Chapter 5
Nick’s Dream
I woke up, bathed in sweat, breathing hard. I looked around my room, only it wasn’t my room anymore. My room on the bus was very small, it had a few plaques and trophies from our awards around the globe, but this room was immense, with plaques, trophies, and certificates on the walls, dressers, the floor, hanging from the ceiling. My section on the bus was painted a light shade of green, but this strange room was painted midnight blue on the walls, and the ceiling above me was painted a light purple that looked as though someone dipped cotton batting in it and swirled it around. I got up and looked down, seeing, with no surprise, that I was wearing an expensive smoky grey silk suit, with a lavender rose in the pocket. I had black dress shoes on my feet and, when I looked in the mirror, my hair was immaculate, even though I just woke up from sleep. I walked down the halls, seeing friends, family, and fans crying on each other’s shoulders. I longed to reach out to them but I felt as though I was walking behind a glass wall, I could see and hear, but not touch. I heard people whispering.
"They should have stayed awhile longer. Maybe then they wouldn’t have flipped."
What are you talking about? Who flipped?
"She swerved to miss a big truck and flipped down the ravine."
WHAT are you talking about?!?! Tell me!!!
"They’re both in ER, he had a broken neck, she had head trauma."
Who is in ER?!?!! What were they’re names!?!
"It was Kevin Richardson and...."
But it was then that I fell asleep.
If only he had stayed awake awhile longer he would have heard a female cop whisper "It was Rebecca Donaldson. They couldn’t help it. The other driver was drunk." Now a male cop, "Hey wasn’t the guy a part of that group? What are they called? BackAlley, no, BackDoor, no..." The female cop, "Nah, I think it was Backstreet Boys. They were a pop group." Then: "Something wasn’t right, I saw the printout and it said he had high traces of Rohypnol in the blood stream. He wasn’t drunk, someone drugged him. I wish we could find out who." The female whispered low, "We may be able to. I think we got fingerprints on the glass other than Kevin’s. They matched up to..."
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