Come Back and Sing to Me...(Completed)

“Guy, it’s Will. We need to talk. I have news I rather not share over a voicemail. Call me please, when you get back from band practice. Bye.” I left him my fifth message of the night though it didn’t matter how many I sent as he’d get them all at the same time anyways. I hadn’t got a hold of Guy since Chris and Jon had broken up our band.

-Flashback-

The tour had finally come to its final show; we had the final one here back home at Wembly. The families had all shown up to wish us luck and we were all nervous for once.

I had been wandering backstage when I came across a family room area with half of the band in it. On the couch sat Chris and Jon, sitting on top of each other eating their faces off. After not noticing me for a half a minute I decide to cough. Very fake, might I add.

Jon sprang off Chris and immediately began to fix himself up. Chris was more surprised and slowly lifted his head to look at me. He looked ashamed, I felt angry and Jon looked upset. Ready to cry almost. I had never seen Jon cry.

“William.” Chris gasped.

“Chris. Jon. What does this mean? What about your wives? The band? Our friendship?” Chris looked at me confused so I decided to explain, “You can’t possibly think we can have a band like this. And you two have wives-“

“Fiancée,” Jon objected.

“What would they think? Or the media? What would they say? You guys can’t possibly be friends like this. You can’t be in love. Not with your best friend! Its awkward.” I storm out on them, raging, hurting and wanting to punch something- someone.

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I knew in the back of my mind and in my heart there was a reason for my hatred of them but, I couldn’t ever think of it. I just worried about Guy; he had no opinion in the breakup of the band. He hadn’t even been in the band lately though. It’s been only Appahigik, for him.

I decided to call him once more at home, hoping he wasn’t ignoring my calls. I picked up the phone and dialed the number I knew so well. Finally his voice cut through the ringing.

“Hello?” I gasp but, keep myself under control.

“Guy?” I ask, he replies joking about who else would answer his phone. I end up saying we needed to talk.
“Sure Will, is everything okay?” He sounds panicked. I tell him it is and Guy tells me he’d be here soon.

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The door knocks and I burst up from my chair. Opening it up I see the small Scottish man smiling up at me, dressed in all black. He waves and follows in behind me.

“What’s wrong Will? You said you had something to tell me.” Guy nervously grabs a spot on the couch as I begin my tale. I tell him how I watched Chris and Jonny back at Wembly, I tell him of the band breaking up, I tell him of my phone call to Chloe, then I finally decide to go the whole nine yards and tell him about Applesjik. How his new band makes me hurt, how we’ve been replaced, how he’s left us for them.

Guy replies with a smile. “I know.” I shake my head, and ask him what he knows. “I know why you hate Chris and Jon. Why you broke up Coldplay. Why it’s their fault. Why you hate Apparatjik- that’s the true name Will. I know the answer to all those questions. The answer is the same for each one. And it is not forty-two. Will, it’s love.”

I merely blink at the man in front of me and give him the strangest look. “Love? Love of who?!” Guy smiles once more.

“Myself. You love me. Correct?” I think it over, everything dawns on me but, I dare not to admit it. But I dare not lie to his warm brown eyes. I instead test him to see his response.

“Love, but I am not like those two. I’m not like Chris or Jon.” He nods.

“Of course you aren’t. We all have our opinions. I personally don’t believe myself to be like that. I know though, for a fact, it doesn’t change love Will. I don’t care. I wish you were more accepting of Chris and Jonny. I’ve come to accept us.”

“Us? Who said we were together?” Guy chuckles.

“You ask a lot of question Mr. Champion. And both of know the answer.” And he was right. Guy was right. It was love.

The End.

Back to the Start (Completed)

“If you went solo, could I come with you?” Chris asked me with a hopeful grin on his face. Of course he could.

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“That’s it! I’m out of here! Guy doesn’t seem to give a care about Coldplay, now that he’s with his Abbaratidik, or what ever the hell it’s called… Phil left us a couple years ago; we can’t find anyone willing to work with us and you two… Oh you two, haven’t spoken since he,” Will pointed directly I my face, “Got married! Get over it, Chris! Your love has destroyed our band!” And with that our scary drummer- ex drummer left our studio- ex Studio. And like that, Coldplay was over.

Not wanting to look at Chris and his most likely torn up face I headed home to Chloe. The door was slightly ajar, and I heard my wife murmuring into the phone. When she saw me she immediately hung up.

“He called me, Jon. Will told me what happened,” She looked disgusted. “How are we –How am I, supposed to feed a young child on my own?! I have no job, now you know have no job, and now learning about you and Chris… I can’t do it Jon! I want out! You can see Violet on weekends, or something! I’m not living with a cheating man! Let alone a gay one! Let alone a broke, job-less one!” And for the second time today, my life fell apart.

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Three weeks later, after being evicted and going hungry, I finally decided to face Chris. I showed up in what was left of my clean laundry and very hairy around the face. I had the guts to face him finally now, after we had been caught snogging backstage back before I got married. Will had caught us. He kept it secret until it broke up the band. He had been loyal to the end of our reign.

I was going to finally tell him, we could do it. I was finally going to bring back our deal we made before both of us got married. I knocked lightly on the door, my heart beating rapidly.

“Jonny-boy?” Chris looked shocked, he as I, had not shaved in the three weeks since Coldplay split up. He hadn’t changed his clothes either, it seemed.

“Christopher. I have a proposal, some news, and a statement for you. The news, being that Chloe has left me. Left me, for my money was gone, my job was gone, and she had learnt of us. My statement, I have to say to you, is not out of disparity but, its truth. I love you, Chris.” I held his hand, and saw his eyes light up; I slowly grabbed him and pulled him toward my lips. We shared several short kisses and one long passionate one. He then whispered his reply.

“What is your proposal J?” Chris’ eyes- a dull grey from the month of stress we had- brimmed with tears.

“One day may go farther than this, but for now I have two,” I ask him to rent a place with me. Chris’ eyes dance. They brighten up, to the amazingly blue that I had fallen in love with. I immediately knew his answer. He kisses my lips and then I move them to his ear. “Let’s start a band Chris. Let’s go solo from Coldplay... Start a new chapter.”

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