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By Just 2 Dream of You
I Can Almost See the Wizard Through the Curtains
``Let's hear it for America's suitehearts. But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins. Let's
hear it for America's suitehearts. But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins, oh.''
The acoustic set ended and she breathed a sigh of relief that it went perfectly.
``And that was Fall Out Boy with their new hit, 'America's Suitehearts.' Be sure to pick up their
new album, Folie a Deux. Thanks for being here, you guys. You were awesome.'' The DJ praised.
``Thank you.'' Pete responded, the rest remaining silent.
``All right, we'll be right back, on KXKM, the Pop!'' The DJ sighed and nodded at them. ``Ok, take
care, guys.'' He left the booth and they took off their headphones. Patrick sighed heavily and stood
``What's the matter, man?'' Pete asked.
``Tired.'' Patrick yawned.
They exited the booth and were greeted by a skinny brunette, hair in a ponytail as usual and so
uptight you couldn't pull a needle out of her butt with a tractor. ``Once again, wonderful job. Now,
we've got two more to do and then a TV interview with Fuse.'' She ordered.
``Dina, how do you do it? How do you manage to...manage all of us?'' Pete joked to the brunette.
She sighed and put the stand of hair the fell in her face back behind her ear. ``I drink lots of Red
Bull.'' She sighed again. ``Now, let's go! We got two hours to get to the next one.'' She spun on
her stiletto heels and marched out of the booth.
The four shook their heads and looked at each other. ``How'd we get a manager like her? She's
so...rigid...'' Joe said patting his butt looking for cigarettes.
``I'm glad we have her. I mean, she never misses anything, she's always on call, she's always there
when you need her.'' Patrick said with a smile.
``Yeah, that's why you like her so much...'' Pete teased as Patrick blushed and hit him in the
And and Joe snickered as the two continued to argue about ``Dina's hotness.''
After their other appearances were filled it was time to settle down and get some food. They all
chose Burger King and sat outside to eat. It was a gamble that they'd be spotted by photogs but it
was worth it to be normal for five minutes.
``So, Patrick, have you given anymore thought to being vegetarian?'' Andy asked as he munched his
Patrick looked down at his chicken sandwich and swallowed. ``I dunno if I can...'' Pete and Joe had
already taken huge bites of their hamburgers and laughed together.
``That's the spirit, Patty! Stay on the dark side.'' Pete started breathing like Darth Vader and
Patrick scooted away from him.
``You're spitting crumbs on me!''
``Yeah, dead meat crumbs.'' Andy added as he stole some of Joe's real fries.
``Hey! I thought vegans didn't eat fried foods!''
``We do if we're starving!'' He stole some more.
Joe grabbed his fry box and sat it by Dina. ``Why didn't you order any?''
Andy didn't answer and got up to steal more. Joe grabbed them and soon Andy and Joe were fighting
over the fries with Dina caught in the middle.
``Children!'' She got up and sat on the other side of Patrick. She shook her head and took a bite of
her chicken sandwich.
He smiled at her briefly and took a bite of his. They both had different chicken sandwiches. Hers
was long shaped, plain with cheese and his was the chicken tender sandwich with all the stuff on it.
He wondered why she didn't eat her veggies...and how she managed not to and stay so blasted skinny!
It wasn't fair...
They all kept eating in silence until Pete spoke up again. ``So anymore ideas for our new
``Uhh...'' Joe started and took another bite.
``What about that one...?'' Andy asked.
``Oh, no, not the hotel treatment. So obvious.'' Pete sipped his Coke.
``We're never gonna figure it out...'' Patrick said as he wiped his mouth off.
``Haven't you guys ever made a video that's BASED on the song itself?'' Dina asked. They all looked
``No.'' They all answered.
``Ugh. Look at the lyrics. America's Suitehearts? I see...misery. Pain...Breakups and hotel
rooms--like you said. And...rain. Lot's of rain...''
Pete snickered. ``And it's black and white and it first pans out of a window showing a flashing
motel sign and into a room with a woman crying. And, ooh, how about an office scene with a detective
and a hot secretary?'' Dina scowled at his sarcasm and crossed her arms.
``Fine. Don't ever let me help you out with a video again.'' She pouted.
``Hey, c'mon...'' Patrick eased her. ``It sounds okay.''
``Yeah, but I see colors...Lot's of colors, like yellow, green, red...and even some dark stuff. But
mostly bright colors and...I don't know...'' Pete said in thought.
``That doesn't sound like us, dude.'' Joe said back.
``And what does? We don't have a certain theme or anything. We just are and always have been like
that.'' Pete responded.
``Well, what could we do with bright colors like yellow, green and red?'' Andy asked as he stole the
last of Joe's fries.
Pete shook his head and sighed. ``Aw, hell, I dunno. That's just what I saw.''
Dina leaned forward. ``Well, how about a circus? And you could be the ring leader! And, like, all of
you are the acts...'' She stopped when they all looked at her like she was nuts. ``Oh, fine! Just
count me out of it! I could care less about your video anyway. I'm here to manage you. I'm your
``Yeah, and you're here hanging out with us. Admit it. You like us.'' Pete said with a smirk.
She didn't know why her eyes landed on Patrick after he said that, they just did. She caught herself
and looked away quickly, but she knew they all saw because she heard them snicker. ``Why would I?
You're all so irritating!'' She threw away her trash and stomped away to her car.
They all sat in silence until Pete scoffed. ``Well...she likes ONE of us...''
``Shut up and I'll kill you.''
``Don't you mean or?''
She pulled into her garage and exhaled heavily. She put the door down and entered her house. A loud,
but tiny barking made her look down.
``Jojo!'' She beamed at the small Yorkie yipping at her. ``How's my boy? How's my boy?'' She cooed
and he spun around and stood up for her. ``Ya want mommy to get ya some food?'' Yip-yap. ``Ya want
mommy to get ya some foodie? Okay, sweetie.''
She went to the kitchen and poured out some kibbles for her small friend. He skidded so fast onto
the linoleum that he slid into the fridge. She laughed as he shook himself from it and attacked his
kibbles. She cleaned his water dish and refilled it, setting it down next to his disheveled food
She sat down at the kitchen table and pulled her hair out of the ponytail. She took off her heels
and groaned. Man, these days were just getting longer and longer. It was always like this. Radio
interview here, TV interview there, photo shoot, magazine interview, do a show, do this, do that, go
here, go there, wonder if Patrick likes her--She blinked. No, no, no! Do not get involved with a
client! ``UGH!'' She pounded her fists into her forehead and stood up. She needed a shower. A nice
She was barely dressed in her white tee shirt and jeans when the phone rang. She ran to answer it,
only because it was her home phone and only family called her on that line. The cell phone was
for...THEM. She picked it up and smiled. ``Hello? Oh, hi aunt Emma!'' She looked around as her
beloved aunt asked her how things were going. ``Oh, it's going good. I've just been real busy.''
'Are you still working with that band?' She asked.
``Yeah, it's been...eight months now, I think? Yeah.''
'And are they nice to you?'
She paused. ``Yeah...''
'Well, that's good. We sure do miss you around here, though.' And there it was. The same reason aunt
Emma always called. To tell her that they all missed her.
Even though she lived in L.A. she grew up in Kansas. Kansas was pretty and the people were nice
but...she hated it. There was nothing to do and nowhere to go. Especially since she grew up on a
farm. Sure, aunt Emma and uncle Harvey were good people, and she loved them so much, but she just
couldn't stay trapped on that farm. She wanted adventure and excitement. What she got was a mega
stressful job, following mega stressful college. There were times she missed that peaceful farm but
L.A. was her home now. She felt Jojo head-butt her leg and giggled.
'You find that funny?' She snapped back to reality.
``Huh? No. Jojo's being cute.'' A sigh on the other end made her frown. ``Oh, Em. You know I'd love
to visit but I'm so busy. I love it here in L.A.. You would too if you came to see me!''
'I'd love to but we can't leave the animals. You know that, dear.'
It was silent for a few seconds and Emma sighed again. 'As long as you're happy out there, I'm
happy. All we wanted was for you to have a good life. And you've got a good job and a nice house.
What more could we ask for?'
'I'd better let you go. Long distance isn't cheap.'
``I told you to switch companies. Why won't you?''
'You're the only one that lives long distance, honey.' Her gut fell. It was true. Her whole entire
family was in Kansas and she was in California alone.
'Okay, you take care, sweetheart. We love you.'
``I love you guys too.'' The line clicked off and Dina sighed as she turned off her phone. She
really didn't want to go back to Kansas but what was here for her really? A bunch of guys that
didn't appreciate her? She went to put the phone back in the receiver when the whole house started
``Oh, no...'' She dropped the phone and heard Jojo whimper, feeling him run between her legs. ``It's
okay, baby. We've been through this before--'' The shaking got worse and she could hear car alarms
going off and the neighbors shouting. She couldn't win for losing. On the farm they had tornadoes
and here they had earthquakes.
She picked up Jojo and ran to her bedroom to get under the bed. It was the best place for her when
this happened. She could barely walk with the quaking and tripped, dropping Jojo. ``No!'' He ran
under the bed and she stood up quickly, running to get him. ``Jojo? Baby?''
Suddenly it felt like something had set the back of her head on fire, or froze it...she couldn't
tell. It just hurt. She screamed and turned around to see something gold on the floor before she
blacked out and fell backwards on the bed.
A wet licking on her face made her open her eyes. ``H-huh? Jojo!'' She sat up and rubbed her head
with a groan. ``Aw, man.'' The shaking had stopped and she was glad for that. She picked up her dog
and smiled. ``At least it's over.'' And it wasn't as the shaking began again. ``Aftershock!'' The
shaking became violent and her whole house started to groan from the stress. People were screaming
outside and out of instinct she ran to the window to see.
They were all running and screaming from HER house. ``That's not good...'' She looked down and the
pavement was cracking under the foundation of her house. She gasped and almost choked her dog as she
watched the crack become a hole and the hole get bigger and bigger, the pavement falling into it.
``No! We gotta get outta here!'' The house fell to one side and she was flung into the wall of her
bedroom, Jojo jumping from her arms and running somewhere. ``Help! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!''
The other side fell down and shook uncontrollably. She looked to the window and watched as concrete
and dirt and grass covered the window and moved upward. She cried and slid down the wall as her
house became dark and continued to shake. ``Oh, God...it's a sinkhole...I'm gonna die--IN A
SINKHOLE!'' She sobbed and put her head in her hands as she felt the house give way more and
``Call me Mr. Benzedrine but don't let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam and...''
It was faint but she could hear it. It was them...or rather Patrick's voice; singing far away.
``Call me Mr. Benzedrine but don't let the doctor, don't let the doctor in...''
It got louder and she realized it was just him alone singing with no music. She looked to the window
and she saw a glowing light. She blinked and wiped away her tears.
``Oh, no, don't let the doctor in. Don't let the doctor in... Have you ever wanted to
Sunshine poured into her room, blinding her for a minute and she gasped as the house stopped or
something. She didn't know what had happened, all she knew was that the shaking stopped. The singing
had also stopped.
She tentatively stood up and held the wall for a minute. She swallowed and breathed as she heard the
pitter-patter of her little baby. ``Baby-doll! Hey...'' He ran to her and she picked him up, kissing
his head. She sighed and tried to look out the window but the Sun...or whatever, was too bright. She
walked out of her room and stepped around all her stuff that had been thrown to the floor. She shook
her head and tried not to cry at how much stuff was broken.
She saw light pouring in through the front door and put down Jojo. She gulped as she reached for the
doorknob and unlocked the door. She opened it and her eyes had to adjust at the new lighting. She
blinked a few times and felt her breath hitch at what she saw.
Colors. Beautiful colors is what her eyes registered at first. And then, plants and flowers, a small
pond filled with creatures she had never seen before. She stepped out and walked around, almost like
her body had a mind of its own. The ground was a hodge-podge of colors and she breathed deep as she
Her dog was right behind her and she looked down. ``Jojo...I have a feeling that I've lost my
~To Be Continued
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