(Completed) What happens when New Kids have a bus crash while on tour. Well it happened a year ago and one member isn't coping well with the aftermath of the accident. Jordan has now blocked out any memories of the crash including any memories of th...
I open the door to the room I was meeting up with you guys. There were all of you looking at me with stern faces. Even my own brother looked like he wanted to deck me too. I am too hung over to care. I don't know how I even got up this early this morning. I normally sleep until after noon. The more I sleep the more I don't face the day but need the drink to keep the nightmares and pain at bay. I stumble into the room. There was a huge sigh and eye rolling throughout the room.
"Jordan you have a problem. We are all here to help you". I look around this room for this so called Jordan guy "C'mon be serious Jordan". I glare at Donnie.
"How many more times have I got to tell you that Jordan is no more? I am Jay now". I clench a fist and I shake with anger.
"This is what we need to talk about" replied Jon "Either you are too drunk or extremely pissed off. We can't work with you at the moment".
"You are always at our throats for something. Everything sets you off. We can't deal with the pressure and stress of it. It is really upsetting the balance of the group" replied Danny.
"We don't know which Jordan we get each day. We wonder which one will turn up. Whether it's Drunk Jordan, Angry Jordan or Teary anxious Jordan" said Joe.
"So we have decided to give you an ultimatum. You get help or you are permanently out of the band" said Donnie coldly.
"Is this what you all think?" I demanded. I'm seeing red now "WHATEVER". I walked out and slammed the door.
"That does it, I am going to personally drag his ass to counseling" replied Jon getting up and leaving.
"Guys I think this is it for the band. Jon will go if Jordan doesn't sort himself out. I can't see the future with just three of us" Joe said sadly. The rest of them all look at the door.
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I somehow remember this day and that meeting. Afterwards Jon dragged me to see a doctor. He also personally dragged me into the therapist's office. I smiled at remembering that image. Well he dragged me there after he gave me a black eye but I gave him one too. We both looked like we did a round with Mike Tyson. That was embarrassing going to see the therapist like that. So I was diagnosed with depression, anxiety and PTSD. I am on meds, counseling and AA meetings. Music is my life without it my life is nothing.
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