Guy keeps going back to the Bakery, every time armed with more. There was Live 2003. Live 2012 in its entirety. Glastonbury Festival. U2 records. Bruce Springsteen. Even One Direction. I heard me talking to fans, being interviewed by Howard Stern, and performing solo at 12/12/12. More festivals. Pinkpop. Rock in Rio 2011. Right now I was buzzing, more and more each time. And yet still, after all of this, I’m still stuck in square one. Nothing seems to quite work.
“I’m not so sure about this anymore, Will,” Guy says.
“We can’t give up now. I know it’s working. I can tell, he wants to come up. We just need the right thing.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“I don’t know. That’s why we have to just keep trying until we find it.” Viva La Vida is put on. I remember the tour clearly now as the opening Life In Technicolor begins, right the way through to the end of Lost?. Then Talk comes on. I always loved Jonny on this. Jonny… I wonder how he’s doing. He must have been locked away for quite some time now. I miss my dear Jon. If I could just hear him, if nothing else… It would be paradise again. Nothing else compares.
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Jonny’s POV
Chris. That’s all I think about. He could be slowly dying while I’m here, without me. He may already be with death and all his friends. All I can do to get through the days is to continue holding on to the hope that he’s still hanging on. If I could just see him, if nothing else… I’d bleed myself dry if it meant he could live. I love him so, so much it hurts. The pain just rips right through me. The world means nothing to me without Chris. He’s the one I love. Always.
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Trouble
ФанфикWhat if Jon's right? What if there was no life for me? What if it all ends with me this way, stuck, locked inside, always in my head?
