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(AN: Ok so here's another attempt at a good story. I hope you guys like it! It's not like Dear Howie, even though there are letters in the story.)


Dear querida,

I pray that one day I will be able to give these letters to someone someday. Someone who will hopefully love me for me, god knows I haven't met anyone like that since we were still singing on street corners.

My last girlfriend seemed to have a great animosity for my fellow band mates. Why? (I have yet to understand.) Thank the lord I finally saw through her extremely bad personality and dumped her. I also thank God that my friends were supportive of me while I was moping after the arduous break-up, even though I know that they were ecstatic. Obviously they had an distaste for her as well.

Oh well, I guess my agenda is too full to have a girlfriend.

That's a lie!

The others have girlfriends, even wives! (And I’m supposed to be the ladies man!) Maybe I just have to decide what I want in a girlfriend, and settle for nothing short of my requirements. Yeah, that's what I’ll do!

1. She should be smart. Able to have a conversation with me, and not just let me carry on a one-sided discussion like a buffoon.

2. She should have an unselfish personality. Caring, sweet and funny.

3. Beautiful, inside and out, with an aesthetic way of looking at life.

That's all I really want in a woman. What every man basically wants, but it's so hard to find those characteristics now that our fame has amplified over the past two years.

The other guys are getting worried about me, I can tell by the way they look at
me. I've been distant with everyone lately. When they tried to broach a conversation with me about it, I just told them I was fine, and walked away. I know the guys don't believe me... hell I don't believe me.

So all I can do now, querida, is dance, sing and smile for the audience and brace myself for another lonely night, that always awaits me.

(As always) Hopefully yours someday,
Howard Dwaine Dorough


Serena put the letter back safely in its place, and gathered her cleaning supplies onto the cart. She glanced once more at the letter that went to the very bottom of her heart.

'How can a man like that be so lonely inside?' she thought to herself. The empathy she felt making her eyes well up with unshed tears, blurring her vision as she pushed the cart towards the door of the hotel suite.

She stood there a moment more, then she suddenly shook her hear. Scolding herself for reading the personal belongings of a stranger. Serena made a note to herself to go to church after work to be absolved.