AN: This is essentially word vomit but I saw Bandstand again today and it was perfect and I love Jimmy Campbell

Jimmy never talks about anything that happened during the war. Partly because he doesn't want to, and partly because he can't. The words stick in his throat. He doesn't know how to say them. So he doesn't.

That contract, though. That was the last straw. Even if he wasn't going to talk about what had happened to him, he wasn't going to be exploited because of it. He just wasn't going to do it. For a moment, he was with Davy - they should just leave, just not go on.

Then Donny starts talking about something, some original version of Welcome Home. They all knew that the version they played was a rewritten version, but they'd never thought about what was in the original. But based on the way Donny and Julia were looking at each other, it was something big. Something important.

It was seconds before they went on, and they were making a battle plan. Julia was going to sing the original words to Welcome Home. They were going to play, and make adjustments when they felt it was necessary. Then they were pushed out on stage, and none of them knew what they were getting into.

Julia started singing. She started singing about Johnny, about Nick. She was singing about them. And Jimmy knew it was coming, but what had he given her to work with, lyrically? Nothing. He hadn't told her a thing about him.

"Jimmy made it back to town four months ago, lives to tell of things no one could bear to know. Keeps his guard up now a lot, goes undiscussed. Focuses on fighting what he finds unjust."

She got him. It was as though she knew everything about him without knowing anything about him. And rather than it hurting, it felt good.

Jimmy played like his life depended on it, he played like these were his dying breaths, and he was using them to finally fight for himself. To fight, and leave himself open on that stage. And it felt good.