I woke up two hours later.
I walked to my window and opened up the curtain. I looked outside and behind the gate, I saw
about fifty to sixty fans just standing out there crying. They had signs that said, “We miss you Nick”
and “come back Nick”.
I heard the screams again and tears came to my eyes as I closed
the curtain. I wiped the tears on my
cheeks away and sat down on the bed.
I walked down the stairs and sat down on the couch. I turned on the TV and there came a special
report. There I was on TV, with the
reporter saying I had left the group.
I changed the channel to ESPN.
I sat there and stared at the screen trying to figure out what I would
do now that I wasn’t in the limelight of fame anymore. I decided I’d go to college and play on the
basketball team like I always dreamed of.
I wondered how the guys
were. They were probably still pissed at
me for leaving, but they were the ones who gave me the options.
I looked around. I missed
being with the guys and singing. Did I
really make a big mistake this time? No,
I didn’t, cause if the guys didn’t care if I left, well, then I didn’t care.
I picked up the phone and started to dial the numbers. I realized I dialed Brian’s cell phone number
when I heard his voice. I hung up
quickly. I knew he wouldn’t talk to me.
I lay back on the couch and watched the rest of the basketball
game.
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