All The World is Birthday Cake, So Take a Piece but Not Too Much

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            "D'yer wanna organize a gig for us at the shop in Manchester?" Liam asked one day.

"Sure." I replied. "When is it?"

"Gerry Cinnamon's birthday. He's actually gonna do the gig, not me."

I smirked to myself as I pictured it. The smile and giggle making my cheeks heat up with a blush.

Liam left me in charge of orchestrating everything...including how people would be able to obtain tickets.

I dropped the stack of printed paper down in front of Noel making it slam against the wooden table with a loud thud.

"What's that?" He inquired nodding at it.

"Essays." I informed him.

"For what?"

"Our Gerry's gig. People wrote essays about why they think Gerry's so great and the best ones get tickets to his gig. It's like all those cover song contests for people who can't sing or play a guitar."

He rolled his eyes. "Them types of contests are a load shite! People don't win 'em honestly so it's a complete waste a time for anyone who thinks they've actually got a chance."

"Everybody who's entered's got a chance." I said. "I've got a team of people helpin' me sort through 'em and pick 'em out."

"Who?"

"Well, Gene of course since it ain't like he's got anything better to do. And Lennon 'cuz he's such a thespian he can sort out who's bein' genuine and who's just copy and pasted from Wikipedia. And you-"

"Me?" He curled his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yep." I nodded. "'Cuz it ain't like you got anything else better to do either. So, get readin' and if ya don't pick 'em good I'll know...and I'll have to take matters into my own hands." I pulled up my contacts for the Sleaford Mods in my phone and showed them to him. "When Gerry smiles, he means it...but when you smile it's just 'cuz you think you've had someone over...but I can play your game too, y'know."

Liam left me in charge of orchestrating everything...and it was a much bigger task than I anticipated. Sure, I knew it would be big. One of the biggest things I'd ever done...and I wanted to do it right.

"Yins are gonna meet us up there, right?" I double checked with Liam and Noel before Gene and I had to get the train up North. "I texted you your train details-"

"Yer didn't text us shite!" Noel snapped.

"Yes, I-"

"How the fuck am I meant to keep up with all this fuckin' bollocks?!" He hurriedly scrolled through his phone. "You lot're holdin' me fuckin' hostage in so many fuckin' group texts...I've a group text with you, Lennon, and Gene. I've a group text with you, Lennon, and no Gene. I've a group text with you, Gene, and no Lennon. I've a group text with Anais and Meg. I've a group text with Anais, Donovan, and Sara. I've a group text with-"

"Welp, that's what happens when the branches on your family tree are so twisted and full of nuts!" I shot back. "Be at the gig or I'll send people to come lookin' for ya!" I pointed my finger at him. "Both of yins!" I pointed at Liam.

Gene and I got the train and had a connection to Manchester at Kings Cross Station...along with a connection to someone else.

"Hi!" He smiled at me.

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