Blinded by Love

Blinded by Love: Chapter 2

    “Blind?!” Joe questioned, in shock. I was still standing there, completely stupid and infatuated with her. I had a dumb, idiotic grin on my face. I knew I did, I could feel it. MY heart was still skipping and beating so damn fast. Kevin was kinda blushing, and apparently felt stupid for his ignorant comment about her not recognizing us. Of course she couldn’t you moron, she cant see you! I love the fact that with out even seeing us, she could totally own him!

    I snickered a bit, before we went on stage, and I had an all new respect for her, and respect for what it is we do. It was weird, one single meeting with her, and I was looking at everything differently, literally. Appreciating the sunlight, the view of our fans, the view of my guitar, and being able to move around and jam out.

    When our set was over, we bowed, and headed off stage. It was amazing, the little things I always took for granted. The signs the fans write asking me or one of my brothers to marry them or just saying I love you! I always hate those, think they are childish and inappropriate, but now, I almost appreciate being able to just SEE them.

    When we arrived back at the hotel the first thing I did was dial the number Cindy gave me and toss myself to my hotel bed. I grabbed a pillow, hugging it tight to myself as I heard it ringing in my ears.

    “Hello?” Cindy’s voice said. I smiled brightly and chuckled a bit.

    “Hey Cindy,” I said, “It’s Nick Jonas, can I speak with Jennifer?!” She laughed nervously and I heard shuffling and then that voice.

    “Hello, Nick,” Jennifer said, softly.

    “Hey, how are you feeling?” I questioned. She giggled softly.

    “Finally know about me huh?” she responded. Answering a question with a question. I hate that.

    “Yeah, I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, “Ya know, that your blind..” Smooth jackass. Real smooth. Duh she knows.

    “Don’t be sorry for me,” she said, “I am not sorry for myself. I enjoy being blind.” Enjoy it?! Is she serious. Okay, I had to hear this.

    “Enjoy it?!” I inquired, confused.

    “Well, yeah,” she exclaimed, “I mean think about it, the sound of music is so much more defined if you are not concentrating on where your fingers are, or sheet music. It’s so much more pure when it’s just your heart and soul on that stage. I mean, not to mention, being able to feel so much more. Feeling the sunlight, warm breezes, everything so simple you Sight-Able people take for granted.” Okay, it’s official. I think I just fell in love with her. She was so passionate about music, and the way she spoke about it, was so addicting to me.

    “Wow, i guess I never though of it that way,” I said, “I kinda wish I knew how it felt.”

    “Most of you don’t,” she said, “People are so busy feeling sorry for me, they don’t wanna get to know me, or what I am about. Just like you with your Diabetes...” I was in shock that she even knew.

    “You know about that?!” I asked. She laughed, and loudly at that, suddenly making feel stupid.

    “Well, yeah, I googled you when I got back,” she said, “Well Cindy did, and read it to me. I am very inspired by your story, diagnosed so early. But I truly appreciate the way you use your star status to get the word out and do some good! It;s truly incredible.”

    “Oh, Jennifer, believe me, you are way more inspiring than me!” I said, softly.

    “Why, Nick Jonas,” she said, with a giggle, “Are you flirting with me.” I chuckled a bit, and thank god she couldn’t see me, because I was lying on that hotel bed, gripping that pillow like it was her and if I let go she’d run away. I closed my eyes, as I felt the blush creep over my cheeks.