They’re somewhere in the middle of England, shoved into the back of a van with all of their instruments and equipment. It’s cold as fuck outside with snow on the ground and they’re all bundled up inside the van as the driver navigates through the heavy traffic towards the club the band is playing in later that evening.

Grayson’s starting to sweat because he'd put on too many layers of clothes and hadn’t thought to take his coat off before getting inside the van. Plus, the driver has the heat cranked all of the way up. He’s shoved between Matt and the window so he has no room to move or stretch out or anything. He turns his head to watch the traffic outside of the van window and listens as the guys talk about the show that night, and what they wanted to do for dinner and after the show.

The song that’s playing on the radio comes to an end and the DJ starts talking but Grayson’s only half paying attention, instead being drawn into the conversation by a question from their manager. Soon they’re all talking over each other, laughing and joking but as a familiar-to-them melody starts playing over the radio they all grow quiet one by one.

“Is that-?” Grayson asks and looks around at the other guys, who look just as stunned as he must.

The van is suck in traffic and doesn’t seem to be moving any time soon. One of them lets out a loud ‘WHOO!’ and reaches for the van door. Nathan tumbles out first, followed by the rest of the band. Grayson thinks they must look absolutely insane - a bunch of guys standing outside of a beat up van with a song blaring from the speakers laughing their asses off and hugging each other. But he doesn’t really care because...holyshit their song is on the radio - an actual radio station that people actually listen to. He can’t believe that a song he wrote and played on is actually being played on the radio somewhere in the world.

Their manager, Ken, is the first to come to his senses when he sees the traffic starting to move up ahead. He ushers them back into the van, where their driver looks like a combination of confused and amused as the song comes to an end. Grayson can’t keep the grin off of his face as the van door slams shut and the van starts its slow move forward. He’d never thought in a million years that the band would actually be on the radio, it’d seemed like such a long shot when they first put the band together. He can’t help but laugh when he hears the guys on their phones, exclaiming to their families about hearing themselves on the radio for the first time. He feels jittery on the inside and knows he must look like a complete idiot with a smile on his face but doesn't care. They'll be on this high for awhile yet and Grayson can't help but hope that the feeling of elation never goes away.