Nightmare on Broadway (California Dreaming Sequel)

Chapter Ten

Oh look! Another chapter...a BONUS chapter if you will :D I hadn't planned to write this, more of a spur of the moment kinda' thing! So, not much happens, but I hope you like it, and PLEASE if this story is getting too boring, and you think I need to quicken the pace a little, please please please tell me...PLEASE! I would love to hear what you think and, hey, if you really like it, why not suggest it to your friends? 

Something else which I think is quite exciting, is that I've uploaded a prologue to a new story I'm thinking of writing. It's called 'Beautiful Silence' and it's only three pages long! If you go along to that and leave a lovely constructive comment for me (with the word llama in the comment) then I think I'll give out some prizes...I will do anything you want! Eg. Read a chapter of yours, fan you, have a nice chat with you, dedicate a chapter...anything that takes your fancy! Well, within reason of course. 

Anyway, I'm going to stop rambling now, but, have fun! 

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   “Are you sure it’s okay I’m coming too?” Henry asked, his blonde hair brushing back against his head as the wind wrapped around us, making me shiver. It was the coldest day I had experienced here in New York, and that morning I had put on various layers of clothing to prepare myself for skateboarding back from college through the park. 

   “Of course!” I assured him, trying to keep my balance as we swerved past a group of child minder’s and their prams. I reached out and held onto the back of Henry’s jacket, forcing him to drag me along behind him, making me giggle madly. 

   “Oh skateboard yourself you lazy,” he grumbled, trying to shake me off. I finally let go and quickened my pace, overtaking Henry and then skating off of the footpath and onto the grass. I immediately slowed down and bent over, taking hold of the edge of the board and jumping off it, pulling the skateboard up into my arms. “Do you actually know where we’re going?” Hen asked skeptically, forcing me to sigh dramatically. 

   “Yes, I actually know where we’re going,” I bumped into him on purpose, only for him to wrap his strong arm around me and hold me tightly to his chest. “Henry!” I complained, trying to wriggle out of his arms, but not succeeding. 

   “I can’t believe my Jia bear is going to be a producer for a band,” he whispered into my hair, nudging his nose against the top of my head. 

   “It’s not for sure yet,” I reminded him, “that’s why we’re meeting up today, to talk about things.” 

   “Sounds pretty certain to me,” he confessed, prompting another nudge from me. His familiar chuckle rang through the air and I began to smile as I remembered that I was in the middle of Central Park, with one of my favourite people in the world. 

   It still hadn’t really sunk in for me, that I was living in the most incredible city, that I was going to college in New York. I was meeting amazing people, not just Remy and Henry, but the geeks in my lectures, my classmates, who, if you looked past the pimples and pocket protectors, were really interesting people. I had been given the opportunity to meet a newly signed band, one with such potential. This was the reason I had wanted to get into the music industry, to inspire and to help new bands like this, to give them the chance to live out their dream. 

   It sounds soppy I know, it sounds like something cheesy from a storybook, but every word was true. One of the only things which had kept me sane during my breakup, during the texts and the phone calls, when I was in hospital back in England and after Gabriel had been hurt in Beverly Hills, was being able to put on a pair of headphones and escape for a little while. I suppose I owed it to music to give something back, to contribute something wonderful to this industry. Youth in Rebellion could be my something wonderful.