We were finally getting closer to March third. Before the show the guys and I were going to visit my family in Jersey, like we always do when in New York. I had to call my mom on our way down. I dug through my tote bag until finally stumbling on it. I scrolled through the contacts and clicked "SEND".
"Erica?"
"Hey, Mom."
"Are you coming today?"
"Yep, we all are."
"Okay, I'm going to give you an address, I'll meet you there."
"Oh, ummm, okay then."
She told me the street name and building number and gave me vague directions. I told the guys about the little change of plans and we continued in the Jersey direction.
When we finally got to the location my mom indicated I realized what had happened. It was a rehab center. Not like the drug rehab, but the old/ sick person kind. My uncle was doing worse.
I sprinted off of the bus and into the building. Zach and the guys close to follow. I signed us all in and went to the room my mom told me. When I found it I took a sharp breath in. There was a walker in the door way. A walker, that meant that the cancer had gotten even more worse. Zach was right behind me and urged me to go in. I took an uneasy step inside the door.
"Zizi?"
"Yes, who's there?"
I walked deeper into the room. He was lying on the bed and he saw me. His eyes teared up and he lifted an unsteady arm up, out toward me, reaching for me. I ran over to him and hugged him. After a few moments he pulled away.
"I've wanted to see you for so long, Zizi Mario."
"I missed you," he commented. He noticed the band in the doorway, aside to me he said, "Who are they?"
I sat down at the end of his bed and explained everything. He smiled and was happy for Zach and I. He then apologized for never hearing one of their songs. That's when it hit me. I excused myself and went to find the activities director.
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I carried Nathan's and Cameron's acoustics in and brought them up the elevator. Then I helped my Zizi to the elevator and we went up a floor. I found a seat for him and made my boys stand in front of the assembly of old folk I gathered. They were a bit nervous but I hugged them for luck and confidence. They sang A few of their songs and a bunch of covers of the songs the old guys would know. I sat on the flood next to my uncle and smiled at them.
In the middle of the performance I turned to look at my uncle and he was smiling, he seemed out of pain. Not only did the guys of Allstar Weekend cure my pain but they helped the old timers as well. They have this amazing aura around them all the time and they are a different kind of healing and happiness for everyone. I glanced around the room. A few old ladies were inching their wheelchairs toward Cameron and Michael. This one old guy stole Nathan's guitar to try and remember how to play. And Zach was in the middle of a mean duet with this cute little African American man named Clayton. I couldn't help but laugh. After the performance we played BINGO with the people there. Michael called the numbers, need I elaborate?
When we were leaving because my uncle was tired Nathan was chased by a little old woman, she wanted to play with his hair. Michael was sweet talking this blue haired woman and Cameron was discussing basses with an old man who was in an underground band for all his teens and twenties. The nurses couldn't stop thanking us for our visit while we were walking out. The day was so nice, and ended even better with an amazing concert in New York City.
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