The Dreamer…
The arena was huge. New York City, Madison Square Garden. This is the place where many wrestlers dreamed to be and he wasn't taking it for granted. This was his dream since he was a kid, to be in the
WWE. Jeff Hardy was only twenty two years old and he was considered a fresh face to the business, only being there for six years. Him and his brother were the newest tag team, The Hardy Boyz. Jeff sat in the
middle of the ring. It was only 5:30 p.m., the show didn't start for another three hours and a half. He observed his surroundings. He saw empty seats for miles, but he knew by tonight there wouldn't be an empty
seat in the entire arena. He heard the ropes creak and he glanced back to see his friend Amy Dumas entering the ring. He smiled. Amy just signed with the WWE. She was a young fiery redhead, eager to get into
the ring. Jeff knew her for about two years now, they were good friends. Amy took a seat next to Jeff. "What's up Jeffro?" He grinned and replied, "Nothing much Ames. Just observing." Amy nodded her head and
sat with Jeff in silence. She didn't want to disturb his peace. Jeff was eccentric to say the least. His appearance showed it very well. Jeff was 6 foot 1 with multi-colored hair down past his shoulders, piercing green
eyes and a style all his own. The young Hardy was not afraid to be himself and some admired him for that, while others envied him.