*the whole story is in the pov of Ross*
I wake up in complete darkness. Obviously it's not time for me to be awake so I look at the time. "3:00 am" I say softly to myself. I've been waking up in the middle of the night lately so this isn't a surprise to me. I keep having these dreams. Dreams about my fans or so I thought they were fans. Every dream starts off at a concert or meet and greet. But then instead of fans in the crowd holding up signs that say "we love you Ross!" Or "R5 rocks!" They say "we hate you Ross!" and "Ross cut your hair" and "R5 is ruined because of Ross!" These are the things I see as comments on Instagram or replies to my tweets. They usually don't get to me but in these dreams they come to life and it's unbearable. I tell myself I should get back to sleep. I toss and turn for 10 minutes slipping in and out of sleeping. There's no hope for me to fall back asleep so I go downstairs. The living room is freezing so I get my blanket my mom made for me and get comfortable on the couch. I love this blanket. It's covered in planes with a yellow background. I turn on the tv and start flipping through channels."Austin and Ally" is on. I find it weird watching myself on tv so I turn of the tv and grab my book on planes. A fan gave this to me. I smile to myself. These are the fans I love...the fans that actually love me. As I read my eyes get tired. By now I could fall asleep anywhere. I set the book on the coffee table and close my eyes. I just fall asleep when I hear a loud noise that wakes me. Startled, I look up to see Rocky through the window. He must be heading to the garage to work on music. I now realize the noise was him closing the door before he left the house. I'm fully awake now. I jump up and run out the door. I follow Rocky to the garage. He doesn't notice me until I walk in after him. "Hey...were you behind me the whole time?" He asks. "Um I was just on the couch and saw you come out and decided to come." I say He looks at me confused and says "Oh. You were awake?" "Yeah bad dreams." I reply. "So let's start a song!" I say to change the subject. Rocky starts telling me about a conversation he had with Riker about writing a song for the fans. Something to really show them what they mean to us. Right now, our fans are the last thing I want to think about. Because lately I haven't seen any of the nice fans like the one who gave me the plane book.
I know they're out there and I want to give back to them but every time I think of our fans the dreams pop into my head. I'm considering if I should tell Rocky about my problem. I don't know what to do. I figure I'll let Rocky do some lyrics when he says "So I think you and Riker should do most of the lyrics." I'm actually ok with this for now because that means now we don't have to do the lyrics because Riker isn't up. He should be up around 5:00 or 5:30. That's when the whole band wakes up to work on music. I look at the clock it's 4:45. We don't have much time but for now I'll help Rocky with the melody. Then someone opens the door......it's Riker.
