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The Ultimate Take That Story COMPLETE	By : MissLizzie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Take That Views: 5447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Take That. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Take That were the biggest popgroup Britain saw after the Beatles. They sold an enormous amount of records and had several number one hits, Mark Owen, Gary Barlow, Howard Donald, Jason Orange and Robbie Williams made it big time. Their manager and creator was Nigel Martin-Smith a man from Manchester who hasn't made a lot of friends whilst managing the band.
In 1995 Robbie Williams left the band and went on to become one of the worlds biggest popstars today. Stories of addiction and law suits are numerous in the Williams' saga, some people might even call his succes not to be envious of; he's been in rehab several times.
The band split on February 13, 1996 a black day in the lives of the fans. Helplines were set up in the UK to support the devestated girls.
In 2006 the band got back together and toured the UK succesfully, they made a new album with a new label and a new manager. In late fall 2007 their Beautiful World tour will begin and so far they've already broken records for being the most succesful comeback band ever.

This is all based on true facts however. Aren't any of you suspicious of what went on during the split? How the boys felt and what they did in those 10 years of absence? I sure as hell was! This story is My Take on the Ultimate Take That Story. Of course, it is all my fantasy but if you've read My Take (by Gary Barlow) you'll notice that I've used some of his information on that period of Take That.

Enjoy, and for all you Thatters out there: Never Forget!

1.

“I am so fucking fed up with these interviews,” Howard Donald rubbed his face as he grabbed for his fags and lighter. Mark Owen reached out his hand and without a word Howard passed him a cigarette too. “Give us one too,” Gary Barlow grumbled whilst avoiding the looks of Jason Orange. “You guys are disgusting,” Jason said but left it at that, knowing it wouldn’t have any effect on them anyway and feeling nearly miserable enough to be asking for a fag himself.

It was February 1996, they were Take That. At least, for a little while more. Just hours before they had announced that from today was no more. They were exhausted, physically and mentally. They sat in a hotel room in a very secret place. The place was so secret that it took the fans several hours before they found out where it was, normally the fans would already be there the moment the rooms were booked. “We’ve caused quite a stir, lads” said Mark as he flicked through the channels on the TV. Jason stared from the window down to where the fans were. “It’s like we’re bloody dead innit?” Howard was now also looking from the window. “It’s sad though, we’ve taken something away from them. I know we’re all fed up, God knows I am, but still…my heart goes out to them.” “Yeah,” Mark sighed as he watched a girl sobbing in the arms of her friend whose face was covered in black smears as the painted Take That logo’s had run from all the crying she had done.
The last journalist had just left the hotel room, after their split announcement they had had a full day of interviews and never more than today had it been this difficult. Now they all sat around in the huge room, collecting their thoughts, smoking and feeling horrible. But there was also a sense of relief. They never planned to be in a boyband all their lives, and they certainly never planned for it to become such a craze and frenzy. Living as a famous pop star sounded cool but Take That had more than enough.
Gary wanted something more sophisticated, for him the dancing and jumping on stage had never been his favourite part. He was also deeply in love and right now all he could think about was Dawn . Jason plainly wanted some peace and rest, to see a little of the world but also to regain his self control that he had lost to Nigel over the years. He hated that man with a passion. Rob had never been his best friend, but he totally understood what problems Robbie had had with Nigel. Robbie was also on Mark’s mind. Mark worried, he worried for the fans who were so sad, he worried for Gaz, How and Jay because he knew they too felt like shit, and he worried for Rob, his former best friend. His mate. He knew that things were not going too well for Rob. They had lost contact for a while now and when Rob did call he was either drunk and aggressive or drunk and depressed. And he worried for his mom, because he knew she’d be worried about him right now. Howard felt like crying, he suppressed the urge to jump up and shout “Let’s not do this guys! Let’s just do another tour, make another album, things will get better.” But he knew very well that things wouldn’t get any better, he knew that splitting up was the best idea they’d had for a long time. He just couldn’t let go of the band. His heart went out to the fans because he felt their despair and their hurt, he also knew that a couple of months from now things would all be different; he’d be all alone not having a clue what to do with himself.

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“Fucking bastards! The bloody nerve they have, what is this some sort of war declaration? Let’s split up on Robbie’s birthday, tossers!” Robbie Williams gave a maniacal laugh as he downed his glass of vodka. “Robert, please! Turn the telly off if it makes you this mad!” Robbie’s mum was looking at her son and her heart broke. His bleached hair had grown and his own dark colour showed at the top of his head, he looked as if he’d been on a diet of pizza and beer for months. She knew that the amount of alcohol he drank was abnormal, she knew that strange packages arrived at the house twice a day and Rob would disappear into the bathroom and come out looking all serene and out of the world, she knew he had a problem but she was scared as well. She wanted to help but didn’t know how and she turned away from her son so he couldn’t see her dry her eyes as tears had welled up in them for the hundredth time that day.
Rob finally listened to his mum and got up to turn off the TV, at that exact same moment one of the sad Take That fans he was watching on MTV looked into the camera and said “It’s all Robbie’s fault, if he hadn’t left they’d still be together!” Rob switched the TV off and his anger, that he wanted to feel even more after hearing this, faded away and a jolt of sadness ran through his body. He just realised what had made him so sad, it was Markie. His friend, his mate, his brother surfer, Mark had always put things into perspective for Rob. He always had something wise to say but the image of Mark face during that press conference was engraved in his mind. Rob had never seen Mark like that, his face worn out, dark circles around his eyes and the fatigue gushing out of his every pore. The moment that one journalist mentioned that today was actually Robbie’s birthday and if this was some sort of statement, he had seen the shock on Markie’s face.
Anger came over him again and while searching his pockets for a cigarette, he whispered “Bitch, just blame it all on Robbie” at the black TV screen.

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“Fuck it! We’ve got to get his solo career moving man, I mean like pronto. This day has been draining on him and I know he wants to drag that lazy ass of his into his bed and sleep until the next millennium. Unless that boney Dawn bitch is lying in his bed…” Nigel Martin-Smith was barking into his mobile to somebody very unimportant of Sony which annoyed him to pieces. He’d been in a crap mood all day, his band, his creation, his boys had called it a day and he hated them all for it. He felt like a little child whose favourite toy was taken away and shredded in front of his eyes. He used to plan things meticulously and nobody every dared to not follow his orders. He knew that the lads had done things when he wasn’t around that he would’ve never approved of, like shagging a girl of every nationality during their tours around the world or having meetings in the tour bus where he wasn’t invited so they could nag about him.
“Have you already sent that fax?” he asked his PA. She was a new girl, quite pretty but of course Nigel didn’t care for female looks. He’d hired her firstly because she was trained as a secretary and secondly because she was the only none - Take That fan that had applied for the job half a year ago. She was shy but sociable, thorough and reliable: just what Nigel needed. But he was careful though, he made sure that she had minimal contact with the lads. If he could arrange it so, the lads wouldn’t have had any physical contact with women ever. At least he could keep his own female staff away from them.
Nigel was worried about his biggest star on the block. The boy that was almost thrown into his lap as if it was meant to be. Gary didn’t know it yet, but Nigel knew that his solo career wasn’t going to be an easy one. Even if the press had silently put bets on him becoming the mega star over the next five years, Nigel had a feeling things weren’t going to go as smoothly as he hoped it would.
The girl nodded that she had sent the fax indeed. “Well, go home then. You’re done for today. I’ll see you in the morning, don’t be late because journalist hell will start all over again tomorrow”.

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Julia was knackered, her ears were ringing and her back was sore. She’d hardly any energy left to get home and she contemplated of holding a cab. The cold February air felt nice on her cheeks though and she decided to walk home. Luckily, the student flat she still shared with her college mate was nearby. When she arrived a good 15 minutes later, her mate was still up. “Jules, d’you wanna beer?” “Oh Gods yes!” Julia had lived with Charlotte for 6 years now in their student flat and they both worked very different jobs. Charlotte had studied art history and worked as a curator for a museum, they were very different but were extremely good friends.
Charlotte was looking amused at the TV. “Have you seen it?” she cheerfully asked Julia, “must have been a rough day at the office not?” The TV showed crying and sobbing girls and Julia rolled her eyes. “Please, turn it off! Like I haven’t seen enough of that at work. D’you know it’s pretty sad those girls. They stand there out in the cold feeling like crap…I don’t get that, why can’t they just get pissed?” Charlotte laughed. “So, can you stay on as his PA now that the band is splitting up?” “Dunno, I guess so…Take That isn’t the only thing he’s involved in,” she took a swig from her beer. “Did you know I haven’t even had one proper conversation with those guys? Nigel keeps them from me like they have a contagious disease!”. “They might have actually,” Charlotte snorted, “all that sleeping around with all those girls, I’ll bet you in a couple of years there will be women all over Europe claiming their son or daughter is a Take That authentic!”. Julia laughed out loud “So I should be careful then in April…” “Why? What are you doing in April?”
“Nigel wants me to go to the Netherlands with the lads for their final gig, apparently there will be loads of label shit going on over there since it’s the final ever thing they do.” “Well you’re not a fan are you? Those guys only go for the easy gals, you know, a quicky, you’re not their type.”
“Right,” said Julia as she thought about the photo’s that had arrived that day in the big envelope which had contained some fabulous glitzy shots of the lads wearing nothing much but swimming gear.
“I’m going to bed,” Charlotte said as she switched off the TV.
“Yeah, me too.” Julia downed her beer as she dreaded tomorrow knowing that she’d get loads of stress from Nigel and about 2,000 phone calls from journalist all asking the same questions.

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Two hours later, Gary too crawled into his bed at the hotel. You could hardly call the room he was in a hotel room, it was practically a ballroom. As his face touched the pillow he felt a slight stir at the other end of the bed. “Honey,” Dawn had woken up and was now gently squeezing herself into his arms, “are you ok?” she asked with a sleepy voice, “I am now,” he replied as he gently kissed her neck. He could care less about the band, Nigel or the fans at this moment. He wanted this to last forever.

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Nigel sunk into his bed as he thought over his decision to send Julia with the lads to Holland. Although he was pleased with her work there was something about her that he didn’t like. Maybe it was her mocking expressing he sometimes thought he saw on her face, as if she was laughing at him for making a big fuss over such a daft thing as a boyband or what colour champagne he was served. “Women,” he thought, “can’t live with them…end of sentence”.

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Mark blew out the incense stick next to his bed and watched the small grey fume curl up to the ceiling. He hated the smell of cigarettes in his bedroom which was entirely his own fault as he smoked in it. He felt a little bit better now, he’d called his mum telling her everything was fine and had taken a bath in which he’d sat until he’d gotten hungry. With a book and a cheese toastie on his lap, Mark fell asleep two minutes later.

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Howard had sat in the window sill looking down at the fans for hours. At first, the fans had been sobbing, still crying and comforting each other. Later, they we’re softly telling each other their best memories of Take That. Even later they’d been more cheerful and he even heard the occasional laughter rising from the group. It had been the moment when the fans had started chanting “Everything Changes but you” not loud or screaming like they usually did, but soft almost as if they were praying, that he’d burst into tears. He couldn’t stop and he cried himself to sleep while the fans chanted Never Forget four stories down.

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Robbie looked in the mirror, his face was puffy and his hair looked like crap. “Right,” he said to himself, “A half one, and then off to bed.” He looked at the small green tablet in his hand. “Just to get me to sleep,” he thought. He brought the tablet to his mouth and as he swallowed, his mobile rang. “Oi pretty face! Are you going out tonight or what?” Robbie instantly forgot about his plan to go to bed early “Yeah sure, d’you have some shit to get me hyped up, I just took a downer.” “Mate, the shops always open!” the other side said.
Ten minutes later Robbie’s mum heard a car pull up at the house and Robbie left. She hated him going out with the Gallagher brothers.

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He’d taken a shower, rung his mum, read 100 pages and played a little guitar and then Jason forced himself to get into bed. He slept badly, he’d hardly slept at all over the past weeks. He nearly feared his bed. As he lay in the clean sheets he tried to find the comfiest way to try and go to sleep. He gave up 10 minutes later and just stared at the ceiling. He often just lay like that whole nights long, staring at the ceiling and thinking. Thinking about his life, how it had come to this, how he felt unimportant sometimes, useless and stupid. Thinking about the world, about his dad, the sky and the stars, thinking about everything and then he’d feel very small.

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