back slightly. His back cracked, Wilbur sighing in relief.

“Hush, child. I was lazy anyway, and you using me as a pillow was a good excuse to get out of work.”

“Sorry about that-”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, “I said it was fine. Drop it.”

Tommy smiled softly, nodding.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I had a sleeping puppy on my lap for four hours and couldn’t get up, so I now have to go to the bathroom.” Wilbur strutted out of the room.

The three chuckled, Tommy turning to look at them.

“You guys really aren’t mad?” 

They shook their heads.

“Of course not, mate. The number of practices that one of us just slept through is uncountable.” 

Tommy brightened, “Thanks then.”

Phil waved him off, “No problem. Oh! I wanted to ask if you would come over to dinner at my house tonight?”

Tommy blinked, “Uh…” He looked to Techno, Techno giving him a nod.

“Sure, I can come over after practice.”

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The ride to Phil’s house was nice. They talked about random things, Phil laughing at every small joke Tommy made.

Tommy has found that Phil laughs at just about anything. It’s an incredibly contagious laugh too. 

Tommy marveled at the house as they parked.

It wasn’t huge compared to the mansions he’s heard of, but it was still decently sized. Tan brick covered the house, vines crawling up the sides and potted plants hanging off the windows. 

It looked quant. 

Tommy smiled as Phil guided him inside, setting him on the couch while he cooked dinner. The living room connected with the dining room and kitchen, allowing them to keep up their conversation while Phil worked. 

It only took 30 minutes for dinner to be set on the table. The two sat across from each other, Tommy chomping on the delicious chicken.

“Do you like it?” Phil asked with hope shining in his eyes.

“Like it? It’s fantastic!” Tommy bit down again, juice splattering on his chin.

Phil chuckled, sighing fondly “I’m glad. This used to be one of Techno’s favorite meals.”

“I can see why.” Tommy licked his lips.

“Y’know, Tommy, I just wanted to say thank you.”

Tommy blinked, “What?”

Phil put his fork down, smiling softly at him, “Thank you, for everything you’ve been doing for the boys.”

Tommy tilted his head, clearly confused.

“I haven’t seen them this happy in a long time. I haven’t seen Techno even smile in what feels like an eternity, but around you… it’s always there. Wilbur adores you.”

Tommy snorted, trying to focus on something other than the red crawling up his cheeks, “I don’t know about Wilbur.”

“Wilbur is…” Phil chuckled, “Hard to pin down. Trust me, he cares deeply for you. Wilbur shows his love through gifts. Notoriously, gifts have been seen as one of the more shallow ways to show love. I think that’s why he’s built up a few defense mechanisms. He never out right tells you he wants to buy you something, he just gets it for you. If you try to say no, he’ll playfully insult you until you just take it. He used to insult my fashion all the time, but would then give me clothes I liked anyway. We used to have little trinkets he just thought were cool and that we’d like all over the studio. We just started accepting his gifts eventually. It was hilarious to see him insulting us while giving us bags on bags of stuff, and his face would be so red.” Phil chuckled to himself, reminiscing, “Oh, and his main love language is touch, as I’m sure you’ve begun to realize. I dare you, anytime Wilbur is rambling, just run up to him and give him a hug. He’ll melt.”

Tommy laughed.

“Oh, and Techno. He’s always been quiet, but that’s because he enjoys watching. I know he’s been getting you books. He’s always been good at reading people.”

“Which is how he continuously picks out books I love.” Tommy added.

Phil nodded, “He’s observant, and he loves quality time. So, he bought you a book so you’d read it with him. Quality time to him is just quietly sitting together. He loves just… existing with people he cares about.”

“And what about you?” Tommy asked.

Phil laughed, gesturing to the table and food, “Act of service and words of affirmation. It’s why I asked you here. I wanted to say thank you. You’ve done so much for them. We haven’t had a big fight in a while.”

“If I wasn’t there, you’d be at each other’s throats.” Tommy said with a smile. It was lighthearted, but still a real, sad fact.

Phil sighed, “I know. I know I’m part of the problem… but we’re working on it.”

Tommy smiled softly, “I think you guys will end up alright.”

-------

Tommy decided to test out Phil’s dare. He came in a little late that morning, the SBI already getting set up without him.

Wilbur turned as soon as he walked through the door, grinning at him, “Well, well, well… if it isn’t the child.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, setting his bag down.

“This is why you never should have been hired. You lack the responsibility of a grown adult, such as myself.” 

“Oh yeah?” Tommy grinned to himself.

“Of course. You’re still so young. Your brain is not developed yet. Still so impressionable. Perhaps I should take you under my wing? Mold you into a miniature version of me-”

Wilbur let out an ‘oof’ as Tommy rammed into him, wrapping his arms around the older.

Wilbur blinked in shock, completely stiff.

Tommy snuggled closer, whispering softly, “Thank you… I didn’t say it before… but thank you for all the stuff you gave me. All my clothes, our spa visits… I really appreciate it.”

Wilbur released a breath, arms wrapping around Tommy softly as his entire body melted around him.

Wilbur buried his face in Tommy’s hair, a soft whisper coming from his lips.

“It’s no problem, Toms… I’m glad you liked everything.”

Phil snickered from the corner, Tommy smirking.

He was so going to use this.

-------

Things… changed after that. Suddenly everyone wanted to hang out with him all of the time. 

But always alone. They never wanted the other members with him.

‘Hey, mate! Want to come over for the weekend?’

‘Hey, Toms, the spa is having a special! Why don’t you skip your time with Techno and come hang out with me!’

‘The library just got some new books… want to go check them out?’

‘Let’s go out to eat.’

‘Bowling?’

‘Amusement park?’

Tommy’s schedule went from sitting on the street most of the day, to constantly being passed around the members of the SBI. They’d glare at each other too. If Techno was walking up to him, about to ask if he’d like to go hang out, Wilbur would wrap around him and put his chin on top of his head while smirking at the brute. 

‘Hey, Toms, I want to go shopping and need someone to tell me how fabulous I look. Want to come?’

Techno would glare, stomping away while Wilbur just grinned harder. 

An ‘I win’ attitude radiating off of him. 

Tommy decided to nip that in the bud and shoved him off, surprising the man.

He told Wilbur he was busy, and Techno was about to speak to him, so he was going to go see him.

Wilbur got the message loud and clear, slumping down sadly and walking away.

He never did that again.

-------

Tommy’s feet dangled off the counter, kicking them back and forth, “Honestly… after I’ve gotten to know them… they’re not that bad.”

Sam smiled, continuing to check out customers while also listening to the blond.

“Techno is actually really nice. He’s socially awkward, but still really kind and thoughtful. He’s still stubborn to the others, but to me it feels like he hangs onto my every word. As for Wilbur… Well, he’s still a drama queen, but once you get how he works, he’s a big teddybear. I’ve started to notice little trinkets and new things in my bag that he clearly got for me. Not to mention the fact he wakes up early just to have a small cuddle session before practice. I also feel… safe around him. He’s the embodiment of ‘Only I can make fun of him.’ I checked his social media and he absolutely rips into anyone who says negative things about me on his posts. He also walks around with an arm around my shoulder most of the time and behind his glasses I can see him scanning for threats. And Phil… Phil makes me feel like a kid again. He lets me ramble on about anything and everything and somehow always seems interested. He laughs at all my jokes, no matter how unfunny. He… he makes me feel like how you make me feel.” He mumbled.

Sam looked at him, something sad hidden behind his smile as he took his hands, “It’s okay to have multiple people in your life, Tommy. I am so happy you’ve found people that care for you.”

Tommy shrugged, “I don’t know how long it will last though. The tension is still there all the time. I think I’m just a distraction. They’ll get over me eventually.”

Sam frowned, “I don’t know, Tommy… I think they really care about you.”

Tommy looked away, “They don’t really know anything about me. I’ve done nothing but lie to them.”

Sam opened his mouth, closing it before he spoke. 

He wanted to argue, but it was clear Tommy wasn’t hearing it.

He just hopes that Tommy will see it when the time comes.

Sam smiled, patting Tommy’s hand, “I can’t change your mind, but just keep it open.”

Tommy looked up, a flash of concern on his face, “Are you crying?”

Sam wiped underneath his eye, smiling at the tear drop lingering on his finger, “Yeah… I guess I am.”

Tommy intertwined their fingers, “I’m not leaving you, Sam. No matter how they feel about me. You’re still my best friend.”

Sam smiled wider, tears spilling out of his eyes as he squeezed Tommy’s hand, “Yeah… I know… Just promise me you’ll have an open mind.”

Tommy scanned him, worry written in his features.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, “Just promise.”

A beat.

“I promise.”

Sam let out a shaky breath, wiping away his tears and pulling him into a hug.

“I love you.”

Tommy felt the breath leave him, hugging Sam tightly, “I love you too.”

Sam released, smiling once more at him before returning to customers.

Tommy just watched him with concern, wondering what could have caused the sudden outburst of emotion.

He would find out too soon.

-------

Tommy adjusted the knobs on the soundboard, listening as the SBI played their newest song. His phone buzzed and he grabbed it, taking off his headphones and answering.

“Hello?” Tommy said, listening, “This is Tommy.”

A garbled voice replied, Tommy’s eyes widening.

“He… he what?”

More noise.

Tommy looked down, eyes unable to focus as his breathing picked up.

“He’s… Can I…. can I call you back? I’m at work.”

The voice replied.

“Okay. T-thank you.”

Tommy hung up, continuing to stare into the nothingness. He put on his headphones, staying quiet for the rest of the practice. 

-------

Tommy was acting weird all practice. He wasn’t talking to them or giving them suggestions. He just stared blankly at the wall. At some point Niki came in, giving him a note.

He took it, staring at it distantly before pocketing it. 

The bright, happy kid they knew disappeared, leaving a grey, lifeless shell. 

They didn’t push him, thinking he might just be having a bad day.

Practice ended, and everyone began to pack their stuff except Techno. He began to sit down, ready to bring out his book when Tommy’s voice filtered through the speaker.

“Techno, I need to stay late and do some work. I won’t be able read with you.”

Techno frowned, “That’s alright, Tommy, I can just sit here.”

“I’m going to be making a lot of noise.” Tommy said, looking at him through the glass with something begging in his eyes.

Phil patted Techno’s shoulder, “Come on, mate. I’ll read with you.”

Phil glanced at Tommy then back to him, clearly saying, ‘Something’s up, leave him be.’

Techno sighed, nodding and standing up. He gave one last glance towards Tommy before walking out with the rest.

-------

“What was up with him?” Wilbur asked as they walked out. 

“Not sure, mate. He seemed upset.” Phil replied.

Techno just stared, contemplating. He suddenly came to a halt.

“I forgot my bag!”

“Just hurry and get it, don’t bother him too much.”

“I won’t.” Techno said as he rushed back into the studio.

Once he reached their recording room, he packed up his things and slung his bag over his shoulder.

Weirdly, Tommy wasn’t in here. 

Techno shrugged to himself, walking through the halls. He stopped when he heard a noise.

Distantly, a piano was being played.

It wasn’t a full song, just keys being tapped as if the player hadn’t yet decided on what to play.

Techno tip toed towards the sound, peeking through the door.

His eyes went wide at the sight of Tommy at the board, fingers sitting on the keys. 

Tommy was positioned so he could just barely see the side of his face, shadows covering it because he had most of the lights dimmed.

Tommy took a deep breath, it echoing through the room as his fingers began to play a melody.

Techno pulled out his phone, quickly texting the group chat that hasn’t been used in ages.

‘Guys quick, you’ve got to see this’

It only took a minute for the two to come speeding down the halls, Techno shushing them.

They peeked over Techno’s shoulder, expressions curious.

“He plays the piano?!?” Wilbur whisper shouted, earning him a light slap to the face and a shush from Phil.

They focused back on the blond, watching as he began to play. 

The song started slow, a simple but beautiful melody. As the song went on, it began to pick up both in speed and in sound. 

Tommy swaying as his fingertips danced across the keys. It began to go faster and faster, growing and growing in intensity that had the entire group leaning in.

Tommy’s eyes shut, body leaning forward and back to each slam of his hands. 

The song began to reach its crescendo, Tommy’s hands flying across the notes so fast they couldn’t keep up. The song was intense yet filled with an emotion so sad and bittersweet it nearly had them tearing up. They felt the cords vibrate through their very souls, shaking and bouncing into their brains to manipulate as they see fit. 

Suddenly, Tommy threw his hands up. Just for a moment… the room was silent. 

Though no sound filled their ears, it still felt like the silence was screaming. It was screaming so loud it took their breath away.

Before they could even blink, Tommy threw himself forward, nearly laying on the board as his hands slammed into it. His fingers picked up the song once again, louder and more angry than ever before. 

The SBI nearly fell over from how far they were leaned in, completely enraptured by the blond’s skills.

Then, everything quieted. Tommy sat up into his original position, fingers slow as they replayed the beginning melody. 

The anger was gone, replaced with a feeling of loss. One of Tommy’s hands dropped, letting his other finish off the final few notes.

Both his hands dropped to his lap, Tommy finally opening his eyes. 

Everyone pushed themselves inside, turning on the lights as they cheered loudly.

“Whoooo!!!” Wilbur clapped, grinning, “Tommy! That was so awesome, dude! You-… Tommy?” Wilbur’s voice dropped to a whisper.

The boy was staring at them with wide eyes, body tense as he stood completely stiff. Tears glistened on his cheeks and his eyes were swollen red.

“Toms…” Wilbur breathed, the SBI taking a careful step forward.

Tommy rubbed his eyes fiercely with his arm, “H-hey guys. Sorry- Just saw the piano and had to try, y’know! I’ll just go. I’m going to go.” 

Tommy started gathering his things, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He started rushing to the door, Techno reaching his hand out and grabbing him by the shoulder. Techno turned him around, keeping him pinned with two firm hands on his shoulders.

“Tommy…” Techno breathed as the boy looked up to him with a quivering lip.

That was all the blond needed before he crashed into Techno’s chest. Techno went stiff in shock for a moment, Tommy’s arms wrapping firmly around his broad figure. 

Tommy sobbed into his chest, hiccuping and heaving out breaths. Techno wrapped his arms around Tommy, looking to Wilbur and Phil to see them staring at the kid with shock and concern. 

Tommy just kept crying, Wilbur and Phil stepping cautiously towards him. Wilbur’s hand landed in the boy’s hair, gently running over it. Phil’s arm wrapped around his and Techno’s back, hugging them from the side. Wilbur pressed against Tommy’s back, incasing the boy between them.

“Toms… Hey, mate. What’s wrong?”

Tommy hiccuped repeatedly, trying to suck in air, “H-he-he-he-he-”

“Breath, Toms. Breath.” Wilbur insisted, running his fingers softly through his hair.

Tommy sucked in a breath, devolving into a coughing fit. 

They all looked to each other, hoping one of them had any idea what to do. Phil just shook his head, their gazes focusing back on the breaking down boy.

Tommy just shoved his face into Techno’s chest, trying to bury into him. 

Techno squeezed him tighter, rubbing his back up and down. His shirt grew damp, but he didn’t care.

Tommy was in hysterics, completely unable to speak. 

Wilbur and Phil pressed closer, covering him as much as they could and trying to surround him with warmth. 

Phil muttered words of praises whenever he took a breath. Wilbur just buried his nose in Tommy’s hair and scratched at his scalp and the base of his neck. Techno held him as tightly as he could, trying to stay steady for the shaking boy.

“He-he-he’s gone!!!” Tommy sobbed. 

They glanced at each other, none of them knowing who he was talking about.

Someone though… someone left Tommy’s life. 

Tears pricked at their eyes, focusing back on Tommy and continuing to whisper reassurances to the best of their ability.

-------

None of them know how long it took, but Tommy eventually calmed down. He still hiccuped, but he could speak. 

They let him go slightly, still huddled together around him but far enough back to see his face.

Tommy sniffled, face pressed against Techno’s chest, “He’s gone…”

“Who’s gone, Toms?” Wilbur asked gently.

Tommy hiccuped again, nearing tears but managing to control it, “S-Sam. He-he-” Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, “He’s gone.”

“We’re so sorry, Tommy.” Phil said, Wilbur brushing a curl behind his ear that was stuck to his face because of the sticky tears. 

Tommy sniffled again, “He-he’s the one who told me-me about this job-ob… He… He taught me to play.”

Tommy glanced towards the piano, squeezing his eyes shut and burying himself into Techno’s chest once again.

Phil just shushed him gently, “He sounds like a great man.”

“He… he was. He… He was…” Tommy tried to find the words, “He was…”

“He was someone very important to you.” Phil said simply, helping him, “I know you were important to him too. You two seemed very close.”

Tommy nodded, calming down at Phil’s soft voice and releasing Techno, “We were.” He smiled softly.

“And he taught you piano? What was the first song you played?”

“Mary had a little lamb.” Tommy chuckled to himself, hiccuping slightly. 

“Ah… a classic.” Wilbur said gently.

“I asked him to-to play one of your songs after and-and he did. He played so well. It… it was so amazing to watch him. He gave me lessons even when I couldn’t afford them. He was… he was amazing.” Tommy said, a lot calmer.

Wilbur thumbed away the remainder of his tears, smiling softly at him. Tommy leaned into his hands slightly, closing his eyes.

Wilbur just held him like that for a moment before pulling him into a hug and tucking him under his chin.

“You’re alright…” Wilbur whispered.

Tommy took a deep breath, nodding.

Phil laid a hand on his back, “It’s late, mate. Why don’t we drive you home for the night? You can lay down and get lots of rest. Are your parents home? Is someone with you?”

Tommy suddenly pushed away from Wilbur, face pinched in self conflict as his eyes filtered over them.

“I… I’m fine. I’ll get home. Thanks guys.”

They blinked at him, watching as he grabbed his stuff.

“Hey, wait, we don’t mind-” Phil started, but Tommy pushed past them and walked out of the door, leaving them all stunned.

They looked to each other, confusion etched on their features but none of them followed the boy.

-------

Tommy sat in the alley, tears dripping down his cheeks as he clutched the note tightly in his hands.

‘Dear Tommy, 

I know this comes as a surprise. I know this seems to have come out of nowhere, but I’ve known this would happen for a while. I found out several months ago that I only had a few months left. I didn’t have the guts to tell you. You were so young and had so much life to live. I considered cutting you off so it didn’t hurt as bad, but I couldn’t lose you. I was too weak to let you go. I wanted to see you grow as long as I could. And watched you grow I did. Tommy, you are a fantastic young man. You’re kind, thoughtful, and so very skilled at everything you put your mind to. I know there’s no stopping you. I wanted you to have people who could hold you after I was gone, so when I found out about that job with the SBI… I just knew it was right. I knew that little boy who walked into my shop and asked me to play one of their songs would win their hearts. And you have. Even if you don’t believe that… You will win the hearts of anyone you meet. You are not alone, Tommy. And don’t you dare have any regrets. I know how you felt about me. I know the word that was on the tip of your tongue whenever you’d call for my name. I always acted like I didn’t hear you slip up sometimes and call me that name. 

You’re amazing, son. Never let anyone take away that shine in your eyes. 

In my will I put that you would inherit my shop. You are welcome to it. If there’s anyone I trust to keep the spirit alive, it’s you. 

But… if you want to let that spirit depart with me, you’re welcome to close up shop. Don’t live your life worrying about keeping it up. 

Do only what you love. 

Of all the people I’ve met, Tommy… you deserve the best. You deserve the world, and I know if you tried, you’d become king. There’s not enough paper in the world that could give me the room to write down everything I could say about you. 

But I will say this…

Tommy… You are a masterpiece. You are my best work. Of all things I leave behind in this world, you are the thing that makes me the most proud. I ask that you remember these words. I ask that you remember you are worth every good thing you receive. Never feel less than. Don’t discredit my work like that. 

You are wonderful, and you are loved. Thank you for the happiest years of my life. I know your’s are still yet to come. 

Go, live your life being what you were always meant to be…

A star

Love,

Sam’

The note crumpled in his fingers, entire body shaking. He cried into the note, rocking back and forth.

No one there to comfort him.

-------

Tommy walked into work early as he usually does, the entire SBI already there.

They turned at hearing him enter, giving him concerned faces.

“Mate, you can stay home. You didn’t need to come in today.”

Tommy shrugged, putting his bag down. 

Phil put a hand on his shoulder, “Mate… please. Go home, be with your family.”

Tommy sniffled, turning to Techno but not daring to look into his eyes, “It’s… it’s tonight, and my family is out of town. Could you drive me?” 

Techno blinked a few times, trying to understand what he meant. His eyes widened for a moment.

The funeral.

“Of course.” Techno said firmly.

Suddenly Wilbur was in front of Tommy, crouching down and looking up at Tommy as he took the boy’s shoulders.

Tommy looked at him in shock.

“Toms… your parents aren’t home?” Wilbur’s thumb gently glided over his cheek, “You’re all alone?”

Tommy looked down, “They’ll be home soon. Just not soon enough to take me.”

“If they won’t be home by tonight, you can always come over to one of our houses.” Phil offered.

Wilbur smiled softly, “We don’t mind.”

Tommy contemplated it for a moment before shaking his head, “I’m alright. Thanks.”

Tommy then plastered on a fake smile, “Let’s get this practice going then!” 

They all gave worried glances to each other but dropped the subject.

Practice begun.

-------

Tommy got into the car, tears rolling down his cheeks and eyes puffy. Lukewarm air came from the vents, warming his face slightly. 

The service was small. Sam didn’t have many people that cared for him. Mostly just loyal customers. They all tried to give him comfort, saying how they knew how much he meant to Sam and blah blah.

This is why he picked Techno to drive him.

Techno stayed in the car, keeping it warmed and comfortable. He didn’t say anything as tears rolled down his face, just kept his eyes on the road.

Tommy felt a firm hand land on his leg, squeezing gently. 

Tommy glanced up. Techno just kept focused on what was in front of him.

Tommy smiled to himself, letting Techno’s hand ground him.

-------

Tommy came into work the next day, surprised by once again the entire SBI. They were already looking at him, sitting down on the couch.

Tommy gulped, closing the door behind him.

“What’s up, guys?” Tommy asked, “Why aren’t you guys setting up?”

“Because…” Phil started.

“We’re going shopping!” Wilbur exclaimed.

Phil rolled his eyes, “We’re taking the day off.”

“I really need the money.” Tommy said with a red face, “I can’t just miss a day-”

They waved him off.

“You’ll still receive full pay. Promise.”

Tommy’s jaw dropped, “Are you sure? I don’t-”

“Hush. I am now paying you to go shopping with me.” Wilbur said as he stood up and began to march towards the door.

Tommy sighed, smile creeping up his face. The others stood up, dragging him with them out the door and into a limo. Wilbur’s, most likely.

Tommy was shoved inside, the grinning Wilbur patting the empty seat next to him. Tommy rolled his eyes with a fond huff, sitting next to him anyway. Immediately, Wilbur’s arm found its place around him, pulling him closer.

Tommy just let him, leaning on his shoulder slightly. 

Phil and Techno sat across from them, Wilbur’s fingers idly playing with his hair as they struck up conversation. 

Tommy smiled to himself, letting the conversation flow around him.

He didn’t feel like contributing. He just enjoyed their presence. They didn’t push him to speak or to play a part in their conversation. Just letting his mind rest.

-------

They spent the day doing whatever. Wilbur insisted on going to the mall earlier on in the day, so they followed him around while he bought something for Tommy in every store they went to. They stopped by a restaurant for lunch, Tommy finally joining in on the conversations.

Then they all went bowling. All of them grabbing their bowling shoes and balls before heading to their lane. 

Techno sighed, looking at the screen.

“Who put Wilbur in charge of the names?”

Wilbur snickered from the side.

‘TechnoThePig’

‘Crow Father’ (Phil burst out laughing at that one)

‘Water Boy’ (‘Why am I water boy?!?’ ‘You just give off sidekick energy’)

‘King’

Techno went up to the controls, changing a name as he smiled to himself.

“There.”

‘King’ changed to ‘Superiority Complex’

Wilbur glared, the others laughing. 

Techno absolutely obliterated them all on the first round. 

He got a strike every single turn. 

‘TechnoThePig won with 300 points!’

They started another round. Tommy stepped up, throwing his wrist back and rocketing it forward. 

The ball went straight into the gutter.

Tommy frowned, glaring at it.

Wilbur patted his shoulder, shoving him to the side, “You see, Tommy… it takes a certain pazzazz to win this game.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, bowing over exaggeratedly as he stepped out of the way, “Show me, oh great master.”

Wilbur took the ball, holding it in front of his face as he closed his eyes. He took a deep, slow breath, releasing it.

His eyes shot open, rushing forward and throwing his arm towards the lane. 

His arm stopped at his side, ball still in hand as he stood up straight again.

He snapped his fingers, “Ramp.”

A worker came up, placing the ramp in front of him.

Wilbur set the ball down, lightly pushing it.

Tommy burst out laughing, falling onto the small couch as the bowling ball knocked down all the pins.

Wilbur grinned, turning around and giving a dramatic bow as the other two members of the band clapped. 

Tommy was too wrapped up in his own laughter to see the fond smiles thrown his way. 

After that, they went go-karting. Phil asked the poor worker to video them. Techno beat them… again.

Mostly just because Tommy kept ramming into Wilbur on purpose.

They may or may not have gotten kicked off the course.

-------

Tommy licked his ice cream, melting at the flavor.

They were sat outside, enjoying some desert after a long day.

“Thank you, guys…” Tommy said sincerely.

They waved him off.

“It’s no trouble, mate. We all needed a day off.”

Tommy looked to the table, smiling softly to himself, “I mean it though… I just…” He sighed, “I needed it.”

They smiled softly back, Techno speaking up, “We’re happy to help. Whatever you need, kid.”

Wilbur reached over the table, ruffling his hair, “Besides, I got to buy stuff. So really… this was all for me. Now you’ve got even more stuff to put in your room! Speaking of… Do you need a ride home?” 

Tommy’s face fell in fear for a moment before pulling back into a strained smile, “I’m good, thanks.”

They all looked at him with concern.

“You sure, mate? We’re a bit far out.”

“I’ll take the bus.”

“The bus?!” Wilbur said incredulously, almost as if the idea offended him, “You are not riding a bus home when I have a limo.”

“It’s fine. Really.” 

“Kid, there’s really no reason to do that. Just let us take you home. If you’re not comfortable with giving us your address, we can just drop you off near the studio.”

“It’s not that! I just-” Tommy sighed, shoulders slumping, “Yeah. That’s fine.”

They all glanced to each other, concern and confusion etched on their features. Tommy stood up, throwing away his trash and plastering on a fake smile, “Let’s get going, then.”

-------

Tommy got out of the car, waving at them and walking off. 

Wilbur turned to the rest of the SBI, “Something’s up with him, right?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Obviously.”

“I’m worried about him.” Wilbur sighed.

“We all are,” Phil started, “but we also can’t just shove ourselves into his business.”

“I mean we can-” Wilbur started, getting cut off by Phil.

“-but… that would be very rude, and most likely make us lose his trust.”

Wilbur sighed, slumping into his seat, “Fine. He’ll cough it up eventually though.”

The two rolled their eyes, huffing amusedly. 

The limo began to roll away.

-------

It was a bad day. Tommy could feel it in his bones. 

It’s been a little over a month since the SBI took him out for the day. They seemed to be growing closer. They listened to each other more and there were less petty squabbles.

But today… today was bad.

Tommy woke up completely drained. His muscles ached and he felt like he had no energy. Everything felt distant. Tears pricked his eyes, but he blinked them away. 

He forced himself up, limping to the studio. 

When he comes in, he’s alone. 

He sighs, throwing his bag down and beginning to set up.

Techno and Phil come in right on the dot. They don’t say a word, just brush past him and get to their instruments. 

Tommy barely spared them a glance, looking back to what he was doing.

They play around for a bit. Just making noise while Tommy stared into the nothingness. 

Wilbur comes in nearly an hour late. He slams the door closed and stomps around.

Phil scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Late again?”

Wilbur whipped around and glared at him, “It’s my time.”

“It’s our time you’re wasting.” Phil said as Techno begins to drown them out with his bass.

“And I’m wasting my time by being around you. So, guess we’re both in the same boat.” Wilbur sneers. 

Phil just glared and went back to his drums.

A cacophony of sound filled Tommy’s ears as they all started playing their own songs, not communicating at all.

Tommy blinked sluggishly, unable to think past all the noise and his own exhaustion.

He feels so distant. Like the world is underwater and he’s slowly sinking to the bottom. 

Pictures of Sam flash in his mind, and Tommy feels as they drag him further down. He doesn’t cry. He just shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, ignoring the SBI as they start up another argument. 

Once noon hits, everyone scatters. All of them heading off to their own spots to eat alone.

Tommy slid down the wall and curled up in the corner of the studio as he forced himself to eat what little food he packed.

Money has been tight.

He has no one to run the shop and it doesn’t make enough money to pay someone to manage it. 

It’s eating away at the money he had saved. 

It’s been so, so stressful. He can’t talk to the SBI about it. If he does, they’ll figure out he sleeps on the streets. 

‘What’s so wrong with that?’ His brain asks.

Well… there’s a risk that they’ll leave him. That they’ll realize he’s just a street kid who’s more trouble than he’s worth. 

Sam was the only one who didn’t think of him like that.

Sam is gone.

The door slammed open, signaling the SBI were back to it.

-------

This is bad. Really, really bad.

They’ve had arguments and fights before… but this?

This is the worst Tommy has ever seen.

Wilbur is screaming at Phil and Techno. Techno is just playing louder to drown out his voice, and Phil is being argumentative.

“You’re not the best, mate.” Phil said, twirling his drum sticks, “You’re not even in the top ten.”

Wilbur fumed, “I am one of the best guitarists ever.”

“You have to practice to be one of those.”

“I devoted my life to this!!! This band was my idea! You’re all lucky that I decided to include you. Without me you’d be nothing!!!”

“Without you we’d be nothing? Without us there’d be no one to baby sit you.”

Wilbur’s fist clenched, teeth gritting.

“You’re just an immature child who thinks the whole world revolves around them.”

“I’m the child?!? You start up petty arguments like this on purpose. I know I’m talented, nothing you say will ever change that fact. This band was made by me, with my song ideas, and with my vocals.”

Tommy’s voice filtered quietly through the room, “Guys…”

Techno’s voice rumbled over it, “Maybe Phil does that because you have the biggest superiority complex I’ve ever seen. You always have to be right.”

“Please stop…” Tommy mumbled.

Wilbur growled, “Maybe I have a superiority complex because I deal with people who think they can treat me however they want and then I’ll sit down and just take it! I deserve my place in this band. And I’ll say that as much as I have to to get it through your thick skulls. I’m sick of you people never listening to me!”

Tommy felt tears stinging his eyes. This was bad.

This was really, really bad.

“We never listen to you?!? That’s the most hilarious thing I’ve ever heard! And I’ve heard your attempts to play anything remotely difficult.”

No, that’s too far. This is going to far.

Wilbur’s eyes grew wet, face contorted in anger and hurt, “You think I’m talentless?” Wilbur took a shaky breath, “Then what does that make you? What’s the word for less than talentless?”

“Wilbur-Soot.” Techno answered, “That’s the word for it.”

Wilbur looked to Techno; jaw dropped slightly as tears pooled in his eyes.

“I was the one that started this band!”

“So you’ve said.” Phil smirked.

“I’ve done good! I’ve…” Wilbur looked away, closing his eyes, “I’ve done good.”

“Guys, please… please stop.” Tommy begged, tears starting to roll down his face.

What were they doing? This has gone too far. 

“You’ve done mediocre at best.” Phil smiled.

Wilbur sniffled, suddenly turning around and glaring at Phil and Techno, “Fine then. If you all think I’m nothing but an annoyance… I quit.”

Tommy’s heart sunk.

“Good riddance.” 

Wilbur started packing, setting his guitar in its case.

“This whole band is a lost cause. I’m out.” Techno said, taking his bass and heading to its case.

Phil sighed, twirling his drum sticks one last time. 

“Too bad. Guess this just wasn’t meant to be.”

Tommy’s whole body was shaking.

They were… they were leaving.

They were leaving him. 

They were all that he had left.

They were the only people he could at least pretend still cared.

They were his childish hope that someone could find a family.

They were what kept him fighting so hard.

And they were leaving.

Wilbur’s hand landed on the doorknob and everything inside him exploded out of him.

“STOP!!!”

They stopped in their tracks, looking at him with wide eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“You can’t go!”

“Tommy-” Wilbur started, “Not everything works out. We can still hang ou-”

“NO!”

They jumped.

“Don’t you get it?!? You have adoring fans out there who need your music! They need you to be role models!”

“They shouldn’t put us on a pedestal.”

“There’s people out there who wish they could have had a family like you!”

They blinked at him.

“You inspire so many people! You give so many people hope! You make little, homeless kids so happy. You give them hope that there’s families out there that don’t hit and beat and emotionally abuse them. You give them something to hold onto when they’ve got nothing left.” Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, not noticing the way they were watching him with wide and concerned eyes.

“And when you destroy what little hope he has left… he’ll have nothing left.”

The studio was quiet. Tommy opened his eyes to see them all staring at him. They had their hands up placatingly, feet shuffling forward.

“Tommy…?” Wilbur said softly, “Are you… Are you homeless?” 

Tommy threw his hand over his mouth, eyes wide in horror.

“Hey, hey, kid…” Techno started.

“It’s alright, mate.” Phil continued, “It’s okay.”

They took another cautious step forward. Like he was some frightened animal that would take off the moment he got scared.

Which was accurate.

Tommy turned and bolted, rushing through the back door that lead directly outside.

“Tommy!!!” They all called after him, rushing towards the blond.

Tommy didn’t stop. His lungs heaved with hiccups and sobs, making his chest burn and muscles ache. Footsteps thundered behind him, his name echoing around him.

He rounded a corner, rushing into the city.

“Come back!!!”

Tommy didn’t listen. His feet slapped against the concrete as he rounded another corner, heading into the alleyways he knows so well.

After bobbing and weaving through them, Tommy couldn’t hear them calling anymore. 

He heaved out another breath, slowing his pace as he made his way back to his home. 

All his clothes were wrapped in plastic bags and hanging on the fire escape. He had a small bed made up of blankets on the ground. The trinkets Wilbur had given him were all laid out around the place.

Anything he really liked was put in a special bag and hidden in his blankets. 

Tommy sighed, back hitting the wall as he slid down it.

He was tired. He was so tired. 

He knew that the SBI was temporary. He knew they’d dump him eventually and move on.

He just thought he had more time. 

“Tommy.”

Tommy jumped, looking over to see Wilbur and Phil standing together.

Tommy slowly walked the opposite way, backing up until his back hit something. He spun around, eyes going wide at seeing Techno.

He tried to rush off, only for Techno to grab his shoulders and force him still.

Tommy squirmed, “Let me go! Let me-”

“You live here…?” Wilbur asked.

Tommy glared at him, “Yes. I do. Now go mind your own business! You all quit! I don’t work with you anymore.”

“You’re our friend, Tommy. This is our business.” Phil said. 

“I’m… I’m what?”

“Our friend.” Techno answered.

“Did you really think you weren’t?” Wilbur asked, hand landing on his back.

“I… I just… I thought you’d get sick of me.”

Wilbur scoffed, arm moving to wrap around his shoulder, “Not possible. You’re our friend, whether you believe it or not.”

“Why didn’t you tell us, Tommy?” Techno asked, sounding hurt.

Tommy looked down, tears welling up in his eyes, “I didn’t want your pity. I didn’t want your concerned looks. I didn’t want you to know I’ve been lying to you. I’m…”

Wilbur frowned, “So when I saw you on the street… you weren’t just taking a rest, were you?”

Tommy just curled in on himself, not bothering to give him an answer.

“Toms…” Wilbur breathed, “I’m so sorry. I must have made you feel bad about your clothes and how you looked. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t realize-”

“It’s alright.” Tommy gave him a small smile, “You didn’t know.”

“Surely you’re paid enough for an apartment?” Phil said, concern in his voice.

Tommy sighed, “I-I was saving up some money and nearly hit my goal but… but then Sam died, and he gave me the shop. I don’t have time to keep it up and so I had to dip into my savings account to keep the building.”

“Why not hire management?” 

Tommy shrugged, “The shop doesn’t make enough for that.”

“Sam wouldn’t have wanted you to give up your life for the shop, Tommy.” Techno said, “You know that.”

“I just can’t give up that piece of him. It’s… it’s all I have.” Tommy felt tears drip down his cheeks, falling to the ground around his shoes.

“You have us.” Wilbur said softly.

Tommy looked up, face contorting in anger, “Do I? You were once a family. Now you’re leaving. I can’t possibly deal with the drama of trying to step around talking about the others or risk making you all angry. I did before because I thought you guys were improving. But I can’t take this for the rest of my life! You all were my hope. I thought that if you could find a family and be happy… so could I. But that’s just not possible. You’re proof.”

They all looked at each other, faces pinched.

“What even happened to you guys?! Why are you all just… so angry with each other all the time? Wilbur, you and Techno used to act like brothers. Phil, you used to call these two your sons! I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“It’s… It’s a long story…” Wilbur sighed.

Phil spoke up, “I think it’s just about time we talk about it.”

The two other members looked at him, nodding and backing away from Tommy.

Phil took a deep breath, “It happened two years ago. Wilbur and Techno… they were such children, I loved them, but they got on my nerves sometimes. They decided it would be fun to have a prank war on one of our tours. It was all in good fun at first. Replacing socks with mismatched ones. Hiding shoes and other stuff. It slowly developed into something more intense. Beds filled with glitter. Nice suits and shirts vandalized. I thought it was funny at first… but I realized they stopped doing it in good fun. They were just one-upping each other and getting so into it they didn’t realize how much they were hurting each other. Then… Techno decided to prank Wilbur again… He… Wilbur had this guitar. It was important to him, but it was incredibly old. The strings weren’t even tuned. He just carried it around with him on tours. We didn’t think much of it. Techno and I thought it was just a good luck charm. So, Techno messed with it. He spray painted it and added stickers. He cut the strings. When Wilbur came onto the bus that day…”

Wilbur crossed his arms, looking away. Tommy could see the tears forming in his eyes.

“He saw it. We were already on the road and Techno talked to him and asked him where his special guitar was with a smirk on his face. Wilbur’s face just dropped, and he rushed to the case he hid under his bed. When he opened it… he just looked at it in horror. He picked it up so gently and just… stared. Tears flowed down his cheeks, and me and Techno were so confused.”

Techno looked away, expression pinched in guilt.

“Wilbur suddenly stood up, absolute rage exuding off of him as he marched over to Techno’s chest of stuff. He threw it open, me and Techno watching him with confusion. Techno rushed to him as soon as he saw what Wilbur grabbed. It was a Greek Mythology book. It was a special edition. Techno got it from his sister who… well, she’s not around anymore.”

Tommy’s jaw dropped.

“Wilbur shoved past Techno, opened the window, and threw it out. Techno screamed at him while Wilbur just stared blankly back. I tried to break it up, but I couldn’t. Eventually, Techno shoved him, and Wilbur started shoving back. Techno screamed that it was ‘just a guitar’ and he needed to get over himself. Wilbur shouted back that he shouldn’t have messed with his guitar then. They ended up shutting themselves away and not talking to each other. After that, they started using me to communicate. They’d say ‘Phil, go tell Techno that’ and ‘Go tell Wilbur that’ I just… I got so frustrated. Wilbur then told me why that guitar mattered so much…”

Wilbur closed his eyes.

“It was his mom’s. She’s not around either, hasn’t been for a while. She gifted her guitar to him and told him he’d grow up to be the best guitar player in the world. Even if the guitar wasn’t playable anymore… he still carried it everywhere with him because he felt like it was him proving to his mom that he made it. He wanted Techno to feel that too.”

The two didn’t dare look at each other.

“I got so sick of being their messenger that I started lying. At first, I lied to try to get them to talk. But once they figured me out, they started dragging me into their arguments as well. I became their therapist and I’m just… I’m not a therapist. I started growing so annoyed that I’d say stuff knowing it would cause an issue. This just escalated to the point we weren’t even fighting over what happened anymore. We just… we were so stubborn and angry. Wilbur and Techno… I know you told me not to say this. You told me to never say this, but I have to. I have to do it.” 

“Phil…” Wilbur started, “Are you-”

“Wilbur, Techno regrets what happened immensely. He told me that himself.”

Wilbur looked to Techno, Techno looking down at the ground.

“He told me that he was searching for a way to either clean the guitar or recreate it.” 

“You did…?” Wilbur whispered in disbelief.

Techno gave a small nod.

“I told him to tell Wilbur that and to apologize. Techno was too stubborn and said that Wilbur needed to apologize too… and that he probably wouldn’t forgive him anyway. As for Wilbur… The very day after he threw the book, he paid people to drive out there and search for it. They found it, but it had been destroyed and was beyond repair. Wilbur called expert after expert, trying to find some way to fix the book. It just couldn’t be saved.”

Techno looked at Wilbur in shock, Wilbur looking away.

“I told him to tell Techno. He also refused and said Techno wouldn’t forgive him anyway and he needed to hear an apology first. I promised them I wouldn’t tell… So, I’ve kept it in. But Tommy’s right… What are we doing? We fell apart because we were all too stubborn. I am a grown adult, and I should have been there for you two when you needed me.”

“I didn’t realize you… you had tried to fix it.” Wilbur said. 

“I didn’t know you did either.” Techno replied.

The two spoke in unison.

“Tech-” “Wil-”

“I’m sorry.” 

They gave each other soft smiles. Techno spoke next.

“I’m sorry I destroyed your guitar. I knew it was important to you. I was so wrapped up in our ‘game’ I just… I lost sight of what I was doing. I didn’t think, and because of that… I caused you to lose one of the most important items you had.”

Wilbur sighed, “And I’m sorry for acting the way I did. I was so angry and hurt. I wanted an eye for an eye. I should have been able to handle myself better. If I had explained and given you the chance… you would have apologized immediately. I know you would have. I just… I was wrapped up in the moment.”

Techno held out his pinkie, shaky smile on his face, “Twins?” 

Wilbur smiled, linking their pinkies as he leaned forward and bonked their foreheads together, “Twins.”

“And I’m sorry, boys… I should have done better. I should have actually hired someone to help us or figured it out myself. I watched you two fall apart, and I fueled it.”

They opened their arms, welcoming Phil into the hug. Phil let them pull him close, all huddled together. 

Tommy watched from the sideline, smiling at them.

Huh. So, they really just needed to talk it out. 

Wilbur looked up, extending an arm, “Come along, gremlin. Family hug time.”

Tommy’s jaw went slack, “I’m not- I thought I was a friend? I thought-”

Wilbur huffed, rolling his eyes and reaching out further. Their whole group had to waddle over to him.

Wilbur grabbed him by the shirt, dragging him into the middle of their group. Arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly. 

Tommy felt tears push their way past his eyelids, trailing down the grooves of his skin.

A hand came up and thumbed them away. 

“But I’m not part of the band? How could be I be part of the family?” Tommy asked with a smile.

“Not part of the band? Haven’t you heard? The SBI has a new pianist.”

Tommy’s eyes went wide, “R-really?!”

The smiled down on him, squishing him between them.

“Yeah, Toms. You’re amazing. We talked about it before all this… We want you in the band.”

Tommy laughed in disbelief. 

He’s… he’s a part of the SBI! THE SBI!!!

He felt so warm. The body heat of everyone around him keeping his insides gooey. 

After a moment, they pulled back, all smiling brightly. 

Wilbur put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back so his back was against his chest, “Well, gremlin. You can come stay at my house.”

Techno grabbed Tommy’s arm, pulling him back so he was against his chest instead, “Actually, I think he’d be better at my house.”

Wilbur smiled at Techno, all teeth showing, “Techno…” his face pulled into a threatening frown, “Give me the child.”

“Your house is so big. He’ll get lost.” Techno said.

Wilbur grabbed Tommy’s other arm, yanking him towards him once again, “Tommy will be pampered with maids and butlers at his beck and call at all times. He will live in the fanciest house in this entire city.”

“He’ll never even see you.” Techno pulled Tommy towards him.

Wilbur pulled him back, “Oh, like you’re ever home in the first place. Your house stinks. You have a garden of just potatoes as your backyard.”

Techno pulled him back, “Potatoes. Are. Good!!!”

Pull

“He’ll hate it there! I have a movie room, and a game room, and a ball room-”

Pull

“That you never use-”

Pull

“And a bowling alley-”

Pull

Phil’s hands landed on Tommy’s shoulders, ripping him from the twins’ grip and pulling him back against his chest.

“Boys, stop fighting over your brother.”

They huffed and crossed their arms.

“Besides…” Phil grinned, “I think he’ll much prefer my house.”

Wilbur and Techno squawked, shouting their protests.

Tommy broke up their bickering with a high-pitched giggle. Tears rolled down his smiling face, eyes crinkled as he laughed with childish joy.

They all smiled fondly. His smile then turned into a frown, giggles turning into sobs.

They pulled him back into a hug, surrounding him with as much love and warmth as possible.

“Y-you- mean it? You really mean it?” Tommy asked, “Am I- I- Did I find a-a family?” He cried.

“Oh, Toms…” They whispered.

“Of course. You’ve been part of the family for a long time now.” Phil said.

“Even if it was a little broken at the time.” 

“You’re like our glue. Like our little sunspot in the darkness.” Wilbur said dramatically. 

Yet this time, it felt sincere.

“How about we all go to Phil’s for the night?” Techno offered.

“I can prepare us all a nice dinner, and we can watch a movie with some hot chocolate.” Phil said gently.

Tommy just nodded vigorously, sobs ripping through him.

They all stepped back slightly, hands on his back to guide him through the alleys. 

“Wh-what about my st-stuff?” Tommy hiccuped.

“I’ll get someone to pick it all up and take it to my house.” Wilbur said, receiving an elbow to the side.

Wilbur huffed, “Fine. I’ll have them bring it to Phil’s… for the time being.”

Tommy let out a fond huff, chuckling through his tears. His legs wobbled underneath him, only able to stay upright due to the hands and arms supporting him.

“Tommy. Hey, you’re alright.” Techno said, trying to keep him stabilized.

He was so overwhelmed. He couldn’t stay focused. His body felt like slush. 

Techno sighed, getting in front of him. Tommy let out a small yelp as Techno lifted him up into his arms.

“Not fair…” Wilbur mumbled as Techno carried him out of the alley, Phil snickering. 

Tommy just slumped into him, chest still bouncing from sniffles and hiccups. 

Techno didn’t mention it as they walked all the way back to the studio, getting into Wilbur’s limo. He was set down next to the brute, still tucked into his arms. 

He let his tears dry on the journey to Phil’s house. 

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Tommy was sat on the couch, leaning on Wilbur as the man’s arm was wrapped around his shoulders. A mug of hot chocolate in his hands and a fluffy blanket over him. His legs were thrown to the side, sitting in Techno’s lap. Techno’s hand was on his ankle, squeezing it every now and then.

Tommy took a sip of hot chocolate, watching Up intently. 

Phil sat on a chair to the side, watching them with a fond, fatherly smile. 

Like he was watching his sons all get along, happy to see them happy.

Tommy sighed, snuggling closer to Wilbur. Wilbur’s hand on his arm squeezed slightly, rubbing up and down while the man drank his hot chocolate with the other.

This felt nice. 

He felt wrapped in warmth and oh so very loved.

He felt loved. The way Phil looked at him… he can see it’s the same way Sam did.

The way Wilbur and Techno sneak a fond glance his way when they think he isn’t looking. 

It’s all so nice. 

There’s no fear of tomorrow. No worry about bills to pay or what he’ll eat. 

He’s just… part of a family. 

Tommy let his eyes shut, breathing in the love. 

This…. 

This is home.

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Tommy stood outside, sun shining down on him and the gentle sound of wind rustling through the grass around him. 

He recalled the events of today as he clutched the letter in his hands. 

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Tommy smiled, hands on the keyboard. 

A little boy, no older than seven, was sat next to him.

“Alright, Shroud… you’ll want to hit that key.”

The boy pressed the key, looking up at the youngest SBI member.

“That was an E. Now play a D.”

Shroud pressed the key, “Here?”

Tommy smiled, “Yep! Then C.”

Shroud pressed it.

“Perfect! Then D again then three E notes.”

Shroud slowly played each note, smiling up at Tommy with stars in his eyes as he made the melody.

“Great job! Now let’s try it again…”

Tommy watched as Shroud played, glancing back around the store.

It was full of people. All of them chatting and looking through all the items. The building was full of all kinds of noises. Instruments all being played and echoing through the shop.

Wilbur was in one corner, a crowd of kids around him with guitars in their hands. 

“Alright, let’s get started on some riffs.” Wilbur said, the kids all nodding eagerly.

Phil was in a small side room, visible through a wall of glass. He raised his drum sticks, smiling at the children doing the same. 

He slammed them down, amazing them with the fast movements.

Techno sat at the other end of the store, carefully adjusting the grip one of the kids had on a bass.

He gave a nod of approval, smiling slightly at the kid, “Just like that.” 

Tommy smiled at them all.

After joining the band, Wilbur and the others helped him run Sam’s store. 

Tommy said he wanted to keep the spirit alive so he started giving free music lessons and in order to promote it, asking if the rest of the SBI would be willing to throw in a free lesson or two.

They agreed and after those lessons were over… They decided to keep them up, sharing their music with the next generation. 

Sam might be gone, but his spirit is still here, and it’s more present than ever.

Sam always dreamed of this place becoming popular and allowing him to give free music lessons to anyone who wanted it.

Tommy is more than happy to let that dream come true.

There was of course… another dream Sam had.

Sam wanted him to become a star.

And a star he became. 

After releasing the next SBI album, some of the songs were accompanied by a mystery piano player.

The world erupted into questions. All wondering who the new member is.

On their first tour, Tommy revealed himself. 

Not without Wilbur taking him shopping for new clothes first, of course.

In his words, “You’re about to be a star, Tommy. You need to dress like one.”

Tommy smiled to himself, standing up as the lessons ended.

The group all came together, standing on a small stage with their instruments. 

Another thing.

Concerts. 

They had mini concerts in the store regularly. Everyone cheering in the crowd as they started playing. They played their softer stuff instead of their more pop/rock based songs.

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‘They played a song just for me… They wrote it for me… 

My home was always with you… but I found people who love me now. I know you’d be happy for me. You wanted this for me.

I wish you could see me now. I never even realized how happy being on a stage and with an audience made me feel until… until I was surrounded by the SBI. They opened their arms and let me into their little found family. Into their band. 

I am forever in your debt for all that you’ve given me, and I’ll try to ensure your spirit rings true in your shop and in my life. 

I’ll see you again someday. I’ll tell you more about how I fulfilled your dream for me then. 

But for now… I just wanted to tell you I made it.

I’m a star

Love,

Tommy’

Tommy bent down, placing the note at the grave and laying flowers on top of it.

Techno’s hand landed on his shoulder, helping ground him. Tommy smiled back at him, the other members with him all smiling softly.

He stood up, walking out of the graveyard with his family.

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Tommy opened his mouth, the crowd all listening intensely as the SBI sung together.

‘We’ll always be more than a band’