it's 4:02 am, on November 12, 2002 - justin's bruise.

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Justin felt the loss for real when JC didn't call him back.

before that, he'd suspected that maybe this cd was going to put a little pressure on them all, that this break -- however needed to stop people from killing each other literally -- was going to hurt. it was gut pain, wrenching heart ache and physical, when he waited two days, then three, then a week had passed, four interviews and two photoshoots and still no word from JC.

Chris was still calling, sporadically, and showing up weird places and being very vocal about his support. it was almost worse; Chris needed to show his support, that it was no longer assumed. Joey and Lance had faded into the background, and Justin laid in bed for an hour when he realized it was two weeks to the day since he'd spent any time with them.

it was loss, a kind of loss that he hadn't felt since the last taping of the mickey mouse club, all the cast going around with wet and tragic faces. the band was supposedt o be just them, that grief wasn't going to hit them. it wasn't going to again. and yet, and yet. new cd, just him, and JC hadn't called him back, and he didn't know why. something was gone, something was gone and he grieved for it dearly.

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