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Thanks........ I am working on a new one now. I think I have been possessed by a writing demon........

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Chapter 6 World's Apart "So how is it going with Angela?" Will asked. "Fine," Jonny said. "How many times have you been out?" "Three or four," Jonny said. "I thought you weren't going to call her again," Guy said. "I didn't call her," Jonny told him, "She called me." "Whew," Guy whistled. "Way to go Jonny boy," Will said. Jonny stood up. "Don't call me that," he said. "Chris always calls you that," Will said, defensively. "I know," Jonny said, "But....but I don't like it. I don't want you calling me that either." "Okay," Will said, "Sorry." Jonny realized that he needed to calm down before one of them got suspicious. "Forget about it," he told Will, "I'm just not sure what to do about Angela and I've got a short fuse." "What do you mean?" Will asked. "I can certainly tell you what I would do about her," Guy said. Will and Jonny both gave him a dirty look. "Sorry," he said. Jonny turned back to Will. "I'm not that interested in her," he said. "She's beautiful," Will told him, "What's the problem?" Jonny shrugged. "I don't know," he said. But he knew the problem. Angela wasn't Chris. And all he wanted was Chris. "Lots of guys would kill to go out with her," Will said, truthfully. "I know," Jonny said, "I keep telling myself how lucky I am. But there's just no spark between us." "Ah," Will said, "That I understand." "You do?" Jonny asked. "Of course," Will said, "You can't create chemistry. It is either there or it isn't." "That is true," Guy admitted. Jonny sat quietly thinking to himself. "You can't deny its existence either just because you want to." Chapter 7 World's Apart The snow was flying all around Chris as he walked through the central part of Red Square. The magnificent multi-colored onion domes of St. Basil's Cathedral looked down upon him. How appropriate that he was walking by the cathedral named for the “holy fool.” The imposing red brick walls that protected the Kremlin were a stark contrast to all the brilliant white of the snow. The steel-grey of the overcast sky seemed to set them both off. Chris was the lone figure walking in the square that morning. The temperature hovered around -6 degrees and the wind was blowing at a brisk pace. But Chris was not cold. He had a scarf around his face and warm gloves. He had thick leather boots and an insulated parka. He had been walking for hours. More than once he had been stopped by Moscow policemen on patrol. They were now used to his routine of walking and walking and walking. Now they just smiled and waved as they passed. Back at his hotel Chris stomped the thick crust of snow and ice off his boots before he went into the lobby. The hotel clerk smiled at him with kind eyes as she handed him his room key. "You are very brave to go out on a day like this," she said. "It is Sunday," he told her, "I always walk on Sundays, no matter where I am in the world." "Ah, you are a man of consistency," she said, "I can appreciate that." "Thank you," he told her, "You are very kind." He took the key and started for the stairs. "Wait," she told him, "You are in luck today. It seems we have hot water." Chris smiled. "That is good news," he told her. Upstairs in his room, he filled the bathtub with steaming hot water and got in. There was no such thing as a shower in Moscow. He immersed himself in the water and let it warm his frozen bones. The heat and the steam slowly seeped into his skin and he was sweating before he knew it. Just like Jonny, he thought. All these years he was just there. Just being his good-natured, solid self. Just being supportive and kind and thoughtful. Just being helpful and sweet at every turn. And then one day Jonny was so much a part of Chris that it was impossible to tell where one started and the other began. That was the day that Chris realized he was in love with him.

Apparently, so I am.:laugh3: Okay... Going to put it up now.

Thank you for your kind comment. I have the whole story if you want. I just didn't want to overload the place.

You should try one of those little SanDisk external drives. They are smaller than a tube of lipstick,they hold an incredible amount and they won't scratch like CD's do. I have two of them and they are great. And your pictures are wonderful. I practically lost my breath at that first black and white one.

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Open Your Eyes was extraordinarily beautiful. I was seriously tearing up at the end. You did a great job. And Guy is happy now.:)

Someone else can write it. I am taking a break from writing. Did you check the fanfiction thread again? Something on there for you.

Maybe she is both. We won't ever know now, will we?

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Chapter 6 Searching Guy was sitting on the floor of the instrument room just slowly picking out notes on his acoustic guitar. He always played the acoustic guitar when he felt sad or depressed. The mournful way the notes sounded seemed to give him some comfort. He hummed a little to himself as he sat there alone, strumming. "It's so ironic," he thought to himself, " I am a member of this hugely popular band. There are websites devoted to us.There are photos threads and fanfiction threads devoted to us. Why am I sitting alone? Twenty-thousand people a night worship us at our shows, but not one of them cares who I really am? They talk endlessly about how cute my ass is or how I make a sex-face when I play the bass....yet they think that is all I have to offer." He hung his head and stopped strumming as tears began to form in his eyes. Several of the tears fell onto the guitar and slid down it's polished finish, making a little puddle by his leg. Guy heard the door of the studio open. "Shit," he said, "Who can that be?" He quickly wiped his eyes on the tail of his shirt and stood up. When Chris walked into the room, Guy was pretending to tune the guitar. "Hey," Chris said, "What are you doing here?' "Just hanging out. What are you doing here?" he asked. "I am on my way to a meeting and I forgot some papers," Chris said. "You are on your way to a meeting on Saturday night?" Guy asked. And then he laughed at himself. "Of course, you are," he said to Chris, "You are always working." "Something the rest of you could stand to do more often," Chris told him, as he gathered up the papers and went out the door. "God," Guy thought to himself, "Stop feeling so sorry for yourself. He almost caught you." Suddenly the door swung open again. Chris came walking in with a confused look on his face. "Were you supposed to meet somebody somewhere tonight?" he asked. "Yeah," Guy said, suspiciously, "Why?" "There was a girl," Chris said, "She gave me......." Guy threw down the guitar and ran out the door. He ran into the street and looked both ways. There was no one there. He walked back to the door of the studio and leaned on the frame, dejectedly. "She gave me this note," Chris said, handing Guy a small blue envelope. "Thanks," Guy said, as he took it. He opened it and read: "I went to the pub tonight. I saw you waiting by the tree. I had no idea you were so handsome. I had no idea you would have such kind and beautiful eyes. I knew that I could not meet you because you would probably be disappointed. Remember this: The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told; I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart, With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart." Guy recognized the words as a poem they had discussed. He said them aloud without needing to read from the note. Then he just stood in the doorway and stared into the black night. The End

Holy Crap!!!!! Thank you......... That woke me up at the end of the day.

Chapter 5 Searching Guy showed up early on the night they were scheduled to meet. He knew it was silly but he didn't want to risk being late. He paced around nervously. He lit a cigarette and started to smoke it. Then he put it out, worrying that it might not make a good impression. Then he remembered that his computer friend already knew that he smoked. He clenched and unclenched his fists and his jaw as he walked a trail in front of that tree. He sat down on the bench. Then he stood up. He leaned against the wall of the pub and tried to look cool. That didn't work either. He saw a beautiful blonde girl walking toward him. "Hello," she said, "Do you have the time?" "Sure," Guy told her, "It's 7:45." "Thanks," she said, smiling brightly and walking on down the street. "Oh no," he said, "It's 7:45. That's fifteen minutes past the time we were supposed to meet." He looked after the blonde girl. "I bet that was her," he said to himself, "And she walked on because she was disappointed." He sat down on the bench and thought about what he should do. A pretty little brunette sat down beside him. "Hi," she said. Guy wondered if she was the one from the computer. "I'm just waiting on my boyfriend," she said, and smiled at him. "Oh," Guy said. She wasn't the one either because shortly she jumped up and ran to meet another guy. Guy looked at the clock on the wall of the pub. Maybe his watch was wrong. It wasn't. The clocks' hands now showed eight o'clock. So this was it. He was being stood up by a computer date. "How ridiculous," he thought to himself, "How did I get to be so pathetic?" Guy turned around and started walking back to the studio. He would go there and play some music to make the pain and embarrassment go away.

Good!!! I am looking forward to it.:wink3:

Chapter 4 Searching Guy began to look forward to checking his e-mail. This person that he was communicating with seemed like a real find. They had in depth e-mail conversations about religion and art and science. They quoted Yeats and Dylan Thomas poetry to each other. They told each other stupid jokes. They sent each other cute pictures of baby animals. They told each other family stories about their childhood. They told each other deep dark secrets. Guy even confessed to having a crush on a young man that he once knew. He could never have admitted something like that to any of his other friends. He felt comfortable just being himself. He felt.....content. That was a real shock to him. He had never been content in his whole life. He always felt like he carried the weight of the world on his slim shoulders. Now he felt he shared the weight with another living soul. But that was just the problem. Guy began to fear that this person, whoever it was, only existed in his mind. Finally, he got up the nerve to ask this person if they could meet in person. There was no response. Guy's e-mail went silent except for the usual ads claiming that he had won the lottery and offering to send him a sample of Viagra for free. He didn't know where he went wrong. Guy fell back into a deep depression. He really felt a loss deep inside. The missing piece that he thought he had found was now missing again. And it hurt. Two weeks later he was thrilled to receive another message from the mysterious person. It seems they had some trouble with their computer and finally had to buy a new one. Guy was relieved. It wasn't something he had done after all. His messaging friend agreed that they should meet. Guy wanted to make it a public place. They agreed on a pub around the corner from the studio. They agreed to meet exactly at 7:30 under the oak tree at the entrance to the pub. Now, Guy just had to get up the nerve to show up.

Ohhhhhhh......... Chapter 3 of Open Your Eyes..... So.......poor Chris.....Poor Guy...... Guy loves him too, doesn't he???

Holy Crap!!!!!!!! Open Up Your Eyes!!!!! Fantastic......Incredible..........Indescribable............ I need a cold drink............or a splash of water in the face...........Or maybe just to go read it again..... WHO IS IT????????? I am dying to know..............

Yes, he does always look so sad. It really is too bad. Someone like him should have a special person in his life.