Something Like Fate [WattyAwards2011]

chapter 6

Josh’s POV

I stepped out of the limo and was instantly blinded by the bright summer sun.  After pulling my shades over my eyes, I headed around to the trunk where the driver was already unloading my luggage.  Kevin was still inside the car packing up his laptop and guitar.  He does some of his best work on the road.

“Thank you sir,” I said to the driver, as he grabbed the last of my bags out of the trunk.  We were in Orlando Florida for the summer.  The band had just finished touring and we were all given the summer off.  For inspiration, our manager had said.  I hadn’t been able to write a decent song since the concert at the Pepsi Center back in May.  That girl with her big brown eyes and long brown hair had messed with my mind.  I hadn’t even spoken to her but she took my breath away and ever since then I’ve been in a slump.

I heard a car door slam pulling me back to reality.  Kevin walked up to where the driver and I were standing and slung his arm over my shoulder, “Alright little brother,” he said smirking, “are you ready for the best summer of our lives?”  This was going to be great, two full months with no responsibilities.  Just me and my brother hanging out, doing whatever we wanted.  There were no early morning interviews or late night concerts, no deadlines for songs or photo shoots for our next CD.  Just sun, surf and sand.

We paid the driver then grabbed our luggage and headed up to the house we had rented for the summer.  It was small, just two bedrooms two bathrooms, a kitchen and sitting area, but that was all we needed.

After unpacking and exploring the house, Kevin and I decided to explore the small town.  We hadn’t been to our home town in over four years.  We were technically in Orlando, but it was a small community so we weren’t directly in the busy city.  My brother and I couldn’t really do anything too public anymore unless we wanted to be attacked by mobs of screaming girls, and since we were from here my parents decided this was the safest place for us to go.

When our band got signed, we had to pack up and move to New York where our record label was located.  At first our parents were reluctant to move, and because we were all still teenagers at the time and had school, it was hard to convince our parents it was the right thing to do.  Now, we are way more famous than any of us could ever imagine.

“Where’s your head at Josh?” asked Kevin.  We were walking through one of the side streets in town, trying to find the beach.  Kevin was way too attentive.  He always noticed the little things, I guess that can be a good thing sometimes because it gives me someone to talk to when I need it. 

“I had forgotten how much I missed this place,” I told him truthfully, “we haven’t even been back since we moved four and a half years ago.”

“I’m glad we decided to come back, we are going to have so much fun.  The people are polite, the foods great and there’s excellent night life.”

We turned the corner onto the main street and were almost run over by a girl on a bike, “Hey!” she shouted at us, “watch where you’re going!”  She continued down the street we were just on and didn’t look back.

“I take that back,” said my brother, laughing, “The people aren’t as polite as I remember.”  I joined in his laughter. 

We were soon in front of a small cafe.  THE cafe where our band was first discovered, Alana’s Cafe.  “Wanna go in?” I asked Kevin.  Maybe we could go and try out some of our new songs.

“We need to keep a low profile Josh, at least for a little while.  And anyways, it’s what?  Like 11:00 in the morning?  Its way too early for us to perform and have people actually enjoy it.”  Kevin was right; we couldn’t just go around singing for people.  If we wanted a bit of privacy we had to act like normal people and not go flaunting ourselves in people’s faces.