This is an idea that came to me a while ago, I think it's kind of cute and I work on it from time to time when I need a brake from my other stories (If you read Dancing on Water you know how intense it is, believe me, writing it is even more) and I thought it was time for you to read it..
I used the name of a very good friend of mine (only first name), but changed her appearance…


DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Jonas brothers, really don't… I don't even own my characters name! But I do own the plot and the song 'let me know' woot…

let's go on with the story of Arabell, Arie and the day in witch she stood out in the crowd…
Enjoy,

"PLEASE! Please go to the Jonas brothers concert with me!" my niece Macy begged. "Please Arie, pwease?"
"Macy, no, not the puppy-dog face." I whined, trying to hide my face behind my hands.

"Please Arabell! You gave me the ticket's for my birthday, the least I can do is take you to it!" Macy told me, showing me the ticket's I knew all too well again.
"Can't Stella go with you?" I said, realising I was only delaying my agree.
"She has to be backstage remember?" Macy smiled, knowing she was winning.
I nodded. "Right, stylist, but Macy…"

"Please! Please! Please!"

great, now she was pouting! Believe me, there isn't anything more convincing, something more adorable then Macy Misa pouting!

"Macy, I've got a job, I have to work that evening and…"
"you can take a night off, you never took a night off ever before, or you could come in after. The concert only ends a little bit later then your shift begins!"
I sighed and Macy beamed. "Okay, I'll go with you, but I won't enjoy it!" I threatened, but Macy wasn't listening anymore. Instead, she was dancing through the living room, yelling: "Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!"

Eventually even I couldn't hold my serious face and laughed at her.
"You're crazy, Macy Misa!" I said.
"You should be more crazy Arabell C. Misa!"

' '

And, that's how I came here. Standing in front of a HUGE stadium with lots, and I mean lots, of hyperly talking fans in front of it. I was leaning against some fountain opposite of it
Seriously, how can people scream like that and not run out of breath?
Right now, Macy for example, was yelling in my ear. "Isn't this exciting!?"
I slowly turned my head towards her. Said: "Not really, sorry." And turned my attention back to my notebook.
I knew that was hard, but Macy didn't mind, she knew all to well that I really disliked being in a crowd.

Suddenly, said crowd started screaming, because on the street that separated me and Macy from the crowd, drove a large bus with and even larger 'JONAS' logo painted on the sides.

"AAAH! It's them." Macy yelled, almost fainting.

"Macy, you see these guys everyday in your school. Why are you so excited?"

"Because it's them!"

I rolled my eyes and went back to my notebook and my unfinished song, not paying attention to the bus.

I didn't notice until later, we were suddenly closed in on all sides by fans surrounding the bus. I just tried to not run away and disappoint Macy, I was doing this for her, so I kept my attention fixed on my notepad.

' '

Hours later we were finally standing inside the stadium. Waiting for the show to begin. Luckily for Macy and unfortunately for me, I had gotten her beautiful places for her birthday. Not in the front crowd (thank god) but on a higher level, still close enough to see the show perfectly, but not close enough to gather some of their rock star-sweat. Though Macy probably would've minded that.

I really loved Macy to pieces, that was why I was here and I honestly don't dislike people, normally I'm very social, but this crowd made me very, very nervous.

At least up here, we had a little bodily space. The fans down below probably would get bruises from other jumping fans.

All together, it wasn't that bad. I heard some of them Jonas-brothers music and I understood why Macy liked it so much. It was really good, the lyrics especially.
"It's starting, they're coming!" Macy shrieked in my ear, holding on to my arm rather tightly.
"I know Mace, please let go of my arm, it will ruin my fun." I told my older niece, wincing.

As she released me, laughing, I noticed she was right. The lights were dimming and the music started.
I braced myself. Here we go; I thought and tried to tie my attention to the lyrics of the song I was writing.
I only promised Macy to go with her, not to actually like it. She knew that and didn't mind.
She was just screaming and yelling "how wonderful" the guitarist, Kevin? was.
Let me know… when you find out
Let me know… when they finally see.
I don't want to live a shallow life
I want to be me
Yeah, that's good… Maybe now a C accord and...

' '

Nick PoV

I could honestly say I was used to crowds by now. Screaming, yelling and well, loving us. I could also honestly say, I loved the crowd. All of our fans were so incredible, intense and supportive.

Today, suddenly and completely out of the blue, someone was standing out in that crowd.
Usually, when people come to our concerts, they like us, yes? Girls scream and fans try to get a better view at us when we arrive somewhere. It's cute and it always gives us a boost.
This girl didn't, not at all; she didn't even seem to notice what was going on. She had just stood there, against a fountain, looking similar to the marble statues on the fountain. Not only because she was standing rather still in comparison to the fans –heck, even in comparison to the statues— but also because, well, she was really pretty.
I shook my head and turned away from the bus-window. I figured she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Later on, standing on stage, rocking my head off, I saw her again. She was standing on the lowest balcony, next to a girl I recognized as Macy Misa, Stella's and our friend from school.
And once again, the girl was paying no attention to us.

I was surprised when I had noticed her through the window of the bus and I had been too occupied with her face back then to notice what she was looking like.

She was wearing dark skinny jeans, a white T-shirt saying: I love cookies with a black jacket covering it. I couldn't see her feet, but I was sure she wasn't wearing heels.
Long blonde hair fell over her shoulders, covering her face, because she was looking down and… writing something?
Occasionally she talked to Macy, who was play-backing all of our songs, but besides that, she just seemed very calm in a very excited crowd, weird.

I wanted to know why, even weirder.
So in the pause, I decided to go and talk to her.
The weirdest and coolest thing of that evening.

''—''—''—''—''—''
Arabell PoV

Okay, admitted, the concert wasn't bad. It was actually pretty good. Like I said, I really appreciated the music they performed.

It was pause now and luckily, the crowd had moved from the stadium a little, to the entrance halls. Getting food and JONAS merchandise. So I sat here, pretty happy, one foot dangling from the balcony edge. I almost finished my new song! Nobody had squished me into Arabell-pulp and I wasn't deaf. Yet.
Yay me… or something in that direction.

Suddenly, something caught my attention. Something that didn't belong here, because, well, it belonged on the stage.
It was that guy from the Jonas Brothers. Rick? No, wait, Nick.
He walked on the balcony, looking at it curiously. No wonder, he had never been here.
He was probably interested in what the fans were seeing. I noticed these brothers were rather fond of their fans.
Still, he didn't really look like a rock star checking out the fans point of view. He looked more like a person, who was walking straight towards me…
Suddenly, a brilliant line to finish my song entered my head and I instinctively turned back to my notepad. Writing it down at a speed no one could follow.

"Hello." A warm voice, reminding me of a warm summer evening (cliché?) suddenly said.
I looked up, already knowing who was talking to me. Once again, I was right, like I had been right when I said Macy should stop piling her CD's because one day, they would fall over.

It was the Nick-guy. Man, Macy didn't overdo it. His eyes really had the colour of chocolate. His black hair really did curl nicely around his, rather handsome, face.
I realised he was probably wanting an answer.
"Hi, you're the R-Nicholas guy, right." I said, my curiosity clearly visible in my voice. Did I mention Misa's had the strange habit of talking too much when they're nervous?

"Yeah, that's me. Just Nick actually. Though that isn't hard to guess, my face is on every inch of this stadium."
I laughed. Cute guy, with sarcastic humour, right, and now you're going to tell me he actually likes me and not just wondering why I'm still here when everybody's eating like normal everybody's should.
"I don't seem to know who you are" he said. Sitting down on the dirty ground besides me.

Okay, you're kidding me.

"I'm Arabell, Arabell Misa." I told him. Hugging my notepad to my chest. "Macy calls me Arie." I smiled. Putting my pencil behind my ear.

I think I preferred the crowd. At least the crowd got me uncomfortable. He got me nervous.

"What's that?" He asked me, rolling up the sleeves of his leather jacket, pointing his now clearly visible muscled arm at my notepad.

"That's my notebook. It's a thing you write in."
He laughed; he had a nice laugh, warm and cosy.
"I know, but what I don't know is what you write in it."

I released the notepad from my hug and gave it to him. He read and read, flipped the page and read that too.
Eventually, he stopped and looked at me. "Wow, you're good. Are you writing a book?"
I looked back at the stadium. Resting my head against the iron bars of the fence that kept the fans from falling down.
"Not really, I just like writing in general. I write stories, songs, poems."
He smiled. "That's pretty cool. I write songs too. Can you sing one for me?"

I thought he was supposed to be the serious, laid back one?

"I well…" I started.
Then, he did something that messed with everything I was thinking.
He pleaded with his eyes, softly smiling and was it possible to melt on the inside…?

He really looked at me expectantly. So I figured I didn't really have much of a choice.

"Why is it
that people never listen
when the most important things get spoken
why is it

That we humans never seem to care

When our precious things get broken

let me know, when you find out
let me know, when you finally see
I don't want to live a shadow life
I wanna be me

cause when you
let your soul touch
anything, anyone that cares
you can get to anyone, anywhere
cause when you
see the beauty we live in
the joys that are given

you finally can

Let me know, that you found out
let me know, that you finally see, it's true
we live such a shadow life
when you're not you"

I stopped, slightly embarrassed. He just stared at me. Something that made me even more nervous visible in his brown eyes.
"You've got a nice voice, you know that? It's not perfect, but it has a kind of pureness to it and the lyrics are good." He told me sincerely. Staring at my notepad, reading again.

I smiled at him; I really loved to hear that, especially from someone like him. Because of his musical history of course…

"Macy will kill me when she finds out I talked to you like this and didn't even get you're autograph." I sighed, already bracing myself for the blow up of: 'you talked and sang with Nick of Jonas?!'

He laughed his warm laugh again. It made me feel the breeze in the stadium less and less. "We wouldn't want that now would we?" He said. Definitely not taking it for a cheap request for his autograph.
"I should get down. Macy will probably be too occupied with fan-club talk to eat something. It would be really sad if she fainted during her birthday-present." I said to Nick, standing up. He did too and leaned against the fence.
"Good luck." He said. Did he seem sad?

"I'll need it, you good luck there too, on stage I mean."
Then I walked away, I didn't really know why. Macy wouldn't be hurt by skipping her sugar-boost in this particular concert and it's not like she hasn't fainted before. She was perfectly capable of handling that.

It also wasn't like I didn't like talking to him. He was actually pretty nice. For a rich superstar that is.
I couldn't help but giggle as I walked away, feeling his eyes in my back.

'__________________________'
later that evening, still Arabell PoV

"Thank you for going with me Arie!" Macy said for the thousandth time that evening. I laughed.
"That's okay Mace. We Misa's have to help each other right?"
She smiled back and we did the little handshake thing we copied from our favourite TV show when we were kids.
"Can you give me my apron?"
"Witch one?" She asked, looking around while tucking some of her black hair behind her ears.
"The black one, it goes with the uniform and it says 'Malcini's'."
Macy handed me the apron, it was black, like the rest of my uniform except my blouse. The uniform was far from what I usually wore, but I would deal with the skirt, blouse and the worst. Heels...

"Macy?" I asked.
"Yeah?" She said, smiling as if still in heaven.
"I think I actually had some fun today. Especially with you."
She laughed really big now, if that were possible. "Me too, but isn't that always the case?" she told me.
"Absolutely!"
Then we both laughed as Macy tied my apron and looked at the clock. "You should go, you promised to be there at half past ten."

"Thanks Macy! For this and the night." I said, putting my notepad in the bag around my hips and kissing Macy on her cheek.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow. Our moms have another photo-album party; it's at your place this time."
"It's a date!"
"Pick you up at seven!"
We both giggled again. Macy had always been one of my best friends, because I had known her for all my life. Our moms were twins and really close and so were we. Though we didn't look like each other. Quite the opposite actually. Macy was toned and had black hair. While my skin was rather pale and my hair was dark blond. In opposite to our looks, our characters had a lot of things similar. Like the love for sport, music and the clumsiness.
"Don't stand there dreaming, you'll ruin our evening by getting fired!" Macy told me. Trying to be the responsible older one.
"Okay, bye!"
Macy was supposed to take 'care' of me tonight. Since our moms were out too. Some national sailing championship.
"That Melanie kid brings you home right?"
"Yes mom!" I told Macy sarcastic. "Relax, it's just boring work. It's easy, safe and yes, Mel brings me home."
I ran to the door, I was really running late.
"Arie? Your guitar?" Macy said, laughing.
I almost tripped over the umbrella stand as I ran upstairs, grabbed my guitar and then ran out of the house. I had to do something in my breaks and during calm periods.

Eventually I made it to the restaurant.
"Buona sera Ragazza!" my boss, Mr. Malcini said in his usual cheerful bass.
"Good evening Mr. Malcini. Sorry I'm late, but…" I began explaining.
"You went out and chad fun, that's good belle ragazze should have fun and not always work." Mr Malcini interrupted me, waving away my excuses.
"Yeah, you're right Mr. Malcini. But I'm still going to work now." I joked with him while grabbing my calculator and purse, getting ready for an evening of Italian food servings.

"Hey Arie!" Melanie, my highly make-upped co-worker said as I served two pizza's to a young couple. Something that obviously wouldn't last long.
"Hey Mel! Before you ask, my evening was great, how was yours?"
"Great, I had a hottie at seven and they say we'll be having some celebrities tonight. I'm super excited!" Melanie swept her blond dyed hair out of her face
"wonder who gets to serve them. I'd love to flirt with a celebrity."
I sniffed, yeah flirt with a celebrity. Not with a person, of course not.
"Don't worry honey!" Mel said, embracing me. "If it's a young one, he's yours."
"How do you know it's a guy?" I asked Mel. Tiding my blouse where she hugged me tightly.
"I know that kind of stuff. Melanie senses, you know." She told me, slapping away my hands and pulling my blouse nice and tidy with her long violet nails. If I tried to have such nails, I'd break them as soon as I stepped out the door, but apparently, some people could handle that. Probably because they weren't cursed with the Misa clumsiness.

"Bambina's!" Mr Malcini suddenly said. Raising his hands in mock agony. "There are customer! Be nice and help them!"
We laughed; Mel and I loved our boss. He was always very funny, but knew when to get serious. He was like the Italian uncle I never had.
"Ooh, good looks coming in. He's way too old for you, so if you mind?" Mel told me, swinging her hips a little.
"Sure. Be my gue..." Mel was already at the door, offering the very handsome looking guy her loving help. Almost ignoring the a bit intimidated girl next to the guy. I felt sorry for her.

"Lovely Arabella!" Mr Malcini said. Brushing his black moustache. "We, tonight, we have very importanto guests. You will be serving them, I trust you not to shame the name Malcini!"
I laughed and he gave me a wink. "I would never shame your name Mr Malcini." I joked, half bowing for him.
Mr Malcini shook his head and walked off roaring with laughter. I swear, Italian people, especially Italian chefs were awesome.

I went to the bar, Mel, Macy and Gregory; my other co-workers were taking care of the costumers we had tonight. Marc was Mel's brother, had natural honey-blonde hair and was very handsome in his own way.
Gregory was the typical Goth who needed a job type of guy, but he was very nice. The others saw that too once they overlooked his dark image.
It felt like the famous silence before the storm. In a few minutes it would be crowding outside with press and enthusiastic fans.
I really hadn't counted on two crowds like that today, but seeing they weren't going to get inside (Mr Malcini was very convincing if he wanted to) I was going to be fine.

After a while I heard noise coming from outside the big restaurant and turned around, there was my job. I was wondering who the celebrity, correction person with feelings, was. We've had a lot of celebrities coming to the restaurant, because Mr. Malcini was famous for his delicious Italian food, but I was curious anyway.
"Here we go again, it's so pointless. "A dull voice said from the other side of the bar.
"Oh, come on Gregory, I don't like it either, but it's not that bad." I answered, recognising the voice of my gothic friend. His hair was as usual black, though there was a white streak in it today, he looked like Sweeney Todd.
"Things are always bad."

Should've listened to him, it was bad.

I saw the flashing of cameras and the shouting of the paparazzi. Jeez, the people were going to eat, how interesting.
I grabbed my pencil so I would be ready to take orders and walked towards the door. What were those blood sucking paparazzo's yelling?

"Over here boys! – Give me a nice shot of that raven hair – they say you've got a new girlfriend Nick, is that true – Joe! Joe over here!"

I stiffed in mid-stride. Nick… Joe… The Jonas Brothers, seriously?
Just your luck, Arie, just your luck…

Like I said, I work on this when I feel like it, so updates are less frequently then Dancing on Water and my other running stories, but reviews always inspire me, so feel free to try…

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