A/N: My first drabble challenge! Here we go. By the way, I'm going to call him Boxer throughout the fic. It's probably not his real name, but it's the closest we're gonna get it looks like. Plus, I hate "Blue." Seriously, how un-creative is that.


001: Introduction

"I will always find you…"

Paper Boats was his favorite song. He knew every word by heart. It was the first song he heard her perform, and every second she spent singing captivated him. He had heard of the great Red through friends and various posters pasted about the town, and decided to attend a show at the Empty Set. He stood among the enormous crowd, listening intently as her beautiful voice reverberated off of every corner of the hall. He found himself getting lost in her effortless vibrato and flawless runs, unable to even blink as she sang. As if his legs had minds of their own, they moved him forward one step at a time, until he was only a few rows of fans from the stage. Then, it happened.

Their eyes locked, and time stopped. He was sure it only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. He couldn't explain how he knew, but he was sure she must have felt everything he felt in that moment.

I have to meet her.

When the show came to an end and the last of the crowd began to disperse, he began seeking a way to introduce himself to her. He circled around to the back, where security was surprisingly sparse. He came to a dimly lit hall beholding several doors. One of the doors was labeled "Red," and he could almost feel that she was behind the door. Steeling himself, he took a deep breath and knocked three times.

"Come in." That beautiful voice. It was her.

He opened the door to see her facing a lit mirror, removing her earrings. He noticed her heels were tossed into the corner, as if they had been kicked off almost immediately after entering the room. She glanced at him in the mirror, her sky-blue eyes widening. Ever so slowly, she turned around to meet his eyes.

"…Hi," she said, softly.

"Hey…" Damn it, he hadn't thought about what he would say to her. He cleared his throat. "Um, I just wanted to say, you were… amazing tonight. Oh, I'm Boxer, by the way." He held out his hand.

She took it and smiled warmly. "Red."

"Oh I already knew that," he chuckled.

Still smiling, she breathed, "I think I remember you. Seeing you in the crowd, I mean. Were you in the middle, a few rows back?"

She remembers me? "Yeah! That was probably me. I may have cheated my way to a spot closer to the front." She laughed.

"I guess that means you liked my performance!"

They talked a while longer before he decided it was time to let her go. "Sorry, I've used up a good deal of your time," he apologized, though he wasn't really all that sorry.

Her eyes glittered. "Oh, don't worry about that. I liked talking to you."

"So did I. Anyway, I'll get out of your hair." He turned to leave.

"Wait!" He stopped. "Will I see you again?"

He smirked. "I'll be at every show."

And he was.