Camp Rock: Chapter 7 ~When you look me in the eyes~ Part One
Camp Rock: I might even be a rockstar!
Author’s notes: I would like to dedicate this chapter to all the reviewers who took time to comment on chapter five, also a big warm thank you goes out to the authors who subscribed me on their favorites list, or alert list. Now that I left you on a big cliffhanger, why not zoom into the bigger picture. Lily forgot her eyeglasses, what is a girl to do? Only Joe knows her secret what will this chapter bring? This also brings up another time format issue, so some parts maybe moving too fast and some parts may be moving to slow. Just note that a one-way drive from California to Canada is 1 day and 14 hours travel time. So they have three days (hence two days of travel) to get her glasses, find out new things along the way, and get back to Camp Rock! So, now assuming that the bus driver was more than willing to take them back home, enjoy this ride as much as I am. This chapter is dedicated to Allie, and I mean it! She has helped shaped this chapter in particular to what it is today. To think it all started with a girl’s guitar. So without further ado it’s time for me to fly and let you read chapter seven! Thank you for waiting as long as you have for this chapter!
Chapter 7: When you look me in the eyes
The wheels on the tour bus hit the road it once paved hard, backwards was only truly forwards with a few glances back to make sure one was going in the right direction. Traffic was thick, and the tour bus driver kept releasing the pressure on the break until the bus came to a stand still. Joe stretched out his arms and above his head letting out a long yawn, the time was inching closer to the start of a new day, his bandages moist from use, Joe rose up off his chair to go to the kitchen sink. Unraveling the long line of gauze, Lily inched closer bringing her arms forward, elbows apart on the edge of the countertop and laying her cheeks across them watching Joe’s progress. Joe grabbed the handle of the cabinet directly above the stove top range and grabbed various ointments, rolls of gauze, and a package of latex-free medical gloves by doctor’s orders. Joe tore back the old gauze to revel a healing wound, still pink and tender edged with small splotches of skin pigment, clearly where his allergic reaction had taken place.
Lily picked up one of the tubes of ointments and started to unscrew the cap; Joe was struggling to put on a latex-free glove and using his thigh so that he could wiggle it on. Seeing this Lily grabbed onto the fingers of the glove and scrunched them up so that Joe could move his palm down the length of the glove.
“Thanks Lily!” He said and than grabbed the opened tube with his free hand and drew diagonal lines on his skin.
“Does it hurt Joe?” She asked tenderly as Joe grabbed the bottle of witch hazel tilting closer to the sink and cringed his eyes as the hazel settled on top of his scar.
Joe drew back from his hand letting it get some air; Lily started blowing on it softly.
“No not as much as it did when it happened to me, I guess you were worried when Nick told you that I was in the hospital, but than again I never knew that you were there hours before it actually happened.” Joe said applying a thick paste from a triangular tube on the wound.
“I can’t imagine what you must have gone through back in the hospital…”
“You too Lily not knowing what I was in the hospital for, that I had hit my head on a open cabinet in this very tour bus and the guitar damaging my neck and bruising my vocal chords. But even so I can’t even imagine myself how you must feel hiding your identity!” Joe said now wrapping his gauze around his arm, and placing the box of latex-free gloves in front of a long and narrow white box, with a circular blue and white logo accented in bubble-gum pink.
With a wave of his hand, he slammed back the cabinet and sat down across from Lily at the kitchen table, pushing his arms straight and his knuckles against his cheek bones.
“It hasn’t been easy, but it has opened doors that were closed with a cast-iron lock.” She said grabbing hold to Joe’s new bandage and looking at the blank canvas before her.
Nick’s ears perked up at the pounding drums outside their cabin door, it was almost too loud for the silence of the hour, and it couldn’t have been a dream. His ears started pounding with the beat against the wood.
“Excuse me Kevin, Joe, and Nick?” The wooden door spoke.
Nick crawled out of his bottom bunk and grabbed for Kevin’s kneecap shaking furiously.
“Kevin, wake up a minute somebody’s outside.” Kevin hugging his blankets grunted and jumped down from the top bunk, walking over to the other set of bunks to wake up Joe he grabbed air as Nick pulled the door ajar to see the Camp Rock site manager holding a flashlight on the outside porch.
“Hello Nick can I just ask you and your brothers….” Kevin flung his body towards the door pressing his back against its surface, his hand on the doorknob.
“We have a problem Nick.” Kevin said peering directly above Nick’s head.
“What kind of problem Kevin?” Nick asked sleep overtaking him, his eyelids drooping.
Kevin bit his lower lip as Nick spun around on the spot, a bed untouched, pillow fluffed, frigid air between the blanket and where Joe’s head should have been laying.
As if somebody had called “Ready, set, go” the two brothers skipped every two rungs of the bunk bed ladder, Kevin slid down and had to regain his grip on the ladder, elbowing Nick in the stomach as he reached the top bunk he tried to collect his normal breathing pattern, he lunged for the blankets throwing his hands in various places to create air pockets. Nick hung upside down from the top bunk to grab pillows from the bottom of Joe’s bunk and than stuffed them haphazardly underneath the unkempt blanket, throwing the last pillow over the pine guardrail, he hit Kevin square in the face causing him to stumble back against the wall. The door began to take another round of beating as the women outside was clearly taken for a loop. Climbing down Kevin hit against his brother’s shoulder hard looking for Joe’s cell phone. Nick was busy throwing shirts as one landed atop Kevin’s bed head hair, he grabbed for a pair of black pants and started shaking them his ears pressed against the pockets to hear for the jingle of car keys. Each were throwing nervous glances at each other as every hard hitting evidence of Joe’s personal items seemed to not turn up, Kevin grabbed for the t-shirt now sliding down his face and threw it across the room. Nick stared down the door as if he could see through it, he gulped as one last knock hit brutally hard, once again the voice outside the door spoke, Nick’s hand turned cold and numb as he faked a smile and turned the door knob handle.
“Nick? Kevin? Is everything alright?” The women spoke sparks flew from her pursed lips.
“Yes?” Nick asked uncertain. “I mean, yes, why wouldn’t it be? Why would you ask something like that if…” He tried to shut the wrong words and tried hard to keep the right words in his mouth without trying to think what could have happened to his older brother.
“Because you just slammed the door in my face.” The women said now placing her hands on her hips.
“It was the wind!” Kevin said now drawing himself from the shadows of the inside cabin. “You know that wind, doesn’t know what direction it’s coming or going.”
“And it took that long to get the door opened?” She asked her eyes narrowing in untrustworthiness.
“Yes!” Both Kevin and Nick said at the same time giving a long emphasis on the s.
“You should really go and get a maintenance worker to look at this door, it might need some WD-40, and you should go now…” Nick said and than tried to shut the door with his fists but the site manager’s foot stood in the way.
“Yeah I’ll go get right on that.” She said now her hands pressed on the door frame.
“As you should M’am!” Kevin said with a very big grin.
“Boys, tell me something, is there something I shouldn’t know? Could it possible have something to do with your brother Joe?”
“Oh that’s all you’re asking us about? No, Joe is in his bed see?” Nick said pointing towards the top bunk, pulling it off smoothly with a makeshift Joe made out of pillows.
“Oh okay than, did you try to wake him up because I’ve come here tonight to just let you know about something.” The site manager said now looking back to the two boys rubbing their eyes and holding their hands behind their back.
“Yes we did, and you know Joe has an issue we’re working on it!” Nick rolled off his tongue.
“What kind of problem Nick?” The director asked apprehensively. Kevin’s knees buckled, he whispered into Nick’s ear.
“Yeah what kind of problem Nick?”
“Joe only meets with people before 5:00AM if it’s a family crisis or a career crisis. We tried to wake him up but his aim with a pillow has become amazingly accurate in the past few weeks, best not to wake him if you don’t want your face rearranged!” Nick chimed in.
“O…k….a….y.” The director said slowly, glancing up and than drawing her lips to a whisper. “Well I’m sure that you two will let your brother know when he wakes up tomorrow morning, just be sure to pass it along won’t you?”
The two brothers nodded their heads, blinking nervously.
“So some other instructors reported hearing loud sounds out by the parking lot, and I noticed some tracks outside your dorm as I was walking up the path, would you know anything about this?” The camp instructor said.
“Really? We haven’t heard anything going on at all this whole night.” Kevin said raising an eyebrow. “Have we Nick?”
“No, I’m a light sleeper I’m sure I would have noticed sounds outside the cabin.” Nick said agreeing, but all the while having second thoughts.
“Well alright, just keep that in the back of your head, sorry to wake you up, just wanted to count heads. Goodnight!” The camp site manager turned her heel trotting backup the road.
Kevin’s hand flipped the light on in the cabin house spilling their faces with the light that was held so deep in the darkness. As the footsteps on the other side of the door had disappeared and no gravel was unturned Kevin rubbed his tired worrisome eyes against the back of his long sleeve top, Nick was pacing the floor.
“Well that’s one crisis averted Nick!” Kevin said almost forgetting about the odd wake up call, but quickly remembered when Nick placed his hands on his head.
“Sure Kevin, but look at crisis number two! Did Joe even come back here last night?” Nick asked as his footsteps gained traction and speed.
“I don’t know Nick, I went right to sleep, and I thought everyone was…”
“Well didn’t you even notice Kevin?” Nick said crossly.
“Well excuse me Nick for not having eyes in the back of my head, or being able to see with my eyes CLOSED!” Kevin said pointing his index finger at his brother.
“Well Kevin, I went to sleep before you did, do you even pay attention?” Nick said irritably.
“Nick, I’m not his babysitter! It is not my week to watch him!” Kevin said jumping down Nick’s throat, glaring with anxiety in his eyes, his brother kicked the bed frame, the more their emotions stayed bitter the sooner they realized that it wasn’t their responsibility; their words weren’t any closer to finding Joe.
“Alright this is not helping matters! We should be worried about finding Joe!” Nick responded now grabbing his jacket and a few flashlights from his duffle bag. “Maybe that girl Alex Mckenzie knows where he went, I haven’t seen much of her since we got here but it’s a start!”
“Great idea Nick!” Kevin said now grabbing his shoes and lacing them up. “If only we can find her!” They both took off into the night, each on a different route to meet back up in an hour in the dusty parking lot.
Dotting her I in her name with a perfect circle, Lily lifted up the black waterproof marker. Joe looked at the finished picture and than grabbed the hard woven cotton and coated rubber hand splint from his lap, he eased his hand inside stretching the straps around his mid wrist and lopped them around, his left fingers grabbed the small zipper and pulled up.
“Your not a bad artist either Lily, your multi-talented!” Joe said now moving towards the bunks.
“Oh please!” Lily laughed. A few dots and squiggle lines didn’t qualify her as the next Picasso, she squeezed between Joe as she moved towards the back lounge sitting on the sofa to the far left side towards the window pulling the shade up to look at a million lights speeding towards their destination, she could make out a road sign along the highway that indicated the next town was 590 miles away. Joe returned in tow with pillows and blankets throwing some to her side she sat up straight. Lilly pulled her knees up closer, hugging one of the pillows Joe brought.
“Listen Joe, you don’t know how much this means to me, my life is in your hands.” Lily said with emotion.
“Well that’s what friends are for.” Joe said now grabbing a fleece blanket and throwing it over his shoulders, and stuffed his cell phone in the cup holder that was wedged in between the sofa cushions.
“Joe your a great friend, and I think that I need to tell you my past, it’s the least I can do for your thoughtfulness.” She said her hand running along the side of the pillow feeling a long thread and tugging on it softly.
“What do you mean, hasn’t it been good?” Joe asked concerned.
“No Joe it hasn’t, your brothers and you saying that I can be apart of your music video has been the biggest break I’ve had in a long time.” Lily said, her fingers twisting the thread.
“You mean, you haven’t been doing concerts, or appearances?” Joe asked grabbing the blanket falling down his shoulder.
“Not that I haven’t been doing, more of the fact that I can’t do concerts or make appearances at various venues.” She said matter-of-factly.
“I’m not following, what’s stopping you?” He asked confused, but than she rose her eyebrows and he understood. “Oh, this has to do with what happened in the past? Can’t you just move on?”
“Don’t you think I haven’t tried Joe? It’s not easy coming back from the bottom, after I tried so hard to hit the place I felt safe, in the middle. I always had the hunger in my eyes, before it was taken away from me.” She said now untwisting the thread, letting it loosen from the fabric of the pillow’s cover. “Let me tell you, fame is a bee, it has a song, it has a sting, and it too has a wing.”
She tugged the string, trying to lay her emotions on the line, as the words came out Joe felt more sympathetic.
“The first time I remember singing was at my Uncle Ethan’s retirement party, I had practiced for weeks on end, I wanted everything to sound perfect. My Uncle had retired from a government job. He told the family at the party that he was going to open up his own company, of course my Aunt Victoria was against it, she wanted him to settle down he had been short of breath by doing the simplest tasks around the house, but he promised that it was worth it. He used to sing to me a lot when I spent weekends there, and I used to sing back. After I sang at his get-together he told me something that I will never forgot. He said that I had lungs comparable to that of a rocket, but I had to light my own fuse, I didn’t understand half of what he meant.
But I think I started to understand when he told the family that he was determined to open a record label, and that I was going to be the first one he signed. I was sixteen but back than I thought my biggest break was when I got my driver’s license what was I supposed to think? It seemed like a long shot, but he did keep his word, he created Wildest Dreams Record Label. I remember his sparkly green eyes, so I got my eyes checked and was fitted for contacts, I even got a silky blonde wig when I was performing and I figured that I was doing what I loved because of somebody who believed in me, so I picked a name fitting to his supportive touch, Emma. But I wanted a normal life too, to fall back on; I didn’t think that eventually that would be the only thing left in my life.
He kept it family-oriented for a while, before life got carried away and he had to do what he could to survive, he expanded and created a second branch in California. I moved to California because I had to get my name out there, no hiding away anymore, and my Uncle Ethan helped make my wildest dreams come true. Two records later, I wish life could have stood still.” She paused now pulling the thread a little tighter, her story was bringing back memories that brought about her present. “Joe I should have seen it coming, something wasn’t aligned correctly. My Uncle was getting weaker; he had to stay home a lot. My Uncle was lost in the moment, and he made a decision, he decided to step down as Chief Executive Officer, and promoted his Vice President as CEO a less qualified man.” Lily’s eyes started to get watery; she kept pulling the thread splitting the seam deeper against the feathered contents. A single tear came out from the flood gates.
“I went to see my Uncle a few days after he appointed the his new Chief Executive Officer, I knew it was the last time I was going to be able to talk to him, he could hardly speak, but I thought that maybe I could ask him something, so I asked him what he had meant by lighting my own fuse, I had to know if things were going to change now that he wasn’t part of Wildest Dream Records. He tried to form more words, but he said that he loved me, and than as I turned to go out the door to answer my pending question he said that he had given me a question, and that only I knew the answer to it. After that I never touched my guitar, because for some reason or another, the new CEO decided to have pre-recorded lyrics, and music overlays.” Lily ripped the last few inches of the seam, her cheeks turning a hue of pink. “The new CEO corrupted the business, the last move he made was to turn himself into the right people, but he was shallow, he started pitting different employees against each other, and he leaked out information to the media that showed that label artists were abusing their contracts, selling off stock market shares because my Uncle told them to before he left his position, when my family finally understood what was happening, it was too late the CEO had gotten on his high horse, fame wasn’t supposed to be how high you could get without stopping. Nobody trusted anybody anymore, he had created the blame game, and before the business went up in flames, everybody thought the people that had created this was the most direct family members, us.
Together with the few employees that still trusted us, we tried to reassure the others that weren’t easily swayed, I had to sell my guitar, and give up my life as Emma as we restarted, and I didn’t want that life as Emma while we gathered our troops. It took a long time, but eventually I could face the music and move forward, my dad hooked up with a manager from Hollywood Records, a lot of our friends that did work at Wildest Dream Records moved on to work with them so I’ve been working hard to keep my connections. My uncle wouldn’t want me to stop trying. I’ve been trying to find a way; I thought that by going to Camp Rock, it could help give me one final push back to what I longed to want as normal, living both as Emma and Lily!”
Her eyes were blotchy; she pushed the pillow tighter trying to gain control, Joe’s eyes looked shocked he was speechless to understand how fame could be so cruel to be kind. He wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay, that one couldn’t live in the past, and forget to live in the future. But was Joe getting dangerously close to going over the edge? He realized he needed to get his head out of the clouds, for everything Lily had been through she had family and friends that still were working hard to stay in the business, they were behind her, and Joe had his brothers. But with her action to pull the soft pillow against her face, and let her tears dampen it had caused an air pocket inside the pillow that forced the light weightless feathers to bellow up and out, Lily’s downward face was the first solid it meet. Lily let out a small sneeze throwing her head up. The cell phone in the cup holder began ringing thunderously.
Joe grabbed his phone from the cup holder, Lily let out a whooping cough, and than another.
“Lily are you okay, do you need anything?” Joe said now trying to flip the cover to his cell phone on, and hit the answer button.
“No, I’m fine Joe, thanks for listening to my story, go ahead and take the phone call, it’ll pass.” She said now, letting another sneeze bypass, she started scratching her cheek as Joe moved towards the kitchen sink when he saw the name on the screen.
Incoming calling from Kevin and Nick at 3:07AM.
Kevin hurried along the path up towards the parking lot, the rocks rumbling along side like a rambling man, he grabbed his side as a small pinch told him to slow down, he had been running for five minutes, halfway across the other side of the camp site in hopes of finding his brother, to no avail. He was due back to meet up with Nick now an hour later and his cheeks were burning from the night wind as it hallowed along the Rocky Mountain firs and down through the valley.
Nick touched down up on the hill where the cars were parked for the night, grabbing his jacket and flinging it on, he could see Kevin slowing down up the path of the south side. His hopes shattered as he only saw one brother. Nick threw his arms up shrugging his shoulders, waiting for his brother to finish the incline.
“Beep? Beep?” Kevin said looking around for his stolen keys to the tour bus, reaching the top of the hill and double checking the last place he knew it was, in his chest pocket of his jacket.
“Kevin, do you feel a draft?” Nick answered his brother as he turned around on the spot slowly; a large space before their very eyes, big enough for a tour bus to fit into parking space number six was missing. Kevin flipped open his cell phone fiercely.
Lily began rubbing her arms and scuffing her fingers down her neck her nose was on the verge of another sneeze, it seemed that the temperature inside the tour bus was rising.
“Hello Kevin, Hey Nick how are you?” Joe asked in a friendly tone hitting the speaker phone button on.
“Joe! How are you? How about where are you?” Kevin’s voice rang through the holes in the phone.
“Thanks I’m fine; actually I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier…”
“Or maybe at ALL?” Nick’s voice fumed thorough the wires.
“Listen guys something came up and I have to head back to California with Li…”
Lily started sneezing harder; she could feel it pulsating through her sinus cavities. The harder she tried to hold back her sneezes; her eyes leaked distorting her vision, her under eyes felt just as hot as she felt.
“Joe! Stop who are you talking to?” Lily wheezed and cut through Joe’s words like a knife, with a strange sense of familiarity upon hearing the far off voices from the phone’s speaker her insides felt like mush. Joe moved the phone away from his mouth, putting his hand on the mouthpiece, his other fingers lying directly over the internal antenna which caused static on the receiving end.
“It is fine Lilly I’m just talking to my brothers!”
“It-fine. Talking to brother---s” Kevin’s cell phone voiced back.
“Joe! No! They don’t know who I am; you have to trust me that when I’m ready I should be the one who tells them.”
“Joe!---I am-.”
“Who’s that?” Nick asked Kevin, as a very broken voice came reeling back at them.
“Give me the phone, you don’t understand…” Lily let out a massive sneeze.
“Why?”
“P-h-o-n-e-“
“How long are you going to wait? Everything’s alright, if they loved knowing Lily, they will love knowing Emma!” Joe’s gentle voice came through Lily’s eardrum; it was scaring how Joe sounded just like her father.
“Wait---alright. Knowing---“
Joe’s mind popped back to the tour bus, when he heard his brother’s questions.
“Joe? What’s going on?” Kevin said, Nick’s words ran over them “Who are you talking to?”
“Forget it Kevin, and Nick it’s just me, I forgot something really important and I have to go back to Cali-“
Lily looked down at her arms, her legs were itching now and as she tried to pull her pant leg up she saw small tiny red droplets of skin discoloration, on her hands, fingers, and now spreading like wildfire, almost like her contact lenses, that vivid and loud but she didn’t understand why.
“Joe?” She asked for him trying to calm herself down.
Kevin and Nick were not going to win this small battle, as long as Joe came back to Camp Rock in one piece that’s all that mattered.
“Alright Joe, whatever we can’t push you there’s got to be a million reasons why you are doing this but we can’t make you come back now. Just go do whatever you need to do, but remember your no superman, just like you have to wait for you hand to heal, just go home with a plan!” Kevin voice said clearly.
“JOE?” Lily said louder this time, it hurt to speak her breathing hard and constricted. She grabbed her throat; clean oxygen wasn’t being forced down. “JOE!! The feathers!” She could feel her face getting flushed, what breath she did have left was hot.
Her voice rasping, and weak hit Joe’s conscience, it felt like an eternity for him to face her, looking her in the eyes, it was if all the clocks were standing still, but Joe’s brain could still hear strong ticks, or maybe it was just the beating of his own heart. Lily was gasping for air, a blue hue to her skin, a single white feather touched her cheek, and than with no string attached floated towards Joe’s chest. As delicate as the feather was, it seemed strangely unwelcomed. Joe grabbed the feather with his free hand, slowly his legs picked up one by one, grabbing Lily’s chin and bringing it up he leaned closer, and he noticed something that he had seen before. As if somebody had lit a match images bumped into each other, watery eyes, shortness of breath, and those marks, hives.
“Lily, your eyes are watery, can you breath? The feathers?” He asked her, all Lily could do was squirm around, and continue holding her neck steady.
“Li-, watery eye-s? b-r-e-th-feather?” Kevin hit the side of his phone with his palm wishing he knew why odd words were being trapped inside the machine, while others freely broken came out.
The first picture that appeared out of thin air was the annoying itching that Joe experienced, but before he could think too much on it, he noticed that she had small blotches of red on her skin, and her breathing was labored and forced. What was happening to Lily had happened to Joe! Now it was his time to take matters into his own hand, and panic-stricken take a stand.
“Lily? Look here… I’m pretty positive you’re having an allergic reaction. ” Joe said pointing to his eyeballs, whenever he knew his world was crushing down it always helped to find a point at which one could drag their feet to slow the circles down, Lily’s arms were jerking around, but she tried to calm herself by just focusing on one thing at a time. “Are you allergic to down feather pillows?”
“YES!” She cried with one last pinch of air she tried coughing but it turned into a sharp sneeze that erupted up and out, as she tried to recover the last air dangled causing a small droplet of sweat to leak from her forehead. Her wind pipes snapped shut. Joe arms like an automatic trap slid the window open, and with the same power to throw a wiffle ball, so too did that pillow fly away, next the loose feathers went out the same way. He heard a sharp honk, from the car in the right lane laying their hand on the horn, their windshield wipers on full speed.
Above the stove top was a white oblong box that Joe needed to get to, Joe looked at his cell phone, but the better man inside of him told him he could call his brother’s back.
“Look just trust me, I-have---t---o go b-a-c-k home to Ca-li-for-n-i-a with, I m-e-a-n.” Joe said one last time into the cell phone his eyes glazing over; he didn’t even know what words were coming out anymore, his words chopping, his cell phone signal loosing strength.
Joe was waging a war against time, he let the words run dry, and he dropped the phone as his hand reached the handle of the cabinet, ending the call. The family had taken small steps after Joe’s experience in the hospital; it was time for Joe to face his fears, the unknown. Behind the latex-free gloves was a simple answer. Turning the nozzle on the sink, and placing a cup under the running water, his fingers poked through the cardboard box. His eyes looked at the label:
Benadryl Allergy
For Allergy Relief: Sneezing, runny nose, itchy watery eyes
Lily grabbed the pill from Joe as he explained to her what it was; he held the bottom of the cup as she slowly created a tidal wave for it to go down her throat.
Kevin started pressing buttons on his cell phone and waving it around trying to pick up a signal. Before long he saw his wallpaper, the call ended with no goodbye.
“What?” Nick said looking over his brother’s shoulder.
“I’M GONNA KILL HIM! HE HUNG UP ON ME!” Kevin shouted the wind taking his words as it lifted and fell with Kevin’s emotions. Shadow overtook them; the Camp Rock site manager took away their earthly glow of moonlight.
“Did I say kill? It’s a new lyric we are trying out…” Kevin said trying to explain himself.
“Didn’t I just…” The site manager tried to say but Nick’s voice cut through.
“That’s a great idea for a lyric Kevin! That’s how we create lyrics in the middle of the night, we usually just stand out here, inspiration never comes when your least expect it to.” Nick said, and than started into a loud acoustic ballad, Kevin joining in and bringing it home.
“If the heart is always searching
Can you ever find a home?
I’ve been looking for that someone
I’ll never make it on my own
Dreams can’t take the place of loving you
There’s gotta be a million reasons why it’s true.”
The site manager getting the idea as their voices grew louder turned and said “Go to bed when you are um… done.”