The lights finally go out and screams fill the room. I quickly turn towards the stage to see them walk on. I notice that he's wearing a long black robe and that his ragged dreadlocks cascade down his back. I can see the depths of his soul in his face. The music starts up as he flies into a fury of emotion. Then the tragic song comes up and he prepares for a greater rage. He pours his heart and soul into this song. Then half way through, the painful memories finally break his fragile heart as he rushes off engulfed by tears of agony. The crowd is worried and concerned as the rest of the band runs off after him to console his tormented heart. They know what is happening and so do I. Then I think of my imaginary friend whose consumed by his troubled past. I wish I could be there to help ease his pain, to cry with him, to be a friend to him. I say to myself, "You can get through this, Jon. We're all here for you," as if he were by my side. A couple minutes of confussion drag by. They seem like hours. Then I hear the screams yet once again. I look up in excitement. To my amazement, I see him standing there, ready to go on. The music starts up and goes at is again. A tear streams down my face because I am happy for him. I know his is stronger now. I know how much pain he has endured. He is my imaginary friend. I am a friend he can trust in, who is always there for him. A friend he can confide in.

-Sarah T. 6/7/00

I wrote this story because of the song "Daddy". He has inspired me greatly. My life is not bad at all and I know the people whose lives are. I would like to thank Jon for expressing his pain to us and saving many of our lives. I think, for many people Jon is their imaginary friend too. Jon is a savior and I really hope he knows that. And if any of you reading this have a bad life, I am so, so sorry and I pray every night for anyone whose life is bad. I am praying for you. Again I wanna thank Jon for helping us, his fans.