Cowboy Diaries - a Jon Bon Jovi fan fiction

45: Break

3. January 1993, Sayreville

Jon's POV

It was nearing sunset time, but still there had been no sign of Richie again. He had promised to give us all an update about how it went, but since his call that came in an eternity ago, telling us he arrived at the location, there had been no further life sign. I bet he had just forgotten it, wouldnt be the first time. But still I was slightly getting worried.

Everyone knew that mountains could be dangerous, especially with bad weather conditions. I didn't even want to imagine what could've went wrong. I already started to blame myself, having been the one to come up with that idea, even though I didnt even know what had happened, if something had happened at all.

Dorothea noticed my nervous state, she tried to comfort me, but this time it didn't really help. I just had this feeling something just wasn't right. All this uncertainity was driving me crazy.

"Why don't you call the other guys?" she suggested.

But I wasn't in the mood. Usually I was always the only one who worried about anything in that band. All the other ones were much to chill for my taste, I bet they had even forgotten by now what Richie had been up to today.

Instead I tried to ease my mind by watching football, then I decided to go to bed early so I could at least stop worrying while I was sleeping. Of course that didn't work. I often had to concentrate and listen while sitting in bed, thinking I might have heard our phone ringing. But of course, there was nothing. I only settled down as Dorothea joined me and so basically forced me to stop worrying and to go to sleep.

Richie's POV

"We can go for like another mile, but if we find no better place we have to settle down here. Even though I don't know how I'm supposed to do this, the wind is just way too heavy today."

That was exactly what no one of us wanted to hear, we all had set our minds on getting the video shoots together today, and nothing in the world would bring me up here again.

It was scary to say the least. The helicopter twisted and turned, as if it was just a silly feather, it was almost impossible to gain control. I was just thankful that Larry, our pilot, was so experienced, any other way we would've crashed a long time ago.

As we continued to fly around in the freezing winter air, I watched Wayne as well as Larry and some people of the filming crew turn more and more desperate. It was apparent that no better place would come anymore. And that meant, I had to go down there.

"You don't have to do that Rich." Everyone assured me.

But as long as it was possible I would try it. I didn't want to have done everything in vain, it had been a hell of preparation work to make this possible, and I knew how much Wayne wanted it too. But as I looked at him, I knew that nothing would be getting him outside today.

"Alright, if you really still want to do this, our only option left is the parachute. You remember the instructions?" Larry asked.

I was just shaking, why the hell I decided to do this? But as long as he didnt turn the idea down, I trusted him as an expert that this was a possible operation.

I only had used a parachute once, on an off-show day in Brazil. The feeling had been incredible. And in the end it hadn't been half as scary as I had imagined. But this situation was entirely different.

We were on top of an enourmous mountain, with temperature climbing way below zero and the wind blowing full-speed in unpredictable directions. And I didn't only need to get myself down, I had to carry my guitar with me. And that was only the first of my tasks. We still had to get useful shots and somehow I needed to be picked up again.