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    Well, it has now been 5 years since I've seen my best friends. I'm now a 23 year old head RN at a New York City hospital. I moved into an apartment with my sister, Emily, who wanted to get some more experience as a singer. Joe, of course, would also be 23 now, but a lot had happened for both of us since that last time we saw each other. I had kept on eye on the tabloids and the news headlines to see what was going on in the life of my best friend. Not long after I had left, Joe had gone through his very public breakup with Taylor Swift and then the boys began filming their first movie, “Camp Rock”. Then he began to date his co-star Demi Lovato. But that relationship didn't last long, and soon all the headlines were talking about was how he broke her heart and now she was in rehab. I knew that couldn't be the whole story. I mean, I knew my friend, didn't I? Or maybe he had changed more than I realized in the 5 years since I'd seen him?

    One day, after I got off of my shift at the hospital, I stopped by the nurses station to clock out when one of my fellow nurses, Julia, who was leaving at the same time I was, said to me,

    “Hey, weren't you friends with that band, what were they called, Jonas Brothers?”

    “Yeah, but I haven't seen them in about 5 years, why are you asking?” I asked.

    “Well, I've been a fan of their music, and I found out that they're doing a comeback concert in Radio City. And well, I won a pair of tickets to the show and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me. I thought maybe you'd like to see your friends again,” she told me.

    “Sure, I guess I would like that, I mean, I haven't seen or talked to them in 5 years. I don't even know if they remember me,” I said to her.

    “How could they not remember you? You were best friends with their family from the moment you were born, weren't you?” she asked.

    “True, maybe they will remember,” I said.

    The concert was the next day and Julia and I lived just on the outskirts of the big city. We commuted into the city every day to the local hospital and rode the subway home until we got to her stop which was 5 stops before mine. When I got off the train, I walked up the steps and down the block to our apartment building. I went up the stairs for our 5th floor apartment, let myself in the door and immediately said to Emily who was sprawled on the couch trying to write a song,

    “You know what Julia told me she won, today at work?”

    “No, what did she tell you?” Em asked.

    “She has tickets to a certain comeback concert at Radio City,” I told her.

    “Whose concert? Whose is it, Bri?” she asked me.

    “Wow, it's been a long time since anyone called me that,” I thought back several years.

    “Oh, that's right, the last person to call you that was Joe, wasn't it?” she remembered now too.

    “Yeah, he was. And that's who the concert is for, Joe and his brothers. The Jonas Brothers are back in the music world,” I finished.

    “And Julia has tickets to this concert?” Em asked, “Do you know how many she has?”

    “Yeah, she said she has a pair of tickets to the concert,” I told her as I moved closer to her to see what she was trying to write, “I'm guessing you're not having much success with that songwriting, are you?”

    “No, I'm not. Brianna, you were always the better writer between the two of us, would you try your hand at songwriting for me? If I ever make it big one day, I promise I'll give you full credit for the songs,” She was almost begging. Finally I agreed and told her that I would try to come up with something for her. As soon as I finished saying it, my Iphone rang. It was Julia.

    “Hey, Brianna,” she started, “I just found out that I'm not going to be able to go to that concert, but there's no reason why you can't still go. So, why don't you take both tickets I had and take your sister instead? She would have known their family too, right?”

    “Yeah, she did and she'll be thrilled when I tell her,” I said.

    “I'll stop past your apartment later tonight to drop the tickets off to you,” she finished.

    “Thanks,” I told her, before we both hung up.

    When I told Emily what Julie had told me, I was right. She started squealing and jumping around the room, finally saying,

    “We're finally going to see them again, Brianna. Do you think they'll remember us?”

    “I don't know, but I'm going to my room to see if I can get this idea for a song for you out of my head and on paper.”

    So I sprawled out flat on my stomach on my bed with my notebook and a pen starting to write some ideas for a song. As I was writing down this verse of a song I was calling “Firework”,

 

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag

Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin

Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

 

    My phone rang. When I checked the screen, it showed a name and number that hadn't called me in 5 years. I pushed 'answer' and said,

    “Nick?”

    “Hi, Brianna,” he said back, “I know you're probably wondering why I'm calling since you and Emily haven't seen or heard from us in years, but we miss you. And...”

    “And you need something, right?” I anticipated.

    “Yeah, actually it was partly Mom's idea to call you. She doesn't exactly like Joe's choice of girlfriend right now,” he said.

    “Oh, and she thinks that I might be the only person to talk some sense into him,” I understood.

    “Yes, she does,” Nick said, “So, where are you exactly?”

    “Emily and I live in New York City now,” I told him, “but we actually have tickets to your Radio City comeback concert tomorrow night. Why don't we meet up afterwards?”

    “Ok, I'll send Rob out to bring you backstage passes later tonight,” he told me.

    “We'll be waiting,” I said, “Oh, and maybe it would be a good idea if Joe didn't know yet that I'm coming.”

    Nick agreed and we said 'goodbye' and both hung up. Soon after Julia stopped by and gave Emily the tickets. I could hear her thanking Julia for them. While I was trying to pen the rest of the song I'd started, I was scrolling on my phone to find out exactly who Joe was dating that Denise didn't like. I discovered that that girl happened to be famous model Blanda. From what I was reading online, I could see why Denise might not like her, but of course I wanted to hear from everyone involved the actual story instead of relying on the internet. While I was doing this, our doorbell rang again.

    “That'll be Rob, Em,” I called out to her, “Nick sent him with backstage passes for tomorrow night.”

    She answered the door, took the passes from Rob and stood there talking to him until I finally appeared out of the bedroom and he said to me,

    “Hi, Brianna, it's been too long since we've all seen you.”

    “I agree, but I guess the boys have been very busy lately,” I said.

    “Yes, they have, but they always had time for you before you moved back east, so I don't know why they didn't try to keep in touch. However, Mrs. Jonas asked me to tell you that she can't wait to see you again. And to say that the whole family is worried about Joe.”

    “I know, Nick expressed a little of that worry when he called me. I can tell you I certainly wasn't expecting him to call me after so long. But I'll certainly see what I can do to help. I sort of did a little web surfing, he's dating that model, right? What's her name, Blanda?”

    “Yeah, well, I better get back. They're probably still getting ready for tomorrow night. You know, it's been awhile since they were on stage as a band. They're a little nervous that the fans won't like them as much anymore. It'll be good for them to see two of their close friends in the audience.”

    “I hope so, and I don't think there's really anything to worry about with their fans. They still love the boys as much as they ever did.”

 

Narrator's POV

    And with that, Rob left and headed back to the venue to meet back up with the boys who were just finishing up and ready to head back to the hotel. When he got up to their floor, Kevin was peeking around his and Dani's door waiting. When he saw Rob, Kevin came out and said,

    “Nick told me what you were doing. Did Brianna agree to come backstage after the show?”

    “Yes, she and her sister are coming,” Rob answered, “of course, as Nick may have told you, Joe doesn't know yet that she is coming either to the show or backstage after. So, it's probably better if no one tells him yet.”

 

Brianna's POV

    I went back to the song I was trying to write for Emily and finally came up with these lyrics.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag

Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin

Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

 

Do you ever feel already buried deep?

Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you

'Cause there's a spark in you?

 

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

Just own the night like the 4th of July

 

'Cause baby, you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go, oh, oh, oh

As you shoot across the sky

 

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colors burst

Make 'em go, oh, oh, oh

You're gonna leave 'em falling down

 

You don't have to feel like a waste of space

You're original, cannot be replaced

If you only knew what the future holds

After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed

So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road

Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow

And when it's time, you'll know

 

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

Just own the night like the 4th of July

 

'Cause baby you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go, oh, oh, oh

As you shoot across the sky

 

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colors burst

Make 'em go, oh, oh, oh

You're gonna leave 'em falling down

 

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

It's always been inside of you, you, you

And now it's time to let it through

 

'Cause baby you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go, oh, oh, oh

As you shoot across the sky

 

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colors burst

Make 'em go, oh, oh, oh

You're gonna leave 'em falling down

 

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Chapter End Notes:

Credit for the song Brianna writes for her sister goes to Katy Perry!

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