26 February 2013
Prologue ------------
"I think of what we could have, who we could be, and I realise that I'll never be with you. Never.
Why?
Because you are THE Kyle Nyson ... Kyle Nyson!
Kyle Nyson of the band Artner. Kyle Nyson singer/songwriter, drummer, author and complete and utter hunk! Yes, I said hunk and I can when it is in the same sentence as you. You are sex god and most girls think so. So why not give it a go? With me? Yeah?
Well ... You have my address, write me ..."
That was a normal morning for Josh. Wake up, make coffee and sort through the pile of fan letters that had been posted through his door. He laughed at this one, however, because of course he knew who he was but she didn't. His real name was Josh Kyle Nyson, he'd only wanted close friends and family calling him Josh so his stage name was "Kyle Nyson" and most people knew that but not her. He wasn't in Artner, his brother was, and his brother was the drummer. Josh wrote a few songs for his brother's band but not many. And he wasn't an author, his mother was, but he got his writing talent from her. He was just a singer/songwriter, no "hunk", and not even famous. "Just plain old me" He told himself again. He didn't believe it, nope. He knew he was different by the eyes that shone back at him when he looked in the mirror. Those odd and very rare violet eyes that always stared back. Those were his best features, they'd say, but his light brown hair was long so he could cover them and he wore big glasses too. He wanted to hide them as much as possible, even when he had the increasingly rare moment of explaining that he was colourblind. His mother would joke and say that the colours he was supposed to see were all in his eyes. He was home alone again, always home alone, and never knew what to do. He always made song after song until he was too tired to play or was hungry. He wanted something different in his life. Something new. He decided that a holiday was what he needed.
Part 1 --------
Holidays with my mum were always the same. I sat by the pool reading and sunbathing while she would be out "man hunting". If she found a man then I would have to sleep elsewhere, usually by the pool, but that didn't bother me. I guess you could say I was used to it now. She had done it for as long as I could remember. I liked it though, holidays practically alone. Sometimes it was me and Mr Darcy, or whatever swoon worthy character I wanted, and we'd have a lovely holiday together.
But this holiday was different. One thing I'd like to point out is that you should never, I repeat never, walk and read ... It never goes well!
I was thirsty so instead of putting Mr Darcy down, I started to walk over to the bar reading. I had been to this same hotel many times before and knew where everything was. I was nearly at the bar when someone called out. "Hey, watch out" Of course, I carried on walking when it was me the person was shouting to. My arm was grabbed, stopping me, as my foot hit something and I jumped back. I huffed the loose strands of hair out of my face as I gripped onto my book. Looking down, a small ball was at my feet and I would've fallen and got hurt quite badly. "Be careful" The person holding my arm huffed. I looked up at him then pulled my arm away. "Yeah, thanks" I replied then walked towards the bar again, without reading. "Is that it? Yeah, thanks?" He called chasing after me. "What more do you want?" I replied, sitting on the bar stool. He sat beside me as he watched me closely. "Do you know who I am?" He asked. "Of course I do. You're Josh Nyson." I shrugged. "Is that it?" "What more do you want?" I replied, impatient. He seemed taken back by this question, as if he'd never been asked it before, then he shook his head and walked off. Weird.
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