Who We Are
[Chapter One]
I looked in front of me and saw thousands of girls, screaming, cheering, for his name-Nick Jonas. I saw Big Rob, his security guard, going through the line saying no to every girl until he got to me.
"You," he said with a smile.
I held onto my friend, Raven Madison, nervous. "Me what?"
"Come with me," he started to walk off.
"Wait!"
He turned around, looking at me impatiently. "What?"
"Can my friends come along?" I pointed to Raven and her boyfriend, Alexander, who were straining to leave each other's lips alone.
"Sure, come on."
We followed him, somehow we ended up back stage. Nick came out of his dressing room. He was wearing a loose white shirt and skinny jeans that showed every curve of his body.
"Hi Nick," I said as if I saw him everyday and he was my best friend. Which we weren't, we were just meeting.
His eyes bulged out, as if he was shocked that I was acting so calm. "Ummm…Good, I guess."
I looked around backstage, "So why am I back here?"
"Are you not happy?"
"Of course I am, but why have Big Rob choose me out of a mob of girls to come backstage? I'm nothing special."
"Wow! Do you know how many girls would kill to be in front of me as you are now?"
I softly muttered, "Every girl I know besides Raven."
"I'm sorry, I didn't get that."
"I said, 'Every girl I know besides Raven.'"
He looked confused, "Who's Raven?"
Raven softly spoke, her head down. "Me."
He turned his head to her, finally letting his chocolate eyes on something other than me. "Did you say something?"
"Yeah, I said, 'Me.' Are you deaf?"
"No, it's just you speak so softly."
"I guess that's what you get when you grow up in Dullsville."
"Dulls-where?" He gave me a funny look. "I've never heard of it."
"I call it Dullsville because nothing every excited happens there."
"Oh," he said as if it was obvious.
"Answer my question."
"Okay, you three were upgraded to seats right in front of me."
"Cool," I said, acting as if I didn't care when I wished I was just hanging out with him everyday, but I knew it was just a one time thing, so I smiled. "Thank you."
"Can you show them their seats?"
Big Rob smiled, "Sure."
"But can I talk to alone first?"
"Sure," He said, suspiciously, and walked off with Nick.
He came back minutes later with a pen and notepad, "Can you please write your name and number on this?" He handed me the pen and notepad.
"Ummm…Sure, but why?"
"Nick would like to call to thank you."
"Okay," I wrote down my number, knowing there was more to the story, but not wanting to know.
A few moments later, we were sitting in our seats, me watching the couple happily make-out, which I didn't mind, but it made me sad. It made me sad only knowing I will NEVER have a shot at what I want so badly. A few hours later, Nick finally came out, with his band-The Administration.
He smiled and winked at me, "This next song is from our first album. It's called 'Rose Garden.' Sing along if you know the words."
He started strumming his guitar, the room became still, then he sang. "She was brought into this world, out of a beautiful her mom was just a girl, and her daddy didn't stay. She was working at age nine at the flower shop in town, working not just to survive cuz' life was throwing her around."
By the chorus I was singing in tune with him.
"In the rose garden, where the rain is falling and the thorns are sharpen. Rose garden. Yeah...Rose garden."
Nick smiled, eyes closed, as if he could feel me singing with him. "I will now introduce a friend of mine." He smiled and winked at me, urging me to come on stage.
I walked on stage, feeling the lights on me, remembering the crash that was unforgivable.
He smiled, "What's your name?" He handed me the mic that was in his hand.
"Alyson Torres," I handed it back to him.
"Someone please get Alyson a mic."
Suddenly, someone appeared with a mic, handing me it. I mouthed a "thanks" before they turned their back.
"What am I doing with a mic?"
"Will you sing with me?"
"Sure," I said, frozen in place. The next thing I knew, I fell to the floor, my eyes closed, and my brother was in front of me. My ten year-old brother who was dead was smiling at me, singing the last note of our duet, "Everyone" that I wrote. Then I heard a gun shot and my brother was laying beside me a bullet in his heart blood oozing out of his chest. I was by his side, crying, screaming for someone, anyone to call a doctor when I knew it was already too late.