Okay here's a new fanfiction I wrote. Tell me if you like it, and for all the people who auditioned and got parts, those parts will be coming in after maybe two chapters. It just depends on your part. Anyways, please comment :D

Chapter~1

          Three to three. That was the score. The Pittsburgh Penguins verses the New Jersey Devils. I looked up at the big screen. Only a minute left for us to take the lead and keep it for the win. I sat back in my seat as the Devils’ coach called a time-out. All around me I heard different chants cheering on the home team. The Devils. I wasn’t out on the ice, but I sure wanted to be. Sure, I would get to go out after the game with my brothers to get a feel of experience, but I wanted to be in the game. I wanted to win it for us. For my home state that is. You might be wondering how I’m getting the chance to go out on the ice and skate after the game. Well it’s amazing some of the things you get to do when you’re famous.

          The time out was over. The players got back out onto the ice. It was a face off in the center. The referee dropped the puck. It was captain verses captain for the face off. Crosby for the Penguins and Langenbrunner for the Devils. Sidney Crosby got the puck and passed it to his team mate Evgeni Malkin. Oh crap. They had out some of their best, not to mention youngest players. That was something the Pens were known for. Having extremely talented young players, and honestly, I admired them. As a matter of fact, all the players they had on the ice now were twenty five or younger. Sidney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin, Jordan Staal, Kris Letang, Ryan Whitney, and Marc-Andre Fleury. Now, it’s not that the Devils’ players are old, but lets just say that their captain is twelve years older than the Penguins’. Oh and the Devils’ youngest player is about five years older than the Penguins’ youngest.

          There was thirty seconds left and the Pens still had possession of the puck. Malkin passed to Staal, who passed to Crosby who took a shot with twenty seconds to go. Our goalie, Martin Brodeur, blocked the shot but it rebounded back towards Staal. He shot it again with ten seconds left. Brodeur went to grab the puck as it flew past his left ear. It was in the net, a goal. The Penguins’ bench cheered as the clock ran out. The crowd was basically silent. I was disappointed, but I wasn’t surprised. The Penguins were a great team. Heck, they had almost won the Stanley Cup last June.

           Me and my brothers left our seats and once the arena was empty we got our hockey gear on and went out on the ice. I looked around the arena and pictured all the seats filled with fans cheering for me. Yeah I had that happen a lot already, but for a different reason. Don’t get me wrong, I love music and all of my fans (who are mostly girls), but I have always dreamed of being cheered on for another reason. I wanted to have fans (that included guys) that would cheer for me because I helped my team win. I have always loved sports and before I got into singing I wanted to be a hockey player. What little boy doesn’t dream of becoming a pro athlete one time or another?

          One day I wished that I would be out here on the ice, skating down towards the goal with the puck in front of me. I would fake left, then skate right to trick the goalie. Then I’d shoot it right in the goal. I’d here the buzzer and the music would play. The crowd would cheer and my teammates would rush out from the bench and come congratulate me for winning the game. The announcer would come on and say “Goal scored by Joseph Jonas, unassisted”. I would smile and wave to the crowd. Yeah, that’s my dream that I’ve always wanted to happen, and little did I know, there was a good chance of it happening.