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.