Joe had gotten used to not be taken seriously. Not that he could complain because half of the time he is always spouting nonsense. Yes, what he said was amusing but at times, his brothers/band mates needed some nonsense-free time to clear their head. The peace of the mind is the utmost important agenda in their lives. With their hectic schedule, there is no wonder that the Jonas Brothers needed a sanctuary.
Due to that, Joe’s nautical nonsense was usually ignored. Joe couldn’t care less until…
“I’m dead serious here guys,” Joe said while sinking into his bean bag. Kevin gave him a look and then resume to his book. Nick shrugged.
“I can feel somebody watching us all the time. It kind of scared me,” Joe exclaimed.
“Joe, everybody is watching us all the time. We’re performers. People watch us perform,” Nick said slowly as though he was afraid Joe couldn’t comprehend if he spoken too fast.
“I know about that. It’s just it felt different the way this person watches us,” Joe said.
Kevin sighed and placed his book on the table. They jumped a little when the bus went over a hole on the road.
“Joe, I think you’re getting paranoid. There isn’t some weird ninja following us if that is on your mind,” the elder Jonas said. Nick nodded in agreement with his eldest brother.
Joe sighed, knowing he couldn’t convince his brothers.
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“OMG, did you hear? The Jonas Brothers is making a special appearance here in the mall next month,” a girl to Chelsie’s left shrieked.
“I know, I am so going to be there,” another girl screamed. Chelsie rolled her eyes. She walked into Starbucks and got a cup of coffee. She walked all the way to the back of the shop and settled in a seat hidden well from other’s field of sight.
Suddenly, a loud-pitch scream was heard. Chelsie winced. She looked out the window and saw the pair of girls earlier with another of their friend with them. Their friend seemed to have shown the girls some fliers. Then, the first girl fanned herself with her fingers and said loud enough for everyone to hear (even in Starbucks), “They’re picking someone to go on stage with them?”
Not interested a bit, Chelsie returned her attention to the magazine she was reading and took a sip of her mocha.
--
Joe felt it again. When they were performing, he could feel that someone was looking at them. Of course, he knew their fans were looking at them (“Thanks for the obvious point, Nick,” Joe thought). The stare he felt was something else. He knew the stare wasn’t from their fans. It’s not directed to them, it felt more like the stare was directed on them.
Joe couldn’t exactly explain what he felt and obviously his brothers wouldn’t believe him even if he could put it into words. He shrugged the thought off and sang to their fans.
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“Chelsie, where were you all night?” Michelle asked over the sound of the television.
“Out with friends,” Chelsie told her mother.
“Just call next time, Ok?” Michelle said and switched off the television. She had sat up all night worrying about her daughter.
“I will, sorry Mom,”
