Nick looked around at the boxes in his attic, wondering how he could have gone this long without unpacking at least some of them. At first, all he had time to do was make sure the essential items were out. But now that he had some time to organize his life, he was going to make sure he finally made this house his home.

He made his way over to a medium size box in the far corner of the room. As soon as he opened it he was glad he chose it to be the first one. Nostalgia filled the air as picture upon picture came into view. They were moments he swore he would always remember but were too soon forgotten. Thanks to his camera happy mother, that would no longer be the case.

He began sorting through the neatly packed pictures, removing the photo albums as well. He stared at a picture of him and Brian on stage, performing like there was no tomorrow. He recalled it being taken in Germany during the beginning of their careers. It was before they had the glamorous outfits for each number. In those days, they usually wore fashionable street clothes.

He started flipping through the pages of one album, spotting an old picture of himself. It was also from their early days of touring. From the looks of it, they were in Holland at the time. Who could tell? After the first year of touring, all the airports looked alike.

The more he shuffled through the memories, the more he realized that there were very few photos where he was without the other guys. There were very few pictures of him with his past flames. At time like this, he regretted it. He could almost kick himself for sending the camera away whenever he had a girlfriend. Any pictures of him with the girls were in their possession, not his.

He looked into the box, noticing that more lay towards the bottom. He reached in and pulled out something completely unexpected. It wasn’t an album or anything that would remotely be his. What he held in his hands was a beautiful flower pattern, cloth-covered book.

A small scrapbook his mother made for him? No. Was it something that didn’t belong in his belongings? Yes. He couldn’t keep making frivolous guesses. He had to know for sure what this book contained. Once he opened it, there was no turning his back on the past any longer.