Lance stood on the on the dock watching the dark gray clouds push their way towards the shore. Everything was gone. Washed out of his life forever. He hadn’t a clue where he was going or what he would do with his life now. He knew something so perfect wouldn’t last forever. They were given fame. They were given attention. They were given a short life span.He looked out over the horizon as the memories flooded back into his head. It had been exactly five years since the break up. Five long years. This was finally the end. Lance was ready to give up on reconciliation, give up on all hope. For the long lonely years he had spent alone, he understood what he should do, what he should have done years ago while standing in the middle of that studio.
Justin had just asked his girlfriend’s hand in marriage. Joey had just married his long time girlfriend. JC was bouncing from one bad relationship to another. And Chris finally… well Chris would always be Chris. Lance walked in the small room after receiving a call to come in for a business meeting. Who knew that it would be his last. He should have known the minute he walked in what was going to happen. The last couple of singles flopped and the new album would never see past the top 50. They were number 49 and had been for the last four weeks. Sales were appalling. That’s when Lance wouldn’t let go. It was over. The group separated, never talking to one another just after a month. Lance was completely and utterly alone. He wandered around in the entertainment business hoping to find a new source of money but no one was interest.
Lance looked up at the darkened sky, a smile spread across his lips as the rain came showering down. Why was he smiling? Why did a deep laugh emerge from his mouth? What was happening to him? His arms spread about much like an eagle does before taking flight. He raised himself on the railing of the dock and lowered his head to the horizon once again. Water dripped from his face in large droplets. His green eyes glowed as his hair plastered to his forehead. His shirt clung to his cheat as his jeans also collected the down pour.
This was the moment Lance had waited for his entire life. Continuation. The rain poured down, washing him of the past, of the hurt, of the sorrow. He was stood up to the past and looked in dead in the face. In a husky whisper, “Let it rain.” Lance was forever forgotten, just like his past.
Lighting lit the sky, the thunder cracked.