I have just now realized that I have yet to express my sadness over not owning Kevin. However I find it extremely irritating that they require a disclaimer. Honestly if I owned these things the world would be a much different place. You all understand I don't own the things you recognize. And the things that you don't, well they are mine and my lyrics are copyrighted, no joke. I take my song writing and poetry very seriously. Enjoy

KoLi

Kevin reached his hotel bed in relative peace. His brothers noticed his strange behavior but decided to let him rest, he hadn't been sleeping well since their arrival in New York. Kevin removed his clothes and slide into the soft bed sheets and quickly fell asleep.

He was on stage playing his guitar staring out into the crowd. He was looking for something, someone, but he wasn't sure who. And yet he found himself walking along the stage searching every face for something familiar. He caught a glimpse of curly dark hair and power slid to the other side of the stage in mid guitar solo. Her blue eyes looked up at him with adoration and he finally knew what he had been looking for. It was her but then again it was always her. She was everything. He watched as she smiled at him and sang along to a new song. "I search and I find the world is not a wonderful place, without you. Beautiful stranger you could be the one. Oh enchanting mistress you might be the thing that keeps me sane. Yours is the only face I see tonight. Reveal yourself to me, beautiful stranger." He played the notes with expertise and as his brother Joe sang to the crowd he found himself getting lost in the eyes of his beautiful stranger.

He woke up and jumped out of bed covered in sweat and grabbed his guitar. He didn't know why he was having these dreams or who the girl was, but she inspired some incredible songs. He wrote and played with a passion he hadn't felt in a long time and it was then he remembered why he was doing this. He was made to give the world music; his purpose was only to share himself completely with the humanity. They journeyed with him as he searched for the captivating girl that haunted him and they felt the emotions he strummed on his guitar. He remembered how much he loved the process of writing with no pressure from producers or the label. It was like old times and for the first time days a smile spread across his face. He didn't know who she was but he knew that if he found her, he'd marry that girl. It sounded foolish but he was in love and even worse she was a figment of his imagination.

There was no rest for Eliza, since her arrival at home she found herself a complete and utter disaster. She had allowed her dream world to enter reality and it had cost half a day of pay. She was angry she got sent home, heartbroken that everyone had seen her tears and confused over her mental state. Was she losing her mind, did she need to seek professional help. Sure a shrink would be expensive but maybe she just needed someone to listen and help her work through her emotions. She clearly dreamed up this man because of a lack of real men in her life. That was it; her dreams weren't premonitions of a true love, but a sign of desperation. Better to be in love with a fantasy then with a real man. Real men let you down. They took your love, used it to the full extent and then found someone else to suck dry. This Man in her dreams was everything that a real man wasn't and that's why she loved him. She sat on her counter and released a heavy sigh, out flowed hours of despair and in came realization. She had built up, unknowingly, a perfect gentleman and no man she met in the real world would ever satisfy her. The recognition of her dilemma put her in the deepest state of depression. She would be lonely forever. She was a strong, independent woman and she would never lower her standards, she couldn't. She would have to walk the Earth alone and only find release in the land of fantasy. There would be no rest for Eliza tonight and no way that she would find her prince. She could not sleep knowing that she from this day forward was destined to be a spinster and a lonely cat lady. But then remembered she was allergic to cats and firmly decided that she would have to make do with some other unloving and selfish creature, like fish.

It's very late right now, but I can't rest and I find that the best things come from my exhaustion. Even though I have to be up in seven hours for work and even though I'm completely exhausted I couldn't keep myself from writing. I feel a very strong connection to this character and I realize that I am putting much of myself into this story, which is unusual. This story actually is based on a dream I had. You may find that I am working out my thoughts and feelings through my writing and I suppose that may benefit you all in the sense that it makes the story more realistic. I apologize for the venting about relationships as I recently realized many things about the one I got out of not too long ago. This story has all the sudden become personal and I hope that you begin to enjoy it even more as it continues. They will be more of Eliza questioning herself and her sanity, because real love stories take time and I want this to be a longer journey then I normally write. I apologize if it's repetitive.

KoLi