Radio Peace

Chap. 2/ Part 1

Chapter Two

Jada Blue

My goodness. My my goodness. My dream was standing in the same room as I. Yeah, I shared the back stage and the tour bus sometimes, but that was all business. We, however, all were chilling this particular day. It was only the second week of about eight, two months (it was I think sixty-eight days of tour…blech!), so I really hadn’t been able to have a one on one chat with Nick. But I was ready to. Way ready.

               “Hey, hope you don’t mind us barging in,” smiled Joe, with the cute smile that Aspasia loved since we first met.

               “Of course we don’t mind. Why would we?” Aspasia flirted, uncontrollably, I guess. Joey and Castello mocked her in the background. Joe went and sat on the floor next to Aspasia, and started playing black jack. Castello kind of looked mad, but him and Joey went and played guitar with Kevin. Vince and Cruise joined Aspasia and Joe in black jack. That left me with one person, Nick Jonas. Nick Jonas was sitting with me on the sofa. Scream!

               “So, can you play any instruments?” his voice was soft and sweet. Oh my.

               “Sorta,” I smiled sweetly, the half smile Aspasia always used when Joe was around. I didn’t give him the whole full answer, because that’s another flirting tool Aspasia gave me. I could hear her voice in my head saying: Don’t tell him everything he needs to know. Make him curious, be mysterious, and make him talk more. Frankly, this was all coming pretty darn easy. I wanted to hear his voice more. Was this love? It had to be. It was. I was in love. And he had only said six words directly to me (well excluding that one time he pointlessly introduces himself to me, and that one time he asked if I liked vitamin water, and the one time he thanked me for getting him vitamin water).

               “How can you ‘sorta’ play an instrument,” he chuckled and tossed his hair a little. I looked at Aspasia behind Nick (beautiful) head. She was staring with wide eyes. Her smile said oh-mi-gawd-dude-he-just-messed-with-his-hair-ah!

               “I-“I tried to hear Aspasia’s voice again, but nothing came to mind, “play the piano fluently. I play the guitar a little.” I did another sweet smile, and tried to blush. I felt the blood rush to my face, and thought, bulls-eye!

               “Piano is one of my favorite instruments. Maybe I could help you with guitar some time.”

               “That would be,” I thought again, “nice.”

               Knock. Knock twice. Knock thrice. (Is thrice a word? It doesn’t seem like one. Aspasia’s little sister Alana says it is.)

               “I’ll get it,” I jumped up at once.

               “Me, too!” shouted Aspasia, jumping up just as fast.

               “Oh. Mi. Gawd.” I whisper yelled.

               “He was sending major signals dude!” she whisper yelled back.

               “Hey you guys,” yelled Castello, annoyed, “maybe you should answer the door.”      

               We both giggled a little and opened the door, “That’ll be twenty eight thirty thre…” the pizza guy finally looked up and stared at Aspasia. I don’t think it would’ve mattered if she was Aspasia Everwood or Plain Jane, he was dazed, “I’m Marco.” He smiled.