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Ransom
The loud screams echoed in the dark venue, drowning out the pounding of the
drums. The crowd went wild, screaming and waving their glow sticks in the air
trying to capture one of the three teenager boys attention.
The three boys stood side by side at the end of the catwalk, just soaking it
all in. They stood, each with a microphone in one hand as they waited for the
crowd to calm down. Standing by eachother, anyone could clearly see that the three
boys were related.
"I am Kevin Jonas. Thank you for having us tonight!" The eldest brother
smiled out to the fans and waved his hands, bowing slightly.
"Thank you so much, my name is Nick Jonas, thank you." A curly haired
teen stepped forward this time, placing one hand on his guitar he strummed a
few cords before waving at the crowd.
Finally the middle brother stepped forward and brushed a strand of dark hair
from his face. "I am Joe Jonas." He paused, enjoying how the fan girls
screamed when he spoke. He licked his lips, a teasing smile on his face before
continuing. "And we are the Jonas Brothers!" he shouted into the
microphone.
Joe smirked and took in a deep breath; he loved the attention the crowd gave
him. Their cheers and screams and support were amazing. He smiled out to the
crowd, taking it all in. it was incredible that he got to come up on stage
every night with his brothers and do what he loved most.
He took a step back and joined his brothers, he smirked and winked at a girl
in the front row, she screamed and nearly fainted. Joe chuckled and waves at
the crowd one more time before him and his brothers launched into the ending
of their final song.
Finally the three brothers disappeared from the stage, leaving their fans
cheering and screaming behind them. Joe walked behind his brothers, a
smug smile planted on his face.
*
A young blond walked into a vaccant hospital room. It was a friday and all
of her friends were out partying but this seventeen year old was sitting on a
ripped up foldout chair planted right next to her vegetable of a mother.
The blond took the delicate bruised hand and starred at the woman before her.
She caressed her fragile wrist and watched for movement.
Nothing.
Then without another word she got up and headed out the door. Any sign of emotion was
nowhere to be found. "Emily." The blond looked ahead to see a nurse making her
way to the reception desk. "Hey Cheryl." The teen replyed looking down at her toes.
"Why are you here?" The nurse scooted into her chair.
"What do you think, I come here for fun. My mothers here." Anger written all over her face.
"Emily." Her voice fillled with symthey. She continued, "You should go."
Cheryl esscorted her out the door and Emily was on her Emily got home she found
several notes from family members stating that they wouldn't be home for a while.
As usual.