Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

EPILOGUE

Sam's POV:

Its been four months since I've last seen Toby. Andrews gone back to college and my parents are back on their regular work schedule. Rhians been as focused on school than ever, and Grace works even harder on volleyball, but never forgetting what she's gone through, thinking of Riley every day.

I've held everything in and anyone would say I've become a different person. Until the day that he noticed and told me not to. Because he loves me how I am.

From then on I've tried. I've spent more time with my friends than alone, I've focused on my grades for my senior year of highschool, and I've given up my extra time to coaching at my past volleyball club.

Any other time I'm singing, writing new music from my feelings and experiences. I've been writing so many new songs that Gary's getting me into studios, recording and editing my words and voice.

Gary came back to me two days after they left. The last time I saw him was the time I thought it was the last. But it wasn't. For some god forsaken reason, he came back to me. And he's more of a blessing everyday.

He treats me like I'm royalty, putting extra work hours into his day to complete recordings, so by the time I go back on tour, I'll be releasing my first album.

But we don't know when that will be. Tour was supposed to start up two months ago to make up for the one that we lost so many months ago, but creators of the Fight To Tour Contest, who gave me my first chance to make it in the music industry, cheated me. They canceled the make up tour, saying that they just don't have the money, when their company is one of the most successful in the music business.

When I found out, I cried. I thought that this tour was the only way that Toby and I could be together. By then, all of my ways of keeping me up were detonated. Destroyed. Because if there's nothing to look forward to, if I'm never going to see him again, what's the point of continuing on?

That's what I thought. And it's by far the worst thoughts that have ever crawled through my messed up head.

My mom noticed, asked me what was wrong, and that's when I lost it. That's when she found out about me and Toby, and everything we've been through. She didn't make any wise cracks like what I expected out of her, she cried too, telling me that she hates seeing me like this.

And just from that, her hatred for the Fight to Tour company began. She fought with the company, threatened court, when everyone knew that our case was no good.

Gary did all he could as he always does. The night he told me he couldn't do anything else, I realized that I'm stuck for good. I told him I was done.

But he wouldn't take that. Without my consent, he went along with editing my recordings, and by the end of the third month, my first album was complete. It kicked me back into gear, and I'll never be able to thank him enough for that.

And as always with a new album, comes tour. Gary booked the shows. I was worried I wasn't good enough, that my name wasn't out there. So to bribe the people to come to me, to spread my name, we made an offer with James Campbell, the man in charge of BYE itself.

So now on the posters it reads 'Sammy Green on tour featuring Before You Exit.' With my hope restored, I was able to continue somewhat normally. Nothings normal without him.

Now at the end of month four, I stand in the same airport I stood in when I cried my heart out. I board my plane, sit beside the window next to Gary, and plug in my music. I skip through the songs until I reach one in particular, one that I'll never delete.

It blasts through my ear buds as we fly into the sunset, back to Florida. My heart as happy as California in the summer, smiling as my dream comes true, eager to feel that top down summer breeze.

***

"Where's all the taxis?" Gary asks. "I've never seen an airport without at least twenty open taxis. There's like two."

"Oh come on Gary, its not that bad. See there's one there. He's even waving to us." I point to a taxi to our far right.

"It'll be gone by the time we get there." Gary picks up his bag, struggling.

"So negative aren't we?" I roll my eyes and walk toward the taxi, weaving through hundreds of people.

"I saw you two standing there for awhile." The driver says to us. He pops the trunk open.

"Thank you." I tell him.

"Yes thank you, a lot." Gary says panting. His bags are falling out of his grasp.

"Here let me take that." The driver says, grabbing Gary's bags and placing them in the trunk. He turns and grabs mine, lifting it with ease.

"Where y'all headed to?" He asks closing the trunk.

Gary starts reading off the address of the venue that I'm playing at tomorrow night. We are meeting there tonight for soundcheck.

Opening the door, I slide into the back seat. Suddenly I bump into someone's leg. I hadn't realized that we'd be riding with other people.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see-" I begin as I look up. A smile greets me and then:

"Hey goldfish."

And I realize now that you don't create your dreams with just the touch of your finger tip. Everything in life has an impact on you, just as you do on it. Those changes become a canvas, drawing out who you are. And although it may not look pretty in the beginning, the end product is amazing.