It was the day that every teenage girl from Dallas, Texas had been waiting for. After hours of searching ticket master for the perfect ticket no matter what the price, thousands of girls lined the seats of the usually less crowded Nokia Center, waiting breathlessly for the arrival of their favorite boys on the face of the planet. The familiar glare of thousands of lights flashed in front of the curtain, dazzling the sheets with a thousand dots. The screams of girls were earsplitting as always, making it nearly impossible for those back stage to do their mic and sound checks. However, the entire theatre reeked of nervous anticipation for all of the girls in the audience. Would this finally be the day that they'd begin their path towards becoming Mrs. Jonas? Although the odds were four in millions, each fan bore a t-shirt with the three boys with pride knowing in their hearts that they were truly meant for one of the Jonas Brothers. Ten minutes left, and the eagerness was only swelling.
Backstage, feelings were a bit different. The crew and band darted around, perfecting the alignment of instruments and props. Managers barked orders in every direction, and make up and costume directors fussed over every last freckle on those who would be performing's faces. Three equally brunette, hazel-eyed boys were finding themselves being fussed over the most. They were situated in recliners with rotating mirrors surrounding them. Makeup artists were covering every blemish, and tossing their tresses into the signature Jonas Brothers look that thousands of teenage girls had paid a few hundred dollars to see.
The weather had been awful the entire day. Mid July weather caused the typical brewing of violent storms, and there had been several warnings of tornadoes and hail had jeopardized the concert. Joe Jonas, who was seated in the middle chair, was rooting for the storms. He'd been tour for several months, and quite frankly was getting sick of it. The first few weeks of the tour had been nothing but sheer bliss, the tour bus had been sparkling and full of all of his favorite foods and the rush of the cheering of fans always energized him to sing his heart out. After a few months of shows and interviews and photo shoots day after day, the bus had acquired the scent of axe, old food, and other boy smells and the screams of the fans gave him a headache more then anything else. Joe knew for sure that his brothers didn't share his feelings of remorse for the whole situation. He was the lead singer of the platinum band the Jonas Brothers, and all he really wanted to do was be a normal kid again. He missed his old house and his old friends before he was famous. He longed for lazy days of just sitting around the house playing video games without having to worry about some interview with Teen Vogue. He even found himself wanting to go back to public school; ten pound books and equally heavy homework didn't even seem that bad.
Ten minutes to go. Sound checks and final touches were done, and Joe was left alone with his brothers and his thoughts in the green room, which was stocked with water and guitars. Nick was sitting in one corner, strumming along his guitar anxiously while Kevin took a seat in the chair in front of a small TV which was dealing out weather watches at the bottom of the screen in fiery red. Joe scanned the screen nonchalantly, surprised to find the entire radar map a deep purple representing areas of severe storms. One of the managers slipped into the room, tutting to the screen. Overhead, hail beat down on the room, pounding his ears.
Finally, after waiting in the dead silence that was routine a few moments before a show, the loudspeaker called out the final song from the preshow, and Joe could hear the shrill screams of girls from the sound-proof green room. Grabbing his guitar, he slipped backstage and attempted to paste a cheesy smile across his face and drowned himself in fake energy. Kevin, as always, was spinning around wildly with a grin across his face.
"Dallas loves us. This show will be a breeze!" Kevin said, noticing the glare that Joe wore across his face.
Nick danced about, weaving in and out of the curtains as he tried to tie his shoe. "Oh yeah, those girls loveeee us alright." he paused. "Remember when that one girl jumped onto the stage last year wearing a bikini?"
Kevin burst out into laughter, and Joe attempted a chuckle. "Yeah, and she was a double D!" The pre-show jitters made everything seem a lot funnier then usual, and Kevin and Nick were soon buckling over in hysterics while Joe looked on nonchalantly.
"Woah, Joey!" Kevin called. "What's the matter! You know that girl was hott."
Joe paused for a moment. "Dallas loves us. The whole world loves us. What else is there for us to accomplish? It's pointless now." Joe mumbled, and was reciprocated with two glares.
Kevin smacked Joe promptly in the back of his head. "Are you insane?" he smirked. "Think of all the girls out there that we've yet to meet? And all the free food, and parties and--" Joe cut him off. He really wasn't in the mood for another round of "being us rocks". He just wanted to finish the show and ask if he could take the week off.
Before he got a chance to retort, an unshaven manager approached and pushed them onto the stage. In all the fluster, not one of the trio had heard their names announced.
Joe took his place behind the opaque screen facing the audience, letting the shrill calls of his name fill his ears. Before, those sounds of all his fans were enough to get him pumped. Now, they were just annoying.
Nick's guitar strummed out the first note of "Kids of the Future" and Joe joined in, faking enthusiasm as the curtain dropped and the flash of thousands of cameras and signs blinded him.
THIS CHAPTER IS KIND OF BORING, I KNOW... BUT I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT TO GET IT STARTED. NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A LOT MORE INTERESTING, I SWEAR. HOPE YOU ENJOY!]]
