A/N; This story is one I just was brain storming for a while. It's not going to be all that long, at least I don't think it will be. But I hope it is a good story. and I'd like to thank Dr. ET for the idea of it, and I had received more, but I'm not exactly sure from where. So this is me, with spare time. Let's bring it to a...slow...windy winter's night, on a highway, empty of many cars. and in a pickup there was a man in his late twenties, and his son...

The day was nothing but the worst for Bradly. He was stressed far beyond the repair his father offered him. There were only a few things on his mind, the things that always bugged him...was that he never accomplished ANY of his goals. Brad was only 9 years of age, blond clean cut hair, brown eyes, and a sad frown outlined his mouth. He never felt so glum.

His father's words echoed in his head; "You can't win em all, son. I'm sorry. But if you let this one go, your future will be better off...trust me..."

Those words never seemed to go away, Bradly just wanted to be left alone in his room that night, only weeping over the situation that took place, just hours before.

It's not easy to be rejected, and not for something like this. It was Brad's dream to become an actor one way or another, and he was here in Fornando Las Angeles, just awaiting the confirmation of his dream. But it never came...and it was odd that it hadn't.

Earlier that day he was actually in an audition for a voiced character for another Disney film. He tried out for a main lead, and wanted the part so bad, he asked the man who was auditioning over and over if he can try again. So reluctantly the man let him, but knew that he wasn't right for the part. He needed more emotion in his voice...something that was lacking and needed an adjustment. But when Brad found that out, he took off the earphones and threw them angrily to the ground. And of course...that wasn't good.

The rest of the day went berserk, making Brad more upset, about having to fix the headphones. His dad wasn't please by his boy's attitude. When his mother heard the news she sent him to his room, just where he wonted to be, ironically.

At this time though, he felt alone, unaccomplished, and almost not so angry. He was now just confused. It was clear he was upset, and blamed himself for his parents having to pay for an expensive item such as the earphones. But there was more...he just couldn't think. He had never planned on actually losing this entire opportunity. It didn't occur to him that he would, because he was sure he would get it. He never thought as far as to what he would do if he never did get the part.

All his life ever since he heard about the possible career, he wanted to be a voice actor for Hollywood, his dream palace ruled by Walt Disney, Columbia Pictures, Pixar, and more! But he was never able to succeed. Of course...the reasons didn't make seance to a nine year old like him.

He never wanted to give up. But it felt so much easier today than ever before.

"Wyatt." Brad said into the phone, calling a boy in his class. Wyatt was a stud-muffin in that fourth grade, and at the time, Bradly was wanting his advice on things. He just couldn't turn anywhere else.

"Hey Brad." The other end picked up. "What's up?"

"I don't know." He than rolled his eyes at himself. Of course he knew. Could he not just tell this guy about it?

"Ha ha," Wyatt laughed. "Well, if you don't know, than let's just talk."

Brad felt embarrassed. "Sorry, I just sort of had a bad day, kind of..."

There was a pause. "What? So was it really sort of a kind of good day too?"

Brad sighed. "Okay. Have you ever had your dream crushed by someone who would just take it all and throw it away like some old piece of garbage?"

Wyatt laughed. "Nope."

"Oh."

There was a pause. Brad felt defeated. As if his one and only chance

"Why?" He asked.

"Oh...nothing really." Brad said. "See ya."

"Okay, you too. See ya."

The line clicked.

A place Brad felt calm was outside, although he was shivering from the cold. But the sight he beheld above was only so rewarding, he wanted to lay on the white ground.

After minutes of pondering, Brad saw many beautiful clusters of stars, distant galaxies, and in his imagination, borialises. The sight was so relaxing to him, so much so, he began to lose slight consciousness, his eyes began to droop, and he drifted slowly...slowly...wishing in his mind for an answer to his problems, a solution to his life, that could possibly be changed. A possible speck of hope, glimpse of being happy again. But as he opened his eyes, he saw once again the plain sky.

He scolded himself, let down by the entire past few minutes of hoping, but looking into the sky again he notices something different. There were clouds slowly forming. Wispy, and feathery shapes began to slowly glide through the darkened sky. Brad sighed, knowing a storm was coming, but he continued to stare at the beauty that still remained...which wasn't much.

Brad didn't see much of a reason to remain outside. After a few minutes, he had a mental urge to relieve himself from the frigid outside. But before he could will himself to stand, his eyes began to close.

There were thoughts racing in his head, as he lay there in the snow. Many sights appeared, some from his past, and others just pictures of things he hadn't recalled before. Unorthodox images flashed through his mind. Suddenly he found himself skateboarding on a sidewalk. Every move of his muscles, and every turn of his head, he could feel it in his body, as if it were his own. His thoughts were so accurate, they felt alive, as if he was living it all at that very moment.

The skateboard got faster under his feet, and he began to wobble unsteadily. He waved his arms side to side, trying to keep his balance on the board. He arrived at a hill and picked up speed as he came down. He gained momentum, and couldn't bring himself to control the board, or muster the courage to leap off. It got faster, his feet felt glued to the board. All at once a loud rumbled came behind him, and he turned to see a large vehicle on his heels. Right then, he felt an agonizing clash between himself and the truck. He fell off the board, and was sucked under the truck. The impact frightened him out of his dream, and he awoke with a scream.

The yard hadn't changed. But the sky was now covered completely in gray from the oncoming storm. There was a fierce wind blowing with the strength of a tidal wave, all throughout the yard. Brad's heart pounded.

He got to his feet, and like a drunk man, raced toward the door, hearing earsplitting thunder behind him. Odd enough that it would be raining at this time of year, but now didn't seem a time to worry about such a had to get indoors fast.

He yanked on the doorknob to the home.

Locked.

He hung his head in grief, and instantly ran to the other side of the wall, circling the corner where the barbecue grill was. He searched frantically for the spare key. He lifted the hood of the grill, and under the hinge, was a shimmer of silver. He grasped it in his hand, and nodded in contempt, shutting the hood, and running to the back door.

The wind caught him off guard. He found himself walking what may have been a steep uphill battle, against the wind. It had increased dangerously in power, and flung him backward, staggering, trying to regain his posture. He regained his footing quickly, and once again he fought against the mighty force and cold. He succeeded into getting closer, but again, he was taken backward like a blow to the stomach, and fell into the snow.

The wind stung his skin like being dunked in ice water. The snow under him had numbed his legs...and the wind had gotten everything else. He couldn't feel his cheeks, led alone the rest of his sensitive body. He collapsed to the ground, defeated again. Wondering with his naive mind what was happening. He had realized that sometime while fighting the wind he had dropped the key. Which at the time now seemed like a small deal to be concerned about.

He looked helplessly into the sky, feeling the icy wind rush passed his face. His eyes began to close, when one of the loudest rumbled and vibrated through him. His terror of all that went on was just enough to keep him awake. He was determined to get into the house.

He stood up, not feeling a thing in his small body, but enduring the numbness, he crept to the door, fighting all odds with it. He walked through the wind, the thunder, and the cold to reach the back door. Once he had, his accomplishment forced him to collapse.

Around him, the wind calmed, and he could finally, see something on the ground sparkle in the moonlight. He picked up the key. What a bunch of pain this thing has just caused. He placed it in the handle and turned it.

The loudest roar of thunder sounded, as a bolt of blue electricity shot from the sky. Brad screamed in that split second of horror, and fell to the ground at the impact it seemed to cause. His heart pounded, but then the show was over, and the wind seemed to have stopped...everything stopped.

Brad barely had a hint of what just happened. He was breathing rapidly. It took him a moment to recall that an actual lightning bolt had struck the ground in his back yard. With that, he didn't move...the storm seemed to have calmed ever since that earsplitting sound had interrupted the storm. He stood up, shaking like a leaf, but got to his feet.

Suddenly he made out something. Over where the lighting had struck, he saw a figure on the ground. Only 20 yards away, he could tell that something lay lifeless on the ground. He gasped and ran over to the spot he saw it.

There was a sizzling in that spot, but more questioningly, there was...a dog.

Brad gasped in horror, the lightning had struck a stray in his back yard! He ran his hand over the flank of this animal's beautiful white fur. He felt tears trickled down his face at the sight of this. Urgently he looked all over for a sign of life. How had he not seen this dog wonder into his yard? It was uncanny...completely filling Bradly with the ultimate guilt, feeling responsible for the death of such an innocent creature. The lightning seemed to have polished the dog of anything unclean. It was pure white, and it's tag was golden and looked polished.

Those things ran through his thoughts, reminding him of what has happened. These people must have loved their dog so, and just having him wonder into Brad's yard seemed like the most accidental death, but it shouldn't be like that. Again Brad sobbed in pity. He couldn't handle this, and he began to urgently shake the dog. He extended his arms on the creature's shoulder and urged the animal to wake up, begging him to. Nothing happened.

He gave up, and stopped shaking the dog. It wasn't working..

There was an empty unforgiving sorrow inside Brad. He didn't see this, and right before his eyes, he had witnessed a death...the death of a dog, in which his owners would be worried sick about.

Brad ran his hand over the dog's ears, rubbing them with the knowledge that there was nothing he could do. And then, he suddenly had a realization. He reached over at the dog's name tag. He read the words engraved on the gold. His eyes widened.

He was looking at the lifeless body... of a Hollywood star!