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BLACK KEYS: A Nick Jonas Story
BLACK KEYS: A Nick Jonas StoryBy: Nicholas4Ever!!!
Category: Romance/Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Loss
Starring:
Nicholas Jonas
Joseph Jonas
Kevin Jonas II
Frankie Jonas
Maya Kibble (Nick's best friend)
IAmMrsJoeJonas4Life as Nicole Adams
FutureKevinJonas as Kasey Madison
!Music4EverKevinJ.! as Mallory Truscott
& my original character Miranda Grace
Summary:
Nicholas is mending a broken heart, and he begins to let everything get to him. He tries to break away from his family, unaware of how alone he'll feel. Just when everything is falling apart, he finds the biggest inspiration of his life.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction. I don't know the Jonas Brothers, and I don't own any songs mentioned or quoted in this story. Please no rude comments! Thanks!! <3
"Black Keys"
She walks away,
the colors fade to gray, every precious moment's now a waste
she hits the gas, hoping it would pass, but the red light starts to flash
it's time to wait
And the black keys never looked so beautiful
and a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull
and the lights out
never had this bright a glow
and the black keys are showing me a world I never knew, no
...a world I never knew
She hates the sun
cause' it proves she's not alone
and the world does it revolve around her soul, no
she loves the sky cause it validates her pride
never lets them know when she is wrong...
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Chapter I:
Tell Me Why
Focus, I told myself, focus. I was sitting alone at the piano onstage, hours away from rehearsal. The lights were turned down and the stadium looked so empty now. I'd been trying to write a song, but so far, nothing was turning out the way it should. I just couldn't concentrate on music right now, that was for sure. I ran my hand through my dark curls; I shouldn't have even tried. As if anything could work out in my life... then someone called out my name. "Nick! What's up?" It was my brother, Joe. I didn't look up. Within minutes Joe was standing next to me, panting. "It's a long climb up here!" he said, nudging me cheerfully on the shoulder. I felt like saying something like "then why did you run" but I thought better of it. Sarcasm wouldn't help. I tried to smile. I'd been trying to smile for weeks. I was hoping no one would notice my half-smiles, or that I spent so much time alone. But somehow, everyone still knew what was going on. "You okay, buddy?" Joe sat down next to me at the piano. As soon as he sat down, I stood up. My brother was worried about me, just like everyone else was. "I'm good," I said, trying to sound confident. "When's rehearsal again?" Joe looked at his watch. "Three hours. We're gonna rock tonight!" I gave him a thumbs-up. Last week, Joe and I actually fought for the first time in years. It was my fault. He was trying to cheer me up, but I kept telling him that he didn't understand. I ended up yelling at him, and he responded. I left for that whole night. Joe and my oldest brother, Kevin, were both waiting up for me when I got home. Joe and I were just leaving it on the line now; neither of us wanted to apologize or talk about it. I felt sorry, though.
Chapter II:
Don't Speak a Word
The rehearsal for that night's show went smoothly. My brothers and I were on our first world tour, and I realized that I had to get my head in the game now. I was trying hard to concentrate on music, but I couldn't stop thinking about my mistakes. I'd fallen in love with the wrong girl. I believed her when she lied. I kept playing back all of our fights in my mind. I didn't want to say goodbye to her. I didn't want to let her go... a sudden loud noise from behind made me jump. I was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring into space, when my little brother, Frankie, started rehearsing drums without warning. That was the noise. After he was done with his 'solo,' I said, "Good job, Frankie," loudly. I still couldn't hear all that well. I walked out of the venue and into the parking lot, where the sun was beginning to set. It would be dark soon, and fans were already arriving. I pulled my baseball cap lower over my eyes. As I wandered around in circle, my thoughts were on the past. Why did I let such a big part of my life fall through the cracks? I walked over to my car, still parked behind our tourbus. I sat in the drivers seat for a moment, staring into the rearview mirror. Then, without thinking, I turned the key and pulled out of the parking lot. I drove slow for a while; I didn't know and didn't care where I was going. I felt the warm summer breeze caress my face. For the first time in weeks I could focus my thoughts on one place in time. I pulled up close to the park down the street. Ten minutes later I was sitting alone on a park bench watching fireflies in the trees around me. It wasn't so long ago that I had someone to sit beside me all night long without a care in the world. The lies felt better than the truth back then. But I saw everything differently now. I'd rather sit here alone than have to feel broken apart. I shook my head, as if that would clear the past from my mind's eye. I knew the truth almost too well now. Looking up into the night sky, stars twinkled down at me. I stared at the spot where the sky disappeared to nothing. It was a little like that in my mind; everything comes down to one memory... exactly what was happening right then. "What's going on?!" I cried out, although no one cared to listen. I held my head in my hands, frustrated with the world. I stood up and walked slowly back to my car. Suddenly a girl brushed past me on the narrow path. She was crying. I broke into a run to catch up with her. When I did, the girl looked up at me. She had beautiful green eyes. "Is everything okay?" I asked. The girl gave me half-smile. "It depends on what you'd call 'okay'... a lot happened at once, that's all." I looked down at my sneakers. I said quietly, "I know what that's like..." But then added, "Although it's difficult to understand what someone's going through unless you're going through it yourself. I should probably just listen."
Chapter III
Love Sick?
I'm guessing that my sweat short-circuits my brain whenever I happen to be nervous. Not that I'm nervous much... "Board games make me bored!" Sitting on this dumb bench in the middle of a public park with a complete stranger, and I'm laughing so hard I feel tears in my eyes. Luckily for me, the girl I was sitting with thought I was funny. "No, the beginning was the best part!" She laughed. "Considering you were a fourteen-year-old boy." I just frowned at her. She started to smile. "Nick, I'm kidding. You really are funny."
"Not many people actually laugh when I tell jokes," I admitted, quiet again. "Unless you count fake-laughing..."
"I think you just have a different sense of humor than everyone else."
I looked down at my feet again; 'different' or weird?
"Good different..."
"Where have I heard that before?" I said teasingly. "Don't try to impress me with lines from my own movies." We both smiled. I'd already gone through the embarrassment of talking to someone and then asking,"what's your name?" like an idiot. This girl seemed so much cooler than me, even though she looked just as humiliated as I felt. "Miranda," she said. Then she added, "Grace-- Miranda Grace." At least I could make her laugh. I ended up in a better mood, too. Then I looked at my watch. It was fifteen minutes until showtime! "I completely forgot, we're on at eight. I'm sorry, I have to go--" Miranda stood up with me. "It's okay," she said. "Go ahead. Have a good show!" I smiled and headed for my car. I rolled down the window and said, "Thank you for running into me."
Five minutes later I got back to the venue. I ran backstage, where I was immediately questioned by Kevin, Joe, and my dad. "Dude, where have you been?" Kevin asked. "You're so late!" I didn't have time to explain before I was rushed into the dressing room by Dad. "You have to hurry up and get changed! Let's go," he said. After I changed into my leather jacket and dark jeans, my brothers and I were escorted under the stage by Big Rob, our head of security. We took our places on the rising platform that brought us up to the stage. The stage manager handed my guitar over, and I heard the string section starting our intro above. I didn't have enough time to be nervous, because soon the spotlight was in my eyes and I heard Kevin playing the first few notes of our song "World War III..."
"Tonight I walked into the bedroom
You were visibly upset
Tellin' me I made a bad move
But I didn't do nothin'
You start screamin' wake the neighbors
Now everybody's out for blood
Didn't want no confrontation
Because of you that's what I've got
Well, you gotta chill out 'cause baby I don't wanna fight wit chyou
And every battle we fought just made us look like fools
No, you can't have a World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know, whoa oh
That there's lessons left to learn
Every time you attack
Doesn't drive me to fight you back
Then I know, whoa oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
World War III
Let me tell 'em--
Now you're rounding up your army
Turning all your troops on me
Telling lies just to feel happy
But I won't retaliate"
After the song, I let go of my guitar and did one of my aerial, no-handed cartwheels down a riser. I knew something went wrong the second my feet left the ground. I fell short and landed hard on my back. Joe saw me fall and tried to help me up, but I pushed him away. Walking off the stage in the middle of our show was not an option, so I shook it off and picked up my guitar. We played "Paranoid," "S.O.S," "Hold On," and "Poison Ivy" before we had a break. Our opening band, the Honor Society, took the stage for a few rounds. I walked backstage, where my mom started hugging me and asking me if I was okay. "Yes, Mom," I said quietly, trying not to obviously push her off. "I missed warm-up, that's why I couldn't nail the jump. No big deal."
"But Nick--"
"I'm fine, Mom. There's only four more songs to go. I'll be careful."
I'd just interrupted Mom. I'm gonna hear about this later...
I walked back out on stage, feeling adrenaline pumping through my body. The last songs in our set were "Fly With Me," "Much Better," "Burnin' Up," and "A Little Bit Longer." There was a short intermission before "A Little Bit Longer," so I could take my place at the piano under the stage. I started to play. With that song, every memory of the past year came back to me again. I thought about touring and my brothers, and about how much you can lose if you give up. And I thought about the girl who inspired "World War III." I felt my voice catch. One tear rolled down my cheek. But I kept playing, and at the end of my song I stood up and quietly thanked the audience. Joe and Kevin joined me to take our final bow, and when I got backstage, I knew what had to be done.
Chapter IV
Got Dynamite
(Special guest Demi Lovato)
As usual, the first thing I saw after the show was Nicole Adams and Mallory Truscott standing in the wings beside the stage. I watched Nicole fly into Joe's arms, and Kevin give Mallory a lazy high-five. Joe and Nicole had been dating since last year, when they'd met back in our neighborhood in Texas. She seemed like a nice girl to me, as if my opinions mattered to Joe these days. I was lost in my thoughts again, but I was jerked back to the moment when Frankie ran up to me. "Good job, Nick," he said. Then he got caught up in the 'after-show' excitement again. I just stood there outside the crowd, and I smiled. I actually felt tired after a performance, which was strange, since the last time I'd felt that way was right before I was diagnosed with diabetes. I was in some sort of fog. Joe and Kevin passed right by me, and I heard Kevin say, "Mallory and I are just friends. Don't call me names." I sighed and walked back to my dressing room. No one would notice I was gone. Halfway down the corridor, someone bumped into me... I looked up. It was Demi Lovato, and she had that big grin on her face again. "Demi! What are you doing here?!" I said suddenly. "No, I didn't mean it that way-- I'm glad you're here, but--" Demi laughed. "I know what you mean," she said. "No need to babble about it." I hugged her, still thinking she'd probably say "where's Joe??" in about five minutes. Joe and Demi were the perfect best friends, the ones that the media picked on, and it seemed like they'd done everything together. "So seriously, what are you doing here?" I asked her. Demi had already taken my arm and was steering me back towards the semi-party backstage. "I was going to fly in as a surprise, since I've been back in Chicago, but my plane got delayed so I only just got here. I hope you guys aren't mad at me!" She smiled.
"I'm not mad at you, but I can't say the same for Kevin. He hasn't hugged you in months."
"You've never been much of a hugger, Nick..."
"I must have personal-space issues, sorry," I said sarcastically. "But as far as big concerns go, that's on the bottom of my list." As soon as Demi walked backstage, everyone pulled her into a massive group-hug within seconds. Demi never went un-noticed, no matter where she was. That was just one more thing she had in common with Joe. I lingered in the doorway, watching my brothers. Whether we do a good job or not, we always make a point of celebrating after every show. Tonight was not the best night of my life, but I was still going to try and enjoy it. I'd never had so much go wrong during a show. But I knew it was my fault-- I was late, it was my mistake. Just as everything was running through my mind, someone bumped into me. "Who else is going to run into me tonight?!" I snapped. Looking down, I realized it was my best friend, Maya Kibble. "Oh, sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to say it that way." Maya smiled. "It's okay," she said. "You look upset about something... what's wrong?" Maya has been my best friend since I was about four or five years old, and this was the third time she'd come on tour with us. "I'm fine," I said. "I just have a lot on my mind." I looked straight into Maya's eyes, trying to determine whether she understood me. Silence... I kept my eyes locked on Maya's. "Why are you staring at me like that?" I shifted my gaze. "I was just... admiring your eyelashes. Nice," I said awkwardly. Maya nodded, unconvinced. Maybe I should just explain everything to her, I thought. She was my best friend, after all. Finally, Maya spoke up confidently. "Nick, you would not just make a stupid comment like that. What's up?" I smiled in what I thought was a sweet way. "Nothing's up, I promise." What happened to telling her the truth? I have no idea. Well, too late now. "Okay, so... " I said, smiling. "Awkward." Maya laughed.
"Seriously, Nick!"
Chapter V
Hollywood
It was 11:30 by the time we got back to our hotel. I jumped out of the car, closely followed by Mom. "Here," she said, handing me a suitcase and my guitar. I sighed a little. "I know you're tired, honey, so am I." Mom kissed my cheek. I flinched, and she wiped her own kiss off. She smiled at me. I half-smiled back. On the other hand, Joe still had plenty of energy. He clapped me on my back, nearly knocking me over. As he took off towards the hotel, I muttered, "Thanks a lot, bro." I walked across the dark parking lot, keeping my eyes on the black asphalt. When I reached the lobby, Kevin was holding the elevator for me. I ran over, not saying a word to my brother. "You okay, Nick?" That question again. I pretended not to hear him. "Nick? I asked--" "YES," I said through gritted teeth. "I am most certainly OKAY." Kevin opened his mouth to say more, but I gave him a sharp look. The elevator doors opened, and I quickly stepped out into the hallway. Then I stopped at our room. It was locked. "Kevin," I said blankly. "You have the key." Kevin caught up with me, and silently opened the door. I didn't even look at him when I stepped into the room I'd be sharing with Joe. I threw my stuff down, and walked over to the window, if only to stare angrily at the sky outside. I heard Kevin close the door behind me.
Thirty minutes later, feeling slightly calmer, I changed into my pajamas. I picked my guitar up off the floor, where I had carelessly thrown it. I closed the blinds, hoping they would shut the noise of the city out. I sat down on my bed. Just as I was wondering why I hadn't felt hungry until then, Joe entered the room. I glanced at him. He smiled briefly, but didn't say anything. I leaned back against my pillows, trying to relax. Then I remembered what was wrong. "Oh gosh," I said suddenly. I jumped up, and started ripping through my luggage. "What?" Joe said, concerned. "Just a minute--" I yelled over my shoulder, tearing through the contents of a duffel bag. I shoved it aside, starting to panic. Finally, upon finding my black carry-on, I sat down, relieved. I pulled out my blood sugar meter. "Nick," Joe said slowly. "How long has it been since you checked your blood sugar?" I sat completely still for a moment. "Like, seven hours," I said quietly. "But I mean... I'm sure it's fine." I took a deep breath. I wasn't at all sure it was fine. "Oh my God..." Joe said, more to himself than to me. Testing my blood sugar had become so routine to me, but today it was really far removed from my mind. With my brother watching from a distance, I pricked my finger. I bit my lip. Three numbers came up on my meter. "One hundred and fifty." I said, still quiet. I rubbed my forehead. "That's high, Nick..." Joe said. "I know it's high," I said harshly. Joe looked a little hurt, but I didn't care. "Mom," I said, louder. Joe and I exchanged glances.
(More soon! ~Peace, Love, JB~)
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