He felt bad about the way things had been left but became concerned when Jen no longer answered his calls. He sent two letters, and both had been ‘returned to sender’. Surely she couldn’t be that angry with him? It was only a little disagreement. This wasn’t like Jen at all. Johnny didn’t want to read too much into things and reasoned to wait a couple more weeks. Perhaps the phone bill had not been paid, it wouldn’t be the first time. Perhaps the letters, well he couldn’t explain the letters, he didn’t want to think too much about it. He had better things to think about and thinking the worst would do him no favors. He often thought of when they were together and how happy they had been. He held on to that and knew the end result of being together was less than eighteen months away. Johnny changed into black jeans and black fitted t-shirt. He looked good, a bit dark, a bit mysterious, even gothic but without the heavy make up. He took one last brief look at himself in the full length mirror, collected his guitar and walked out onto the small stage in the well filled bar where he would be performing for the fourth night in a row.
