Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight- I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.

"Aren't you even going to tell him goodbye? It's the last day of high school!" Amy scoffed in dismay as her best friend, Rose, shook her head with a blush.
"I-I can't! He's way too popular- he'll just laugh at me, and his last memory of me will be how pathetic I am."
"Oh please- if he laughs at you I'll knee him in the nuts." Amy grinned wryly. Rose blinked for a minute, trying to decide whether she was joking or not. With Amy sometimes it was hard to tell.
"Come on, Rose. Have a little backbone." Amy pouted, switching to her begging persuasion.
"B-but… what if he refuses?" Rose tried to come up with another reason, but she was quickly running out of excuses.
"Then he does, and you can move on. If you don't do this now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Rose let out a long forlorn sigh, realizing that Amy was right. She looked up at the tall man across the room and blushed shyly as he looked her way and smiled.
Zachary was the top male singer in their class, and she was the top female singer. They had been duos several times in school concerts, and had often practiced together for their songs. He was her polar opposite- her pink girl-infested personae was no match against his heavy metal masculine appearance.
But she loved his eyes- behind all that intimidation and hostility lay kindness in those deep green eyes. She was knocked out of her thoughts when Zachary started to walk over to her, his tall frame shadowing hers so that all preparations ran out of her mind in her panic.
"Hey, Rose." Zachary smiled, looking up with raised eyebrows to Amy, who was squealing in anticipation in the corner. He shrugged and directed his attention back to the short red-head in front of him. "So, what are you planning on going for once we graduate?" He said casually, blowing a piece of his jet-black hair out of his face.
"Oh- um… probably try to sing professionally. That's my dream, so I'm hoping I can make it work." She said softly, not able to look at his face as he chuckled in amusement.
"I wouldn't except any less from you. I know someday you'll hit the big time. Just remember us little guys when all's said and done, will ya?" He winked down at her, and walked back over to his friends, leaving her standing dumbfounded.
"Oh, Rose, it's alright." Amy comforted Rose as she looked desperately over to Zachary, but it was already too late. The bell sounded the last minute of their school life, and Zachary rushed out the door with the rest of the students, and into the world beyond.

Rose, now nicknamed Starla by her fans, sat on a blush couch in a dressing room as she thought about that last day of school. How many times had she thought of those deep green eyes in all the years since then? She was now 23, still single, and immersed in the fast-paced world of pop music. She was quickly gaining popularity and had a regular schedule of tours that was nearing its first year of completion.
She sighed as a knock came to her door, and a security brought in another bouquet of flowers before leaving again. She rolled her eyes at another man's futile attempt to gain her affections, by gifts and
flattery. Why didn't men realize that didn't work with all women? It sure as hell didn't work with her- in fact, it usually had the opposite effect. By giving her lavish gifts and crooning poetry it either showed how creepily desperate the man was, or how annoyingly shallow he was.
Besides, she already loved someone. She had never fallen out of love with Zachary, and those green eyes haunted her with their kindness whenever she thought of him. Why hadn't she said something on that day? Why had she held back? Because she had been a shy little, girl, that's why. She scoffed at herself and sat up, walking over to a dressing table and putting the finishing touches on her makeup before the concert started. The opening band played their music, and Starla winced at the screaming death metal that started pelting her ears. Who the hell liked that crap? It sounded like the man who was singing was dying a slow and painful death.
Another knock sounded on the door, and this time it was her manager who walked in. A primp and proper woman, her manager had the façade of a well-mannered business woman. Really she was a cut-throat slave-driver who never took 'no' for an answer. In other words: The perfect manager.
"Two minutes, Starla. It's time to get in place." She said, and Starla hopped out of her seat, her anticipation for the concert giving her newfound energy.
"Ready to go." Starla said with a sweet smile, and walked out of the dressing room just as the opening band stopped their singing.
The concert went without any problems, besides the ever constant watering eyes at the amount of lasers the technicians insisted on using. By the time she stopped singing, she was nearly half blind. She rubbed her eyes once she was backstage again, preparing herself for the regular onslaught of fans that always seemed to follow her.
"Hey-" A finger tapped her shoulder to get her attention. "I wanted to thank you for letting our band play for you tonight, and-" The voice cut off once she had turned around, making her quickly rub her eyes more to clear them and see what was wrong.
"Rose?" A familiar voice gasped, and Starla blinked a few times before looking up at Zachary, dressed in full death-metal gear.
"O-oh my god." Starla whispered, her eyes wide as she stared up at Zachary in shock, and wobbled a little before blacking out.