Kevin Jonas finished yet another song about his love of freedom from a relationship. A freedom that his brothers did not understand anymore. The Jonas Brothers had all married; Kevin’s was the only one that ended. Kevin became a workaholic, spending all his time doing something for the band. “Hey Kev, just stopped by to invite you to another dinner.” Joe said walking into his brother’s apartment. “Kel really wants you to come.”
“You are one whipped man Joe.” Kevin replied to his brother and continued to fiddle with the white guitar in his hands. “So what if I am? I’m happy being whipped.” Joe said with a smile, “I really like being whipped.”
“What time it is at? I might be able to fit it into my schedule.” Kevin said getting back to the point. “Six, at our place.”
“Really? I thought it was at Buckingham Palace. Thanks for clarifying.”
“Stop being an ass Kevin. It doesn’t suit you well.” Joe said and left his brother alone yet again. Kevin looked back down at the song that he had just written and played the first few cords. “Dinner.” He said then got up from his spot on the couch and went to his room. He collapsed onto his bed and closed his eyes, letting a dreamless sleep take him over. He woke back up at four and got ready to go to his younger brother’s house. He showered, and got dresses in a pair of dark blue jeans and a black button down shirt and grabbed a blazer. He opened his apartment door and found a little girl just about to knock. “Hi.” She said in a tiny voice, scared of what might happen. “Are you Kevin Jonas?”
