Ok, I'm putting my notice up here at the top because I need a change.

Who say's it should be a KaiRay fic?

I'm dedicating this story to...um, past and present musicians (like me)

So here are my answers to the lovely reviews:

Imari: Get reading, you've got a lot of chapters to read then, hope to here from you in my others story

SchoolBordem: Sorry, it's not every day the same person reads both my stories, YOU put ME on your Fav fics faints

Galy: I know it's a lot but I just estimated it the amount but if you have a better number tell me, You know you've given me a great idea, but I'm not going to say, I'll talk on your email later sometime, so look out for me.

Forfirith-on-a-sugar-high: Tyson's an idiot sometimes, but who really cares, I needed some humor so I got it, and don't worry, I'm sure Kai will see Ray, did I just say that out loud?

Darksaphire: It's OK if you didn't review my other chapter, no biggie; thanks for the advice, I'm sure I'll think of something, can you think of a way to get enough money for the operation?

Disclaimer: Don't own characters

My Minds Eye

Kai's POV

It's hard knowing someone's out there doing something for you when your stuck here doing nothing.

It's nice off him to do that, for me.

Even if I'm still not sure about it, it's a lot of money and what Mrs Clot say's is true I doubt they could make up that much in well...nine day's.

Last night I had a dream about him.

Blind people can't see in their dreams 1 and it was different from my other dreams, more vivid if I can put it that way.

I heard noises, lots of noises, at first they were blurry then I could make them out.

People cheering, clapping, laughing, it was so joyful.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, but I heard Ray's voice.

Telling me how good I was, how good I am, how good I can be, he sounded proud of me.

I smelled pizza, Ray had taken me to a pizza parlor once and we enjoyed it, I love pizza.

Then I smelled the ocean, heard it, it was amazing.

Then something amazing, I heard a piano, playing, it was a song, it was beautiful, I felt s if I was drifting on a cloud.

Then my heart started to race, and my body began to sweat, I felt warm and cold, I felt happy and sad.

It soon became a nightmare.

I was in a car, Ray was driving, I was in the seat next to him, I was humming, then there was a loud crash and we had smashed into another car.

And when I woke up (in the dream), I hear beeping and no music, nothing silence.

I realized I was in a hospital, and someone was telling me Ray was gone, forever, he was gone; Ray...my friend, my brother was gone....

I woke up.

Sweating buckets I find my cane and I sit there, the blankets thrown off me, I'm panting.

I wipe some sweat off my brow, still holding the cane I stand up, leaning on the wall as well as the cane I walk to the garden.

Opening the sliding door I feel a blast of air against me, it smells so fresh.

I find a chair and sit.

I here the trees rustle in the wind, the crickets make that funny noise (AN: can't remember what it's called) and I hear my own breathing.

It's so peaceful tonight.

Lying my head down I fall asleep.

With Ray

Sitting up in the bed he couldn't sleep, silly dreams.

Sitting up he had a look around, it was extremely dark there.

Turning on his bedside lamp he looked around his room, very messy room.

Sighing deeply he rubbed his temple.

This was getting frustrating, what he needed was the exact amount of money and, sighing again he wondered whether Kai was scared, he had a lot on his shoulders, Ray felt pressured and it wasn't even his operation.

Laying back down he placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, 'relax Ray, relax...you'll think of something, you know you will, you always pull through'.

Smiling with his thoughts he fell asleep, feeling happy, that he was now confident enough to find away to help Kai, no matter what the consequences.

When Dreams Don't Come True

Dreams die hard,

The heart is pained when they turn to dust,

Condolences can't come from a mere card,

Nor are we helped by sympathetic words from those we trust.

We weave a fantasy behind closed eyes,

People do and say what we contrive,

But it's all so many intricate lies,

And in the end it is only ourselves we deceive.

When things are different than we planned we're bemused,

What happened to the kind gestures and words of love?

Others more knowing and wise look on quite amused,

When we see that our dreams are more fleeting than a flying dove.

This has happened to one and all,

But do we ever learn from such a mistake,

Or do we try to catch the pieces as they fall?

Either way it is a risk each must take.

1: It's scientific proven that the blind do dream but sounds feelings and not sight, they do not dream images.

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