I opened my eyes to the first rays of the morning sun, I frowned and covered my eyes with my arm, groaning due to my ever growing headache I felt the mattress moving and a female hand plastered all over my chest. For an instant I was alarmed then I opened one eye to peek at the other inhabitant of the bed, I see a head of blond straight hair, but I can’t see her face because she’s got it buried in the pillow. I removed her hand from my chest and tried to set up in bed, I felt my head spinning but soon remembered that I kept painkillers in my pants pockets. Once located and in the while getting a glass of water from the bathroom tap, I took a look at myself in the mirror and tried to remember how I got in this room.
12 hours earlier
“Good night New York city, you’ve been awesome as always”
Stepping backstage hearing the fans cheering I make my way to my dressing room, had a shower, grabbed my shades, water bottle and hid my bottle of whiskey in my messenger style bag. I moved with my entourage to my tour bus waved at the screaming girls while trying to avoid as much underwear as I could but no such luck, they’ve got really good aiming skills.
Once on the tour bus, me and the band went to our usual hang out, a quite bar where we can have a bit of fun, I grabbed my whiskey bottle and let it take its permanent place on my mouth. I stepped into the bar with my friends and we ordered the usual.
Whiskey
Then I noticed a blond girl by the bar who kept stealing glances at me, I made my move and not so long after –somehow- I made it to her place. The usual sex and no foreplay happened, more whiskey and a water bottle and here we are….again.
Present time
That’s the story of my life, My name is Nick Jonas and I am an addict.. Actually no I am not I mean It’s understandable with the kind of pressure I am going through I need an outlet but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I have a problem. I want to change and go back to the way I was before but I lost my sense of life I guess, everything tastes and smells and looks like everything else, Bland.
Nothing excites me anymore; I can’t even enjoy making music or the fans. I lost who I am, everything that I stand for. I’ve let the fame and fortune break me when I promised myselfthat it wouldn’t but its okay
It’s just a phase.
The ringing of my phone broken through my thoughts as I was making my way into the elevator, I look at the caller ID and I see it’s my manager –Kevin- sighing I cleared my throat and tried not to sound like I have a hangover
“Hello”
“Where the hell are you?”
“Out. About, how about you?”
“I am with the record company you know in the meeting that you are two hours late for”
“That was today? Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
“I DID tell you, every day for the past week but of course you were drinking again”
“Don’t say it like that, you make me sound like I have a problem or something”
“You DO”
“I am fine”
“No you aren’t, you’ve been surviving on nothing but water and whiskey”
“It’s just a phase”
“Eight months on this state isn’t not a “phase”, Nick”
“Whatever, I am on my way to the meeting now”
“Forget it! They already left and they took the tour with them the media has already been notified that it’s cancelled for health reasons, they are giving you an ultimatum Nick either you get yourself together and pull yourself out of this crap or you kiss your contract goodbye”
“They can’t do that”
“ Well they did. your popularity with your record company and the media is going downhill. You do need a change of lifestyle that’s not a way to live and you know it.”
“ What do you want me to do?”
“ Listen, there’s a facility I know it’s quite—“
“ NO, I am not an addict”
“ You need help”
“ I know what I am doing, I don’t need a bunch of shrinks telling me what to do”
“ Well what do you suggest, genius?”
“ I’ll think of something”
“ your mother called again” he said sighing
“ What did she want?”
“ She said she wants to see you.”
“How was she?”
“ Find out yourself”
“ You aren’t suggesting going home are you? I know you aren’t saying that Kevin”
“ It might do you good, it’s been years since you last saw them”
I sighed then said “ I’ll think about it, goodbye Kevin”
Upon reaching my place and was in the process of getting some sleep, after a while of tossing and turning I gave up and got to thinking about what Kevin told me about going home.
It’s been years. How will they react around me? I don’t want to be swarmed with fans and the likes I am supposed to be going back to my roots to get a fresh new start, to pull myself out my own mess. At least that’s what I am hoping to achieve. I felt sleep finally overwhelm me with my last conscious though that I am actually going to do this,
I am going home.
