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New Post 5/13/2008 12:07 PM
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Story --> You're the Voice I Hear Inside My Head (Joe Jonas 

 I'm looking for feedback on this story that I decided to write one day :) Please reply : )

 

Chapter one : : Morning

There was something about the air this morning, an indescribable feeling of unpleasantness. I should have been excited; there was a concert tonight, and the brothers and I were all well, no girls had attacked us for a while… but something was different… something.
 Mom, always the first one up; I don’t know how she does it: takes care of four sons, a husband, and does it all while on tour and traveling across the country. She threw a pillow at me after I had refused to get up. Neither of us had gotten up, there was an unnamed force holding us in our dreams because sometimes my dreams are even more heavenly than reality, and that’s hard to compete with.
“BOYS! Get up already! We have to check out in an hour!” she commanded the all-knowing mother (that I love).
Nick moaned and pulled a pillow over his ears. It was unlike Nick, something was probably troubling him, but we’d have plenty of time to talk since we have a four hour ride to the next concert. So I swung my feet out from the warmth and onto the chilled tile floor of the hotel floor. Something was wrong with me; I was totally out of it… I loved concerts; the three of us were always, always excited about concerts, but unfortunately today was going to be different.
I somehow made it to the sink in the claustrophobic bathroom that every hotel had to have. I brushed my teeth, watching the mirror religiously, so no tooth was missed. Kevin appeared next to me and patted my back, making sure I was fully aware of what I was doing.
“Good morning,” he said with a sarcastic smile.
I attempted to say good morning back, but it sounded like I was using a bad British accent mixed with food in my mouth. All the effort I was putting out made some of my frothy saliva fly towards Kevin. I turned around and spit in the sink, then turned back, Kevin still there with a disgusted look on his face. He had toothpaste near the corner of his right eye. I carefully wiped it away and apologized, “Sorry brother.” I also gave him a hug; I was trying to make the day seem better, brighter, and happier. He just rolled his eyes and let me pass.
I reentered the room I had slept in to find Nick still sleeping in a large chair by the closed curtains. He had fallen back asleep, though I wouldn’t blame him. He couldn’t sleep last night and decided to watch the stars as he thought.
“Nick… c’mon Nick, wake up,” I said gently as I walked over to him. 
He looked extremely tired, and uncomfortable. He stretched, and then yawned; I turned around and began picking out the outfit I was going to wear for the day. I began rummaging through the suitcase that we brought in and chose something simple… it was going to be one of those days.
“I had a dream,” Nick said happily with the tired sound in his voice.
“Oh really?” I asked, suddenly interested in what he had to say.
“Yeah, she was in it.”
She was in it. No wonder the poor boy wanted to sleep the day away. The girl in Nick’s dreams, she was always up to something: always smiling, always laughing or talking, and from the sounds of it, really romantic with that creative twist. He talked about her often, all of us talked about the girls in our dreams. The seemed so realistic, so life-like because they were in almost every dream we had lately. The same girls… it has to mean something, doesn’t it?
“Dude… seriously?! I have to hear all about it, and did I tell you that I had a dream too!” I excitedly said jumping up and down like an overly excited fan girl.
“Yeah… tell me about it later,” Nick said waving a hand that meant to go away.
I left Nick alone, and began to repack some things. I then realized that I was in an odd and unpredictable mood today, and that wasn’t good. Because, although it may not sound like it, but I was really unhappy. I wanted to sleep… I wanted to dream, that was the best part of any day.
* * *
We checked out of the hotel and boarded the gigantic, yet inconspicuous Jonas Brothers tour bus. Nick, Kevin, and I took our usual places in the back where there was a lounge area. Frankie wanted to sit with us, but we finally convinced him otherwise because he didn’t need to hear about our dreams. But we did not talk about them at first, instead Nick slept for the first hour and Kevin listened to music… and eventually fell asleep.
Not me though, I stayed awake and thought of my dream girl. The first time she was in a dream was sometime in November not too far back. I had met her in that dream; she was oddly familiar, like I had seen her someplace before…
 
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New Post 5/13/2008 4:34 PM
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Chapter Two : : Peace Greetings

 

I remember that dream as though I were still in it. I’m kinda crazy obsessed with this girl. And oh, what indescribable features she has; I notice something new about her in each dream. Like the way her deep brown highlighted hair moves when she walks. Or how her breathtaking brown eyes glisten in the twilight of the evening. She’s exceptionally extraordinary, with flawless features, and I’m searching for her, desperately.

My first encounter with the mysterious girl was of course in my dreams (she visits often). I stood beside  her, dazzled by her very presence. Nick was explaining a project that we were apparently working on… actually more like discussing some subject, but I really could care less about what he was saying. I distinctly remember thinking about what I would say to her next. This teenage girl had me tongue-tied within our first formal meeting… it was remarkable. She began to speak, taking control of our meeting, and although I can’t remember the words, I remember how they made my insides melt.  She looked toward me, and without hesitation to the dazed look on my face, she began listing off instructions that I needed to follow.
She finally noticed that I had not been paying attention at all to the words she was speaking, so she called my name trying to get my attention. ”Joe Jonas” she distinctly hissed at me. I then took a step forward, standing tall above her, and replied back in a somewhat surprisingly seductive whisper, ”Kaitlyn Renee”.
She was at a loss for words, and we stood in that unfamiliar place motionless, caught in each others gaze. A girl with golden curls called us, and I regretfully looked toward her with an inquiring look. When I turned back to Kaitlyn, she was gone… not wanting anything to do with me again… or so it seemed.
The dream ended there, and I knew two things: one was that Kaitlyn was more than an acquaintance in the dream, and two, I was supposed to be in love with this girl. I know it might not have seemed like that to anyone else, but that’s because they couldn’t feel the feelings that I felt. Nor could they understand the indescribable and complicated emotions that I was experiencing. It was only our first meeting… at least I think it was. Anyways, I will never forget the way I looked at Kaitlyn… and the way she looked at me was like… wow.
Of course this is all part of a dream, the first one if you couldn’t remember, and I thought nothing of this dream until I had another. Even when the second one came along, I thought it was all a mere coincidence that Kaitlyn Renee had been in both dreams.
The second dream wasn’t anything big or interesting… in that one the two of us were inside a small coffee shop drinking coffee. We were talking, and holding hands I think at one point…. it was awhile ago, so that would explain the vague-ness of the dream.
Once I had the third dream in a row with this same beautiful girl, I finally said something to my curious brothers. It interested them as much as it did me, and Nick also mentioned something about a couple dreams he had been having too. We were both apparently having dreams about these supposedly unrealistic girls, but they seemed like so much more than that. They are real, and they are out there somewhere unaware that two members of the hottest band are having dreams about them.
“So Joe… Do ya wanna tell me about your dream? Or do I get to go first?” Nick asked pulling me out of my trance.
It took me a minute to gather all my scattered and distant thoughts. I hated it when they stopped me from my day dreaming.
“Is he even awake?” Kevin asked. Sometimes I tend to daydream with my eyes shut (but not that often).
“Yeah… I was thinking,” I said, my eyes still shut.
“So I guess I’ll go first,” Nick proceeded.
“Today’s going to be awful,” I wined, ignoring Nick’s earlier comment.
“So, we were at some place for a concert, and—“ Nick was cut off by me and my lack of self-control.
“They’re here Nick, we’re going to be so close to them, but we can’t do anything about it.” I angrily vented.
“What do you mean?” Kevin asked calmly
“I don’t know… but what if our girls are here at this concert tonight? We won’t be able to do anything without causing confusion or chaos,” I explained.
“How do you know they’ve not already been to a concert… or even if they like us?” Kevin yet again quizzed.
“Dude, who doesn’t like us?!” Nick sarcastically added, which broke the tension that had accumulated.
“I’ve just got this feeling…” I chuckled.
“Okay, is it my turn now?” Nick asked, annoyed.
Kevin and I both gave him permission to begin the story-telling…. in this case, dream-telling.
“As I was saying… We were at some concert hall, and we were on stage talking about some weird occasion that seemed really important and special to Miranda (this was Nick’s girl… she had naturally curly blonde hair, and loved to talk and laugh to no end… or so he describes) and there was another girl there with her waiting to be announced on stage.”
“Oh! What did she look like?!” I interrupted.
“Ahhh… Well she had brown hair-“
“How tall was she?” I was beginning to get excited as usual, he told us before of a girl with brown hair, but could never recall anything else. I mean what if this is Kaitlyn in Nick’s dream… that is a sign, and nobody would convince me otherwise.
“She was pretty tall, possibly taller than I was,” he confessed. My heart skipped a beat, I don’t know why my dreams had this much of an effect on me… it was crazy.
“What were her eyes like?”
“I don’t know, Joe. I wasn’t really paying attention, and it wasn’t that detailed,” Nick said disappointing me. The dreams I had were always very clear, I just assumed that his were too.
“Oh… right… continue,” I advised him as I tried to act as though I wasn’t disappointed.
“So we announced them to the stage and they took the mics. Then they totally got the crowd going. It was really cool,” he added with a laugh. “Then we began performing, and the two of them were still on stage…. This is the crazy part; they started dancing to the music, to one of our songs. We were laughing and having so much fun. And we were even doing some of the dance moves too, and so was the crowd! Miranda and her friend were totally amazing. Then after that we were backstage, and I remember putting my arm around her waist and congratulating her on the amazing performance.”
“Wow, that’s pretty wicked,” Kevin said smiling. I, however, remained unmoved by the dream… though I have to admit that it sounded pretty cool.
My brothers took notice to this, and one of them asked, “Hey, dude, what’s wrong?” asked Kevin.
“I don’t know! I just don’t want to do anything today… please don’t make me!” I begged.
“We’ve got a concert tonight, and have we ever cancelled a concert? … No.” reminded Kevin.
“Kevin, Nick… this girl is going to be at this very concert tonight… I can feel it. If I see her, I’m gone. I’m not going to let her slip by… I don’t care what anyone says.”
There was a long silence as they thought through thoughts, so they wouldn’t ignite the barrel of gun powder that symbolized my emotions. “Be rational,” Kevin sighed, “and don’t scare her to death… that would create some complications...”
Ha ha, yes! Kevin was on my side, and certainly Nick would follow. I was jumping around on the inside, but I had no energy to replicate the actions to the outside for all to see. Instead all I showed my brothers was a smile, and that was all. There was peaceful silence that followed the end of that conversation, but to my despise, it didn’t last long.
“So Joe, we never did hear anything about that dream of yours,” Kevin enthusiastically stated. “Wanna tell us about it?”
I sighed deeply, “Well… I don’t really remember it. All there really was was this stupid peace sign, and that’s all.” I normally wasn’t like this… I love peace signs – they’re pretty wicked. My brothers took notice.
“Chill Joe, don’t need to take your anger out on us,” Kevin barked.
I stayed silent for pretty much the rest of the time. I wanted to sleep, no: I wanted to dream. Listening to music wasn’t helping much, but luckily the ride wasn’t too horribly long. Four hours could go by quickly when you were laughing, having fun, and in the mood to do those kind of things. I was not in that mood; everything was so long; taking forever. Though looking at my cell phone clock every ten minutes didn’t help.  I would normally say we were at the stadium in no time, but that would be lying because the trip seemed to take forever. Mom came into our bus hangout and began giving us instructions.
“All right boys… We’ve got a sound check party in an hour. You have to sign a guitar for some fans, and then take pictures with them. And if you’re up for it after that you can go sign things for all the girls who are probably already lining up outside those doors. Then you’re free until eight o’clock when you go on,” Mom cheerily instructed.
Nick, Kevin, nor I even acknowledged our poor mother.
“Boys… is something up?”
“Mom… my dream girl is going to be here. I’m not going to get to meet her though, wouldn’t that make you unhappy?” I said. Denise as some call her, was very close to me… I told her about most of my dreams. She understood everything that was going on, and had advice on it all. She would sometimes even make suggestions on what I should dream about next. I love my mom, and I’m sure once I find Kaitlyn Renee, she will be so welcoming and wonderful; the perfect mother-in-law for my fantasy bride.
“Joey,” she said holding her arms out for a hug, which I gave her along with a kiss on the cheek. She took a seat next to me to begin the council session. “You can’t let her get in the way of living your life… at least not at this point. Once you meet her, that’s a different story, but for now, honey, just stick to the now. Don’t let dreams rule over reality… then you wouldn’t live.” She combed my hair with her fingers. “You’ll know the girl when you see her, and if it’s meant to be… it’s meant to be.”
Doesn’t she have powerful words? I began thinking about what she had said and Mom was right. Duh, of course, she was always right. Nick watched me as my mind turned itself inside out for more memories of dreams. I was beginning to remember one but Dad called.
“Kevin, Nick, Joe?! Is your mother back there?” he questioned. All of us exchanged glances among each other.
“Be there in a sec honey!” She called back. Then she turned back to our trio, “C’mon boys, lets get you ready for the concert.”  Mom left, and the three of us followed her to the stadium and backstage. We were forced into makeup and into and then we had our hair done. All this for a concert where everything won’t really matter at some point, and then the sound check party began.
Honestly, sometimes people annoy me… the girls. They get so annoying because all those teenage girls do is scream, and you can’t hear the music. I expected that at a concert, but not at a sound check party that a whole fifty people attend. Isn’t the whole point of going to a concert is for the music? Sure you can clap and holler when the song ends, but is it really relevant during the songs? I don’t understand that whole concept, and I know that Kaitlyn comes for the music; the lyrics. Not the faces, she won’t come to our concert just for us, but for our music. I wanted to go sleep when the sound check ended, but it was forbidden. Kevin, Nick, and I had to take pictures with all the people who attended the party.<br>I was in no mood to have my photo taken… and most of the pictures showed that. I looked awful; I looked tired and uninterested; distracted. And I was, but when there were small children, they made me perk up, for I love kids. Hell, I still act like one!
“Joseph,” Mom said as the painful process of taking pictures was over, “Honey, what’s wrong? Your attitude is really getting everyone down.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Joe… I’m your mother. Haven’t you figured out that I’m a mind reader yet?” She said trying to make me laugh ( I think I know where I got my sense of humor from ), and I’ll admit that I did chuckle. <p>
“Mom… I’m trying, I’ll try harder… It’s just that—“
“I know Joe, you boys and you girls. Nick is doing the same thing, but he might be handling it a bit more maturely…”
I smiled, “And when have you ever known me to be mature?” She laughed merrily and slung her arm around my shoulder, and walked me backstage.
A few other bands were there: Raised by Radio and Rooney to be exact, they were touring with us, the Jonas Brothers. They were both pretty awesome; I liked their style… it was different. So we hung out with them and of course Frankie while we waited for the clock to strike seven to begin. Raised by Radio went on first, and then Rooney was next. I was so out of it, I mean, I was usually pumped to be doing what I love for amazing fans. As I said, I’ve been really distracted…
“Joe, we have to start getting ready to go on,” Kevin said hold out a hand to help me up off the couch we had been lounging on. He helped me up.
“She’s out there… I’m doing this for her,” I said as I balanced myself on my uncooperative feet, almost falling backwards. Kevin caught me.
“Dude, ya alright?” he asked supporting me. I didn’t answer, just sighed. “Drink some water. Like I said earlier, we don’t cancel shows… besides Kaitlyn’s watching.”
He was giving me motivation. I became excited just by the very name any more, how pathetic. I sighed and took the bottle of ice water someone brought me.  Our producer/manager came to bother us… ugh, he was from the record company and not very friendly.
“Hey guys, do great out there! I got something for you boys here… motivation perhaps?” he said holding up a white envelope. I stepped forward, my mind automatically assuming that it would by some miracle be from Kaitlyn, but I dismissed that thought quickly.
“Who’s it from, Greg?” I asked.
His lips curved into an evil smile, “A fan… some crazy one…” he looked down at the envelope and read what was written, “Ha. ‘We can change the world to anything we want ~ Inseparable’. How cute, this girl actually thinks she can make a difference.”
I scowled and reached for the letter, but Greg took it and put it in his expensive leather jacket pocket. We glared at each other, he had the advantage though; the letter.
“Give him the letter Greg,” Kevin said rolling his eyes at our obnoxious behavior.
“No. Only if I get a spectacular performance from you,” he said looking at me. “You haven’t been very enthusiastic today… and we can’t have that. You need to put on a happy face to keep the fans happy, and the money rolling in.” He stormed off, probably to go hit on some high school senior because that’s just the kind of person he was.
“The money… that’s all it’s ever about anymore!” I said raising my voice.
“Don’t listen to him, just focus on the concert,” Kevin advised while massaging my shoulders. I obeyed, and thought of nothing else but this concert. Yeah, that lasted about a whole two seconds; my mind quickly referred back to Greg and the letter.
Kevin pushed me toward a door, and stage crew got me ready for our big entrance. Then I forgot all about Kaitlyn, forgot all about the letters, and focused on the task at hand. I was doing what I loved; we were doing it, together. The curtain was released from the clasps it was being held in, and began to fall. Girls were going crazy.  It was then our turn to make the actual entrance, we did so gracefully, and there were no slips or trips. The arena was glowing with the flash from cameras and the blinding bright lights, but I could still see all the way to the top of the stadium… most of it anyway. The music began and I was in my own little world.
Everything was going fine; I was paying attention to all the fans, giving them a show. I was still scanning the audience, every level, and I had gotten through the entire right side that I could see and she wasn’t there. I lost hope, but something caught my attention. I couldn’t make out what it was at first; my job required me to pay attention to what I was saying and where I was going. It was a sign that a girl, possibly two had made. It wasn’t a sign that anyone had ever brought to any of our concerts. On it was this gigantic, bright and bold peace sign.
 
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Chapter Three : : The Letter

 
I almost forgot the words I was meant to be singing, but thankfully I remembered how to move my lips. That sign… it had a peace sign on it. One I automatically knew was from my dream last night. Ironically we were singing Australia the fourth song on the playlist. I kept glancing up to that one spot, it was near stairs, I could easily spot the peace sign since all the stairs had lighting on them. I knew it was Kaitlyn; I just got this feeling that it was, so I pretended that I was singing this song to her.
“She is so beautiful. She’s my dream girl. La la la, la la la, She’s my dream girl… dream girl,” we sang. I was singing it to those girls, to Kaitlyn.
The song ended, and I discreetly mouthed words to Nick, ’look over there’, and tilted my head in the direction of the peace sign. He searched the stadium, and I could tell when he found them. He squinted, trying to make everything more clear, but I don’t think he had much luck. We met up on the top level of our stage and sat on its edge. Hello Beautiful was our next song. I was tempted to fix my eyes to that one section of the stadium, but I knew people would question if my eyes focused there for more than ten seconds. So I watched the girls for the first part of the song; they were standing and swaying to the mellow guitar chords that Kevin was strumming along with Nick. The singing began, and I saw Nick glance up there over and over again. He was trying to do the same as me; look for the details of the girls.
The lights were bright, and it was hard to see, but I still glanced up there… more than I probably should have, but I really wanted the girls with the peace sign to know that I saw them. The concert continued and everything went smoothly from there.
Another song that had lyrics fitting the feelings I had along with my assumptions was Underdog. I do remember quite well that I kept my eyes glued to the peace sign. It’s just those lyrics: ”Everyone sees her, but nobody knows her. She screams in her pillow for a better tomorrow. She hates it, but she takes it. Watch out for that girl…one day she may changer the world”. I was putting all my heart and soul into that song just for her, for Kaitlyn. She was listening, whether she had the peace sign or not… I knew she was most certainly listening.
Finally when the last words of our last song were sung, I was so tempted to jump into the crowd and chase after those girls. But knowing most of our fan… I probably would have had a hundred girls on top of me in ten seconds, not to mention those security guards. Not to mention that the possibility of that actually being the girl in my dreams was incredibly slim.
I resisted the temptation and followed my brothers back stage. Everyone congratulated us on our outstanding performance…except the walking sunshine, Greg.
“I’ve seen better, way better performances out of you,” he said taunting me with the letter.
“I did my best… it’s been really hectic lately, and I’m extremely tired. I think that was as good as a performance I could give,” I said controlling my anger.
“I don’t know if that deserves a well written piece of fan mail.”
“You read our letter!?” I questioned loudly.
“I was just making sure it was safe… do you recall that anthrax scare? We wouldn’t want that happening to our little pop star would we?”
The blasted man was testing my temper and patience, and since both were running low today, it wasn’t a good idea. “Do you honestly think people, our fans, are like that today in society?!”
“No, no, no… I was just playing around Joe. But look, I’ll let you know who sent the letter, does that work for you?”
“No, let me read it!” I demanded. He surprisingly threw the letter at me and stalked off.
I was alone, for the most part, and for some reason my hands were shaking; it could’ve been dehydration for all I know. I turned the letter over in my hands, reading the words that had been written around the envelops border. This fan desperately wanted this letter to reach our hands, and thankfully it had.
We can change the world to anything we want ~~ Inseparable,” I said reading aloud. Those words were written across the top of the envelope. There was more, “Our seats are in section 104, Row E, Seats 1 & 2,” I read, making a mental note of it. I needed a layout of the place, but I’d deal with that later.
“So are you gonna read it?” Nick asked, startling me.
“Umm… yeah,” I said in a ‘that-was-such-an-stupid-question’ tone. “What did you expect me to do with it?” Nick just shrugged, and I opened the sealed letter carefully. Instead of reading through the letter and keeping it’s author a mystery, I skipped right to the last sentence of the letter.
”This will happen with or without you boys, but hopefully with.
Sincerely,
Kaitlyn Renee”
I was surprised, shocked, stunned, amazed, breathless, and joyful all at the same time. It felt like my heart stopped when my eyes came across that name, neatly signed at the end of the letter. In fact, Nick had to slap my shoulder to remind me to breath. She was real! Kaitlyn Renee was an actual person! I couldn’t grasp the concept because it seemed like a dream on its own. The expression on my face must have been odd; I’d imagine my eyes popped out, and my mouth wide open which is why Nick was a bit concerned.
“Dude… are you okay?” he questioned.
All I did was inhale; I couldn’t think of anything else to do. It was so amazing; my dreams were beginning to merge with my reality. This is impossible, unthinkable, illogical… but it all seemed to be right, like it was meant to happen.
“Joe?!” Nick annoyed. I responded to this comment, but not with words. I just pointed to the name signed on the piece of highlighter yellow paper. Once he read the name, he couldn’t believe it either.
I wanted to read more; I wanted to know what it was about. I mean… what’s going to happen with or without us? I turned the letter over quickly, and tried to skim through the body of the formal letter. Operation Harmony was one thing I picked up from the letter before it was whisked away by Greg. God what is his problem? He’s ruining everything… all of my dreams.
“I’ll be taking that, thank you,” he said easily sliding the letter out of my fingers.
“Hey! Give that back!” I demanded heroically.
“Sorry… I can’t, I’ll put it in with the rest of your fan mail because you guys have got to get going to the next concert location.”
“What?! No! I wasn’t done reading that!” I whined taking an aggressive step forward trying to seize the letter.
The frickin no good bastard sneered at me, and held the letter out of reach. It was the classic bully scenario where there’s a defenseless kid who’s being picked on, and the bully is holding something of value over the poor kids head, mocking him. No wonder people complain about high school.
“Denise,” he called. I heard her footsteps around the corner, and I glared angrily at Greg. What a jerk, he was cheating in our mock duel. I had lost he had won, he would always win; I hated him with a passion. Hate is a strong word though, and I hate people who hate things… and I don’t want to be hypocritical, so I despise Greg tremendously (if you could follow all of that).
“What do ya want Greg?” Mom asked placing her hands on her slender hips.
“The boys are looking a bit tired… I think they need to be escorted onto the tour bus,” he politely requested. Then I remembered that I wasn’t the only Jonas Brother standing here; Nick was standing off to the side, a bystander watching the battle that was over and conquered by unfortunately the opposing side. I grew angry with him for not helping me out, but quickly forgave him because there really wasn’t a reason to be mad at him.
“Alright boys, c’mon, let’s get to the bus,” she said wrapping an arm around my broad shoulder and turning me around. I looked over my shoulder, and saw Greg smirking; then, just to make my furious, he crumpled up Kaitlyn’s letter, and threw it in a nearby trashcan, chuckling as he briskly left the scene. Now there was no chance of reading that letter, not a chance for discovering the details and adventure that had been intended for our eyes to read.
“You boys put on a great concert for all those fans,” Mom said trying to cheer me up. Nick was following in our footsteps thinking, I assumed.
“Thanks. They were a great crowd,” I replied plainly. She saw I was troubled, a maternal instinct of hers that intimidates me because it’s so accurate most of the time, but didn’t say a word. All she did was guide me to the tour bus. “I’m gonna go back in and make sure everything’s getting loaded, and nothing’s left behind, okay?” she said giving Nick and I some time to discuss; to talk.
“Hey guys, what’s with the faces?” Kevin asked lounging on a leather couch.
I shot a look at him, “The letter… that *CENSORED* letter,” I said. I didn’t give a chance for him to reply; I walked to the back of the bus and flung myself down onto a couch. Kevin and Nick followed.
“My God Joe, you’re so emotional,” Kevin mused while rolling his eyes. I didn’t move, I just sat there and pouted. Kevin rolled his eyes some more, and Nick took a seat. “Joe, what’s wrong? I thought you were done stressing about your dreams.”
“Kevin… they’re not just dreams… they’re so, so much more than that,” I explained.
“Right… But what’s with the face; you look like you just got the best toy in the store, but had to return it because it’s got poisonous paint painted on it.” Joked Kevin.
“The letter,” I replied again, a little annoyed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The letter,” Nick repeated.
“The letter that Greg had before the show? … That letter?”
“Yes!” I said raising my voice.
“Oh, okay… well, what about the letter? He gave it to you right?” Kevin was so clueless, but he would catch on eventually.
“He let me have it-“
“Okay… then what’s the problem?” he asked cutting me off.
“Well, he took it back,” I finished.
Kevin thought for a moment, confused. “Why did he take it back?”
“So he could “put it” with “the rest” of the fan mail,” I informed adding air quotes to emphasize things.
“Were the air quotes really necessary?” He wondered while folding his arms.
I sat upright, getting a little frustrated with all the questions he was asking me, and replied to yet another of his questions. “Yeah… they were, and ya know why?! Because he didn’t keep the letter. He crumpled it up in to a ball and chucked it into the trash.”
“What a jerk…” he said finally understanding my aggravation. “What did it say?”
I was waiting for him to ask that question, and I was thinking of how I was going to answer it because I didn’t exactly have a clue of what that letter was about. I just knew who it was from, and it had something to do with Operation Harmony… whatever the hell that meant. But I did know that she wanted us for something… something that is going to happen whether or not we were there to help. And I want so badly to help, to know her, but all chances of that are now gone because of stupid Greg.
“I didn’t read it… just the name…” I sighed.
“Oh… who was it from?” he asked. I looked at Nick, and I was sure that if Kevin thought I was lying, he would back me up.
“You’re never going to believe this… but… it was from a girl…” I paused dragging out the suspense. “A girl… who’s name was…” I took a deep breath and let it out and then continued. I guess I thought I was dreaming; it seemed like one of my dreams, and what if it was? That would mean that none of it was real: no Kaitlyn, no peace sign, no letter.
“JOE! What was her name?!” Kevin impatiently pried.
Kaitlyn Renee,” I whispered.
 
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