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This Is All A Dream
By Reesa Mercy

 


I can't believe he did it! I thought he was just joking but he actually did it! That's definitely the last time I let him read any suggestions that our crazy fans send in.

I remember sitting at the computer one morning reading some fan mail. When I got to one of the last ones, I just had to call him in so he could read it too. He laughed when he finished and said that it was a great idea. I laughed at him, thinking that he was joking.

I found out a few months later that he wasn't joking. He had been dead serious. He wrote a quick email to the fan, thanking her and promising her that he wouldn't forget her if it worked. He grew a goatee, claiming that it made him look more professional and respectable. I just thought he looked funny.

When he finally told the guys and me that he was set on joining, we fully supported him. We put Avenged Sevenfold on a temporary hiatus and traveled around the country with him. We made posters and hung them around every city we went to. We kept our fans constantly in the loop through our band's website.

Each night we helped him prepare for another debate. We were constantly working together to write another speech. Every once in a while, when everything got to be too much, we would break out our instruments and play a few songs. After a few of the debates, we would put on a little concert for the people there and all the people watching at home.

He had a lot of critics constantly trying to put him down. They claimed that what he was doing was just a publicity stunt and he wasn't serious about it. Those comments hurt him because doing it was the most serious he's been about anything other than the band. Now, he wasn't an extremely sensitive guy, but he was sensitive enough to allow himself to cry on my shoulder when he heard what people were saying. I did the best I could to comfort him and make sure he was all right. I mean, he's my best friend and his sometimes-questionable sanity is important to me. He made me swear not to tell anybody about those nights when he snuck into my room and cried on my shoulder. I obliges to his request to secrecy. I wouldn't have told anyone anyway.

Finally the big day came. The five of us stood in a live, dressed in our best suits. He stood next to me, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He looked like a little kid waiting for his mom to give him some candy. The grin he was wearing looked big enough to split his face in half. I put my hand on his shoulder hoping to calm him down. He squealed excitedly and I couldn't help but laugh. Just before his self-control disappeared, the winner was announced.

“All right. The votes have been tallied and we have the winner!”

Another squeal escaped his lips.

“The new president is-”

I sucked in a breath and held it, crossing my fingers. I felt the rest of the guys hold their breath and he tensed next to me.

“James Sullivan!”

We all jumped up, cheering excitedly.

“Holy-” Jimmy shouted, but stopped himself before the profanity escaped.

I turned to him, smiling wide. “Congratulations. How does it feel to be the President of the United States?” I asked.

“Amazing!” Jimmy yelled.

“Mr. President. Mr. President, may we have a word with you?” some news reporter called.

Jimmy nodded and headed over. Matt walked up to me, smiling and shaking his head.

“I can't believe that they actually made him president. We must have more crazy fans than we realized! Jimmy, of all people, President! But I'm excited and proud at the same time,” Matt said.

“Listen, I guess the country's lucky that it was Jimmy. Imagine if it was Johnny. He'd probably make a national day of sex and a national day of alcohol. Damn alcoholic horndog,” I answered, laughing at the thought.

Matt laughed with me. Just then, Johnny walked over to us. He stared back and forth between our faces and tilted his head to the side.

“What's so funny?” he asked.

Matt and I looked at him. We turned back to each other and when our eyes met, we started laughing harder. Johnny got annoyed and walked away. I had to grab my sides and bend over. I was laughing too hard and the pain in my sides was making it hard to breathe.

We went back to California that night. We told Val and our families the good new. Val wanted to celebrate, so she took us to Johnny's Pool Hall and we proceeded to party. We partied hard. Jimmy was shitfaced in two hours.

Jimmy left for Washington DC a few days after that. The guys and I stayed in California and just hung out. We tried writing a few new songs, but it just wasn't the same without Jimmy. We couldn't even play because we all missed our drummer too much.

*****

Jimmy must have been living in the White House for a good month and he still hadn't called us. We were worried that we lost our drummer and best friend forever. I was giving up hope that I would ever hear from him again when he called my house. I picked up the phone after two rings.

“Hello?” I said.

“Dude! It's me, Mr. President!” Jimmy chirped.

“Hey, Jim. How are you?” I asked.

“I'm good. Listen, I called for a reason.”

“And what would that reason be?”

“Well, I'm living in the White House and I found all these extra bedrooms that need to be put to use, and, well, I've been missing my best friend,” Jimmy said.

“Okay,” I muttered.

“Dude, you're the only one who isn't here!”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean almost the entire band is here. You're the only one who's missing. Matt even brought Val and I invited Candice, she's the fan who suggested that I run. They're all unpacking as we speak,” Jimmy said.

“How long are they staying there?” I asked.

“Four years. Maybe eight years. Dude, they're living here with me. I want you to come here too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I couldn't have done this without you. So pack your shit and get your ass here!” Jimmy exclaimed.

“When do you want me there?”

“I have a plane waiting for you at the airport. Whenever you're done packing, go there and hop onboard!”

“All right. Let me go pack then!” I said, smiling.

“I'll see you soon,” Jimmy said excitedly.

We hung up and I ran around my house grabbing shit that I would need. I packed up my entire closet and my miniature shoe collection. My photo albums and favorite books. I threw the contents of my entire medicine cabinet into a bag and grabbed my favorite shampoo, conditioner and body wash out if the bathtub. I went around my house a few times making sure that I had everything I needed. When I was positive that I did, I loaded my bags into my car and drove quickly to the airport.

There was a man in a black suit standing in front of the airport holding up a picture of my face. I grabbed my bags and went over to him.

“Jimmy sent for me,” I said.

The man grabbed my bags and led me to a plane. I got on and he put my bags in the storage area. A couple of minutes later, the plane was in the air and I settled back for the trip to Washington DC.

When I arrived, I was led to a black limo and driven to the White House. I was surprised that Jimmy didn't paint it black or purple yet. As we drove down the driveway, I just so happened to glance at the lawn. There in the middle of a sea of green was a giant death bat made out of purple and black flowers. I figured at that point that Jimmy hadn't been allowed to paint the White House, so he had the death bat put in instead.

I was hurried out of the limo and into the house. The man in the black suit led me to a giant wooden door and left me there. I raised my fist and knocked on the door loudly.

“Zacky, is that you?” I heard Jimmy call through the door.

Before I could answer, the door opened and I was met by Jimmy's smiling face. He pulled me into a tight hug and squealed just like he had the day he was elected. He pulled back and held me at arms length.

“Look at you!” he said. “You don't look any different!” He started laughing and I heard the laughs of my other band mates coming from inside the room. Jimmy ushered me into the room.

“This is the Oval Office,” he said.

I looked around. I knew that I had seen pictures of this room before, but the walls were white. I was standing in a room that had purple walls with black, teal and green splatters. I playfully shook my head. This was so typical of Jimmy.

I don't think the country has any idea what it had gotten itself into. Jimmy as President? That was something I never thought would happen, but apparently I was wrong. Sometimes, I decided, some fan mail should never be shared.

A/N: So this is just an idea that I've been toying with for a while. I always wondered what would happen if Jimmy was elected President. That almost sounds like fun, though.

Read and review. Tell me what you guys think. I wanted to see how many other people wondered what would happen if Jimmy or any of Avenged were president.

 

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