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Nate's POV:

When asked to describe 18 year old Nate Grey, any fan would sum him up in one word: perfect. Why would they say anything different? He had it all: the looks, the talent, the band, the fame, the house, the car, the tour… EVERYTHING! Too bad that illusion wasn't true.

The truth was Nate Grey had given up everything, not gained it. He had given up his privacy to the paparazzi. He had given up his cozy home for the huge mansion that never seemed to give off the warmth of home. He had given up any freedom to his record label to manage as they pleased. But none of that mattered, not in the whole scheme of things anyway. What truly mattered was that he had given up his best friend, the only one who truly understood him, for the fake friends that only befriended him for his fame.

Nate was clearly reminded of this as he played at Connect 3's concert. He always had a blast performing with his brothers at the concerts, that is, until he had to perform thesong. Connect 3's label had loved how "Sorry" had instantly hit Number 1 within a few days of its release. Needless to say, the Grey brothers didn't share their enthusiasm. In their opinions: the less they played it, the better; only they knew that a Number 1 hit would be expected at their concerts.

In truth, the boys had no problem with the music (that flowed naturally for them). What really bothered them was the truth and pain behind the words, and they had to be reminded nightly how they had torn their best friends' hearts to pieces.

It was because of this that they dreaded playing "Sorry" every night. And though they argued constantly with the label about including it on their set list, they still found it halfway through every concert. Despite their constant prayers that time would stop and jump over that painful part of every concert, it still came. Halfway through every concert. Just like theyare now…


Nate snapped back to reality. At first he noticed two things: 1, there wasn't any music playing (the trigger for his 'return'); 2, his brothers were looking at him with a mix of sympathy and concern; and 3, they were looking at him that way because they were supposed to cue in the next song together. Fun! (Note the sarcasm).

At his brother's nod, Shane started them off.

"Hey! Who's having fun tonight?" Shane asked the crowd of about ten-thousand, plus. I thought he sounded a little too enthusiastic for our upcoming emotional ordeal, but still more cheerful than I felt.

At the deafening cheer from the crowd, Jason continued the introduction.

"That's great! We're gonna slow things down just a bit," he paused for their enthusiastic scream. He still had no idea why this song was such a big hit, but whatever. It was the audience's choice of what songs they'll love and which songs they won't.

"Alright! We wrote this song shortly after being signed a few months ago. At every concert we dedicate it to the same people," I continued, sounding way more upbeat than I actually felt.

"So this goes out to all of our friends and family that we left back home all those months ago. To the ones we left to be here now, we dedicate…" Shane paused for the dramatic effect, "…this is one of our number one hits, "Sorry"."

I internally sighed as I played the first few chords. On the outside, I looked happy to be given the amazing gift of sharing my music to the world; but on the inside, I was miserable.

Broken hearts and last goodbyes

Restless nights but lullabies

Helps make this pain go away

I realize I let you down

Told you that I'd be around

Building up the strength just to say

I'm sorry

For breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep.

It's all me

This time is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay.

But you're already on your way.

Filled with sorrow, filled with pain

Knowing that I am to blame

For leaving your heart out in the rain

And I know your gonna walk away

And leave me with the price to pay

But before you go I wanted to say

Yeah!

That I'm sorry

For breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep

It's all me

This time is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay.

But you're already on your way.

This song hurt so much because all of it was true. I had asked Mary-Catherine Santiago, my best friend (and now ex-girlfriend), to stay back, stay "normal," and to accept my pathetic apologies for abandoning her for the promise of fame. We had promised her we would never hurt her, yet when we left we did just that. I never made time to keep in contact with her and, though I never intended for it to happen, she and I had gone our separate ways. Mary had done the expected after being ignored: she ignored my requests to stay out of the spotlight, and was rising to fame in her own spotlight, and truly, I couldn't be more proud.

Only as I thought back on her now, I realized something that I know will pain me till the day I die; I love Mary. Not loved as in past tense, but love as in past, present, and future tense. I loved her then and I threw her away as if she was nothing for the false promises of fame. I never told her that when we dated and now I'd never have the chance. I only realized that mistake when I had judged it to be too late, and therefore I hadn't tried to re-contact her.

Inspired by this revelation, I threw all of my energy, all of my power, all of my raw emotion into the next verse.

Can't make it alive on my own

But if you have to go, then please girl

Just leave me alone.

Cause I don't want to see you and me going our separate ways.

I'm begging you to stay

If it isn't too late

I'm sorry

For breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep.

It's all me

This time is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay.

But you're already on your way.

But you're already on your way…

As Shane and I sang the last note my heart broke, and with my heart, my composure. I knew that I would always love my May-Cat, and Shane would love his Caity, but we would never be given a second chance to show them. I knew that she wouldn't be in the crowd. She'd be back home, in Texas, most likely in her room with Caitlyn. So I had no good definite reason for what I did next.

Only the first few rows and my brothers heard me, but by the next day the world will know how a teary-eyed Nate Grey had ended Connect 3's concert prematurely after performing the band's hit, "Sorry," by running off-stage after whispering "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but I did and I'm sorry. I can never truly show… how much pain our separation causes me every second…but I can say that I'm sorry, I love you…"


Oh! and the song is "Sorry" by the Jonas Brothers. Sorry, I forgot to put that in at first!

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