The Heart of Seasons

Chapter 1: Thoughts of the Night

~Blake's POV~

“And The Voice of Season 4 is... Amanda!!!!”

Adam leapt clean out of his seat, a good three feet in the air, and screamed.

“YES! WOOOO!” Bounding up to the stage, he wrapped Amanda’s petite frame in his arms, lifted her off the ground, and spun her around. The roaring of the crowd sounded out the rest of his exclamations as they rejoiced together, Amanda crying and Adam completely ecstatic.

Blake sat there, shocked but happy all the same. He honestly thought he was going to win a third time in a row. But he couldn’t be upset if he tried his hardest, knowing his contestant, Michael, was going to get somewhere far in the music industry anyways. And there was no way he could put on a frown when his best friend was just that happy. It was impossible, like Adam’s joy was contagious to him.

Being the judge and coach that he signed up to be, Blake joined Adam, Amanda, Carson, and Michael onstage and gave Michael a hug. He turned to face the audience as Carson began speaking again, his arm around his guy’s shoulder.

“Congratulations, Amanda. You were wonderful, and deserved this very much. How are you feeling?”

She shook her head, still crying but smiling broadly. “I have no idea. I can’t believe this is really happening right now. Thank you so much everyone for all your support and thank you Adam for your help and coaching. None of this would have been possible without any of you. Thank you so much!” Carson took the microphone back and spoke to the audience and cameras while the four of them continued rejoicing.

The show went off air minutes later, and the audience filed out as the judges and Amanda went into the back to be congratulated by everyone. Blake went into his dressing room and grabbed his coat and bag, looking around the room knowing he was going to miss it. He turned around just as there was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in.”

He half expected it to be Shakira; she had been giving him quite a lot of attention the past few weeks. He figured it was from nerves. He had always been told his calm nature attracted those who needed comfort and solace.

The door opened to reveal Adam’s lanky figure, complete with his legendary grin and all. Blake couldn’t help but grin back. He and his best friend were looking to their summer fun together, as always.

“Ready for vacation to start? I know I am. How long did you say Miranda was going to be gone?” As he talked, he strolled over to Blake’s couch and plopped down, putting his feet up and his arms behind his head.

Blake chuckled at the goofball. “Adam, what are you doing? And yes, I’m ready for vacation to start. She will be gone for three weeks. A majority of June and part of July. Plenty of time for us to be idiots together. Happy? Now get outta here. I gotta say goodbye to everyone and get home. Miranda is leaving in the morning and I plan on spending her last night with her.”

Adam faked looking morbidly disappointed and Blake went over and snaked his arm around his waist, yanking him off the couch and plopping him on his feet. He was a good half of foot taller than Adam, and loved pointing it out.

“Fine.” He walked slowly to the door, then turned around when he was halfway out. “I’ll be waiting for you. Two o’clock tomorrow, my place. Better be there. I can’t have a drinking party or do inappropriate things all by myself.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing Blake to throw his head back and laugh loudly. Adam disappeared and Blake stood there a moment, staring at the doorway and shaking his head, a smile still plastered to his face. He sighed and took a step forward.