| "Are you sure?" Peter asked alarmed. "I'm sure" she said softly. They all jumped off of the stage and walked over to her. "This is how we were when Cass came in here, passed out" Davy said. "It was?" she asked. "Yeah, we all were standing around waiting for you to come to" Mike said. "You were? Wow" she said as she opened her eyes. "Yeah, we were worried about you" Peter said as he pushed her hair off of her face. "Thanks, that really helps me now" she said with a weak smile. It hurt all of the guys to see her in pain. "What can we do to make you feel better?" Micky asked. "I really don't know" she said sighing. "We'll do whatever it takes" Davy chimed in. She nodded. "I don't know. You most likely have never been this sad but what makes you guys feel better?" she asked. "I like to take a walk" Davy said. "I write music" Mike said. "I just get away from everything" Micky said. "I get away and write poems and music" Peter said. "Let's all write a song together" she suggested. "We can try. Last time we tried it was a diaster, we have different musical backrounds. What kind of music do you write?" Davy said laughing. "I don't classify myself in a group, it depends on my mood" she said with a smile. "It won't hurt to try" Peter said. "Yeah let's go" she said. They all ran to the kitchen table. Mike grabbed some paper and some pencils. "Ok let's go" he said as he layed the stuff at the table and sat down. "Let's write a song that tells about something we all want" Micky suggested. "Good idea. We can name the song after we write it" Mike said. "How about we do it round robin? One person does a line" Peter said. "I love that idea" she cried. "Who starts?" Mike asked. "Peter" they all said in unison. "Me?" he squeaked. "Yeah!" they all said. "Well let me think" he saig sighing. "This is going to be fun!" Cassidy said happily. |