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Photographer in the Park	By : NutsAboutHarry Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Joshua Bell Views: 1770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Joshua Bell (Do you think I'd be writing fan fic about him if I did?) the following story is TOTAL FICTION the prouct of my extraordinarily overactive imagination. No profit of any kind is made from the writing and publishing of this story!

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A/N: I have named this chapter 'Home Again'

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Touring whilst single sucked.

It really did.

After his third encore at the last concert of his latest tour Joshua Bell exited stage left, Stradivarius Violin in hand and headed straight for his dressing room in the bowels of the Staples Centre in Los Angeles. George his latest personal assistant poked his head around the door of the room as Josh loosened the bow hair and put his precious violin back in its case.

‘Great show tonight J you killed ‘em’ he said brightly as his boss wiped over his prized possession with a lint free cloth.

‘Hmm’

‘Hmm?’ George said in surprise his eyebrows disappearing into his swept aside fringe ‘what’s up? You’re normally buzzing after a show like that man. Three encores! You haven’t done three encores since Paris’

‘I just want to go home’ Josh grumped putting his violin inside its silk bag and knotting the ties carefully ‘I’ve been on tour for six months and had it with hotel rooms’

‘Man you need to get laid’ George said handing a bottle of water out to his boss ‘you’ve been on tour for longer than this before and not been as fed up. When was the last time you got any rumpy pumpy?’

Despite his foul mood Josh couldn’t help but laugh at his PA’s use of words.
‘None of your damn business’ he said gratefully accepting the water ‘thanks’

‘Dude we’re in L.A there are loads of girls about go down Sunset Boulevard and I’m sure you’ll find a chick to show you a good time’

Josh rolled his eyes.
‘I am not hiring a prostitute!’ he said dryly ‘I just need an Advil and a bed I’m exhausted. Why are you so damn cheery? Did you and Amy get it on last night?’

The look on George’s face said it all.
‘Yes I know you’re nailing my violist’ Josh said with a grin.

‘B-b-but h-how?’

Josh rolled his eyes.
‘Because you two can’t be discreet to save yourselves’ he said ‘and women talk. It’s the talk of the entire strings section’

‘Ah shit’

‘Don’t worry I don’t mind’ Josh said with a chuckle zipping up his violin case and padlocking it securely ‘as long as Amy turns up to rehearsals and you do your job I don’t care if you bang a bag of carrots’

George laughed.
‘Nah veggies don’t do it for me’ he said ‘I’m serious about getting laid though I reckon a good roll in the hay would help relax you. What happened to you and Lisa?’

‘She texted me when we were in Paris and dumped me’ Josh said ‘she said she didn’t want to deal with me being away for another six months’

‘Ah shit I’m sorry man’ George said sympathetically ‘that sucks. No wonder you’ve been sin a shit mood for so long’

‘Yeah well I’ve had reason to’ Josh said as he went to unbutton his black dress shirt ‘sorry if I’ve been an asshole to deal with the last few months’

‘Na y’alright pal you’ve had reason to’ George said as Josh headed for the bathroom at the end of the room ‘I still reckon a good lay might help clear your mind though’

‘Yeah well it might but I’m not paying anyone for it and I haven’t had a fuck buddy since before Lisa and I got together and that was ten years ago’ Josh said pulling off his shirt and throwing it in the direction of the nearest chair.

‘Someone will come across your path J I’m sure of it’ George said confidently picking up his bosses shirt ‘who knows she or he if you’re desperate enough might be just around the corner’

‘Ha ha’

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Ignoring his touring induced exhaustion Josh took the first flight from LAX to J.F.K the following morning his precious violin in tow. Immediately he felt the familiarity of home wash over him and despite yawning every thirty seconds smiled as the Taxi took him into the guts of Manhattan and to Gramercy Park the inner city gated community he had lived in for nearly fifteen years. He paid the driver then got out and made his way into the community arriving at his apartment just as his housekeeper Maria a little old Italian lady was leaving.

‘Oh Meester Bell you home!’ she said cheerfully kissing him on each cheek ‘you finish da tour?’

‘Yep Maria home for the rest of the year now’ Josh said walking through the door.

‘Miss Lisa be with you?’

‘No, Lisa and I are no longer....together’ Josh finished hesitatingly ‘she won’t be coming by anymore’

‘Aw you no worry some pretty lady cross your path soon’ Maria said confidently ‘you handsome man Meester Bell. You no be lonely for long’

‘Well I hope so’ Josh said ‘I’ll see you next Wednesday alright?’

‘See you then Meester Bell!’ Maria said cheerfully giving him a wave.

Josh gave the woman a wave back and shut the apartment door behind her locking it and slumping against it. The deafening silence enveloped him and the crippling loneliness that had been nagging at him since receiving Lisa’s text message three months previously crashed over him. He slid down the door to the floor and let the tears flow.

Josh cried so hard his stomach started to cramp. He wiped at his eyes furiously and forced himself to inhale and exhale steadily the pain in his gut slowly fading.

‘Oh for chrissakes Bell pull yourself together man you’re forty two damn years old stop being a fucking cry baby!’ he said forcefully scolding himself.

His blackberry began ringing shrilly.

‘Fuck!’ he cussed pulling the device out of his pocket so see the caller I.D flashing ‘Mom’ ‘Hello?’ he added with a croak.

‘Josh?’ Shirley Bell said in concern ‘honey are you alright?’

‘Oh I’ve felt better’ Josh groaned ‘but never mind me how are you?’

‘Don’t mind me’ Shirley said dismissively ‘you don’t sound yourself what’s wrong?’

‘Nothing everything’s fine’

‘Bullshit’ Shirley said shortly.

The shock of hearing his mother swear made Josh sit up.
‘Bullshit?’ he said ‘Mom you never swear what’s up?’

‘I’m trying to find out why my only son is lying to me’ Shirley said ‘Josh honey you were never a good fibber what’s up hon?’

Josh inhaled deeply and exhaled in a rush.
‘Lisa dumped me’ he said finally.

‘Oh honey I‘m so sorry’ Shirley said softly ‘when?’

‘Three months ago’ Josh said thickly another lump forming in his throat ‘when I was in Paris....by text’

‘Right in the middle of your tour?’ Shirley exclaimed incredulously ‘by text? I thought you two were tying to make a go of it for Josef, Sam and Ben’s sakes?’

‘Yeah I thought we were too. ‘I don’t want to wait til you get home I’ve found someone else it’s over. I want the boys to be in your life but as us goes finito’ Josh said paraphrasing the message that was burnt into his memory ‘I flew in from Los Angeles this morning and have been home fifteen minutes and I can tell all her stuff is gone even from my vantage point on the parlour floor’

‘What are you on the floor for?’ Shirley asked in concern.

‘Just felt like a good place to be’ Josh said.

‘Joshua David Bell you’re bullshitting me again’ Shirley said in a warning tone ‘have you been crying?’

‘I was going to ask her to marry me Mom!’ Josh said more tears leaking out of his eyes ‘I’d even bought the ring! She was due to join me in Spain that weekend. She’s the mother of my kids for fucks sakes!’

‘I think the way she ended things is repugnant’ Shirley said an edge creeping into her voice ‘have you heard from her since?’

‘Yeah once to say she’s left the key with the doorman’ Josh said sniffing loudly ‘I haven’t got it yet I came in the back way. When I've been in touch with the boys they've been at Maria and Angelo's place’

‘D’you want to come home for a while?’ Shirley asked ‘you’ve finished touring’

‘Nah I’ve had enough of travelling and flying for the moment’ Josh said ‘I haven’t slept in my own bed for six months. I think some alone time just to play and compose will help clear my mind’

‘I’m not entirely convinced Josh’

‘You’re my Mom, Mom’ Josh said dryly ‘you’re not supposed to be convinced’

‘Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid’

‘I’m not going to kill myself Mom!’ Josh yelped.

‘Josh....’

‘Okay I promise I won’t do anything stupid’ Josh parroted ‘but I will get drunk. I brought home some genuine Russian vodka. So Russian I can’t read the label’

‘Well I can’t blame you wanting to get drunk just don’t put yourself in hospital’ Shirley said dryly ‘you may be forty two years old but I’m still your Mom and I will smack your ass’

‘Jeez Mom three swear words in one conversation’ Josh said ‘I might put out a press release ‘Shirley Bell cusses’

‘Oh ha ha ha’ Shirley said dryly ‘apart from the thing with Lisa how did the tour go?’

‘On a whole it was brilliant’ Josh said ‘one of the best I’ve ever done. I was recalled for three encores last night at the Staples Centre’

‘Congratulations!’ Shirley said happily ‘that must’ve been a buzz for you’

‘Yeah it was’ Josh said ‘how’s everything back home?’

‘Good good Rachel is pregnant again, that’s why I rang. She came over last night to tell me’

Josh felt his insides lighten considerably.
‘Oh that’s great’ he said happily ‘so I’ve got to be the cool uncle to what’s this one now the ninth one?’

‘I will be yes’ Shirley said.

‘Thanks for not asking me when it’s going to be my turn to pass on the Bell genes again Mom’ Josh said after a long minute of silence.

‘It’s not appropriate in the light of your news’ Shirley said kindly ‘why didn’t you tell me when it first happened?’

‘Because I was in denial’ Josh answered truthfully ‘I only told George last night. He said that explained why I’d been a total asshole the last three months. Then he suggested I cruise Sunset Boulevard to hire a hooker’

‘You didn’t I hope’ Shirley said.

‘Of course not Mom I’m better than that’ Josh said ‘I just need a decent sleep and to leave my Strad in the vault for a couple of weeks’

‘Joshua the Strad and making music with it is your life you can’t put it away for a couple of hours let alone a couple of weeks’ Shirley said in dry amusement ‘if you put it away at all I’ll eat my hat’

‘This time might be different Mom at least for tonight’ Josh said ‘I haven’t been this exhausted ever!’

‘Well you’ve been bottling up your stress by the sounds of it’ Shirley said ‘have you been working out?’

‘No haven’t had the time with the tour’ Josh said ‘I might resume running in Central Park tomorrow morning though. Maybe some fresh air will help clear my mind’

‘Smart idea’ Shirley said ‘if you change your mind you’re more than welcome to come home for a while there’s always a bed for you here you know that’

‘I’ll definitely come for a visit once I’ve relaxed from the tour’ Josh said.

‘Before Thanksgiving I hope’ Shirley said dryly.

‘Yes Mom definitely before Thanksgiving’ Josh said ‘that’s two months away I’m not going to stay away that long. I’d never hear the end of it from you or Rach’

‘You’re her favourite brother Josh of course she’s going to be at you to come home more often’ Shirley said ‘though I do think her students at school nag her to get you in too. You were a bit hit last time you went there’

‘I’m her only brother Mom’ Josh said in amusement ‘Well I’ve got the time to teach a few classes now with the tour over maybe teaching little kids is just the thing to distract me’

‘It just could be you never know’ Shirley said ‘or you could give lessons on your own accord you used to do that quite a bit and that kept you busy’

‘Well I have nothing in particular planned job wise for the rest of the year so maybe I’ll do that’ Josh said thoughtfully.

‘Well given your personal life at the moment I suggest keeping busy is the best strategy’ Shirley said.

‘Is this Momma Bell or therapist Bell talking?’ Josh said dryly.

‘A happy combination of both hon’ Shirley said with a chuckle ‘but mainly Momma Bell’

‘You’re not half obvious Mom’

‘Yeah well with my children I am’ Shirley said ‘I’ll leave you to unpack and rest up. Don’t get too drunk will you? Promise me that’

‘I promise’ Josh said in a sing song voice rolling his eyes.

‘I know you rolled your eyes Josh’ Shirley scolded affectionately ‘you’ve inherited my obvious genes’

‘Goodbye Mom’ Josh said pointedly ‘we’ll chat soon alright?’

‘Sure thing honey take care’

Josh hung up and exhaled loudly dropping his phone into his lap. He then got to his feet and one by one dragged all his bags into the bedroom. He then returned to the kitchen to retrieve a shot glass.

‘Here’s to the future Bell Boy’ he said toasting himself upon returning to his bedroom ‘it’s sure as hell got to be better than the past’

Josh bolted down the first shot of vodka and quickly followed it with two more pausing only to let the burn of the alcohol passing down his gullet to subside. It was then he made a decision.

He was staying single.

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