Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

Chapter 26

Sams POV:

I keep having a dream. The same dream but it doesn't progress any further than what I've seen before. I've seen it so many times its been engraved into my mind. Now I don't have to be asleep to see it.

Every time I see anything that resembles anything in the dream, it takes me back to it. Family pictures on the walls, Joan with her sons, and even Toby's face. They all bring me back to it. I can't stand it anymore.

I try my hardest to avoid it. I try to think or talk about something else but that's only temporary. I just want to leave. But I'll respect Joan's wishes if she's gonna let us go at all.

For most of the day we play and sing music and for the most part it calms me. But I can't help thinking that if I didn't get into the music business I wouldn't be where I am today. I wouldn't be "on tour" with three of the best guys in the world and I wouldn't have met Toby, which means I wouldn't have my first boyfriend. But if I stayed home, I would be with my family and friends, knowing they're safe. But meanwhile the guys keep me together, even if they don't know they are.

Were in the basement, all of us with our guitars while Connor's on piano. Grabbing my guitar from my bus was bittersweet. It was weird too. Its like I haven't been connected to music in so long.

It was weird being able to just walk out to my bus. All I heard was nothing. No other people outside, no airplanes in the sky, no cars passing by. Nothing but silence. It feels like were the only people left in the world.

But we're not. My family's still alive in Chicago. I have to believe that even if I don't necessarily do. My brother is away at college in Indiana so I don't know where he is. Maybe they sent all the students home or maybe they're keeping them there for safety. I don't know. I just hope he doesn't get into trouble. Same goes for Rhian. She can sometimes be stupid in stupid situations, just saying.

But for now I'm stuck here to worry my butt off for the next day and a half. And then I have to sit through a sixteen hour drive to get home. But it will probably be more. Its winter, which means in Chicago there's probably already two feet of snow on the ground while the arctic temperatures blow in your face. Gotta love Chicago, right?

As Connor plays the last notes on the piano, I bring myself back to reality. "Now what?" He asks. We've played about every song we know how to, which is a lot.

"You guys know Invisible by Hunter Hayes?" I ask.

"Yeah I just can't play it very well. Never got around to it I guess." Connor says with a laugh.

"Well then let me hop on there." I get up and rest my guitar against the wall. I take a seat next to Connor in front of the piano. I sit there for a few seconds until the first couple of notes come to mind. Once I get going, I don't have to rember anything, its all instinct. I've played this song so many times before.

When I get to the lyrics, Riley starts and I look up and smile at him. I'm so happy they listen to this song, or at least know it. When I went to Hunter Hayes's concert, before he performed this song he said it takes guts to believe in a song like this. I love this song so much. It brought me through a hard time in my life before I got into the music business. I'd listen to it all the time and I've never gotten sick of it. Its just one of those songs.

"Crowded hallways are the lonliest places, for outcasts and rebels, or anyone who just dares to be different.

"And you've been trying for so long, to find out where your place is. But in their narrow minds, there's no room for anyone who dares to do something different.