The Choice Bonjovi|| Engl.

Chapter V•Bed of roses

From that day on, Jon did nothing but think about that missed conversation, certainly not knowing why he was there didn't make his mind appear clear and focused on his work..

It wasn't easy to concentrate when there was only one thought in your mind and that was nothing more than something that was certainly destructive and hurt, perhaps too much...

Anyone who didn't know what had happened couldn't know the conditions in which poor Jon's feelings poured out..
Furthermore, those who did not know could not speak without knowing the facts relating to the day before..

But Richie knew, Richie could talk, but he didn't, because he knew Jon and knew that he would never listen to him, even if talking to him would have favored his friend's logical awakening..

And June was worried, but she didn't have to know..
She shouldn't have known, because it was the singer's private life and as his employee she shouldn't have entered into it, sure they were friends, but not so much as to be able to enter into his life outside the studio..

The more he looked at that song, the more the thought took hold in him that it was so real from everything else, it wasn't right, he had been sitting in front of that piano for days, without uttering a note or a word, singing Bed Of Roses was like the realization that everything had changed...

But perhaps the time had come to face that reality from which he had kept himself away for a long time and for which he didn't want to feel bad, and so it was that after several minutes passed he began to sing the first note of that song...

Richie heard a melody and knew that it was Jon who had finally found the courage to sing that song that was now buried like everything else..

- I think Jon is composing - Richie told the group, pointing this out

- I think so, what do you think, let's go too, maybe he'll want a hand with the rest - said Alec as he headed towards the recording room

- yes but without him realizing it, let's go, take our positions on our instruments and play with him - said Tico

-I'm in,-said Richie

Yes, they didn't want them to notice them, they knew how much concentration he had and how much desire he had in that moment to be alone..

They also understood that that song was as if it were all his frustration and sadness, of something gone wrong...

And only when they arrived there, each one took a position with their instrument, ready to give life to that song made only of notes from a piano..

How many words, how many promises there were in that song and how many of them had been broken in such a short time and by a single person, who wasn't him..

Jon wasn't used to doing this with his songs, he wasn't one of those who sent barbs through his voice, but this time he felt the need to close something in his own way..
And his friends were there, to help him in the best way..

Sitting here wasted and wounded
With this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka
Still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
Think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won't make of me when I'm dead

And the words flowed quickly, like a slow motion film, every word, every sentence had something evocative, a distant memory, a painful memory that he would never have wanted to bring back to mind, yet they came by themselves, that part came by itself. .

With an ironclad fist
I wake up and French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love the truth and what you mean to me
And the truth is, baby you're all that I need

Just one blow, just one and the wound, previously healed, had reopened, it hurt, too bad, every note a stab, every word a fragment of an open wound that never closed..

I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Well I'm so far away
Step that I takes on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I give each night
To see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it's hard to get through
'Til' the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper
Baby blind love is true

One promise, just one promise and he had ruined that too...
How was this possible?
She had promised him love and had given him back a betrayal..
That song hurt, but it was him, his story, a story he never imagined he would have to tell..

And Jon realized that his friends were there with him, playing to give life to this painful song...
But every artist from their own misfortunes derives something beautiful and evocative, that is, a song that the public would like...

He had finally let off steam, he had succeeded, although despite himself, he never wanted to do it like this, but songs are born when there is the possibility..

It changes your life and upsets you, sometimes positively and other times negatively, but the music was always there and would never abandon it..

- are you feeling better - Richie asked him once they had finished playing

- I don't know yet but after it's ready I think so - Jon said

- why such a sad song and about disappointments in love - asked Alec

"Miriam reappeared in front of my house yesterday," Jon said simply

- and what did he want - asked David

- I don't know, I kicked her out before she could utter the famous apologies - said the singer

- you know that sooner or later you will have to talk to us Jon - said Tico

- yes but not now it's too early - said the frontman

"It'll all work out for you, you'll see," said Hugh

June had heard a part of the speech, but she hadn't understood who this Miriam was, but for now she certainly couldn't do it, there was no one to ask her, even if inside her, there was this curiosity...