-It starts with the heart-

Paul opened the door to his Black truck, feeling his stomach growl. He switched on the 5 disc cd player full of Motorhead and Pantera.

" Where's that song," he asked himself out loud.

His big finger's making it difficult to work the little buttons. His favorite album was skipping. Paul frowned and turned off the cd player. FYE was nearby and Paul figured he'd see if they had the new Motorhead Inferno album he'd forgotten to order online. He took a sip of propel water and drove down the road. He threw on his sunglasses only to realize he'd forgotten his hat.

"Shit"

How could he disguise himself?

"Aw well" "Who the hells out on a cold Sunday anyway's."

He entered FYE which was almost barren. He laughed at the big cardboard George Bush pop up in front of him. A skinny, red- haired, man in a blue FYE shirt came over to him.

"Ahhh...Where do you keep your motorhead please?"

"Should be," The little man looked frightened, like his life depended on finding Motorhead. "Right here, Sir" He stared up at Paul,

"Thanks," Paul said.

The little man hurried away, crouching next to a box. Paul saw a few older albums and read them off lightly moving his lips as he searched,

"Ace of spades", "Over kill", He didnt see it. "Dam", Paul looked around, and walked over to little man crouched next to the box, " Do you ha...",

The Startled red haired man fell onto his butt staring up at Paul,

"Oh sorry", Paul smiled, " Do you have the new Inferno album?"

"Uhh... Craig, do we have the a iiinferno album?" the red haired man yelled, then a voice called from the back room

" It's on the front display!",

"Ok, ill grab that for you sir,",

"No, no , its fine, I got it from here," Paul didn't look where he was going, his eyes zoomed in on the familiar metal face engulfed in flames on the cover. There must have been 100 copies, how did he miss it? Without looking, Paul grabbed one from the middle, but his hands met with warm petite fingers. He looked up

" Sorry," He glanced at what was in front of him, a gorgeous women, not a day older then 25, she had golden blonde curly hair down to her neck, perfect blemish free skin, big bright blue eyes, soft pink lips, "Oh im sorry, i wasnt watching were i was going", she said with a smile.

She had a tight black shirt on with a zipped white hoodie, with a cute white scarf thrown over her shoulder, and cute dark jeans tight to to her legs, topped off with black skater shoes that showed how tiny her feet must be. He looked down, only to realize he was still holding the cd, with her fingers snuggled under his.

"Do you want this one?" She asked, her eyes meeting his.

Paul Stuttered, trying to find words,

"Uhhhh, no no, here you go," never taking his eyes away.

"Thanks", she smiled and took another cd and handed to Paul, he nodded. Paul watched her get in line, standing on her toes, bouncing to the beat of music only she seemed to hear. He had completely forgotton where he was, and he watched her walk out the door, sticking her hands back into her pockets. The red haired little man called to him from the counter,

"Sir, if your all set i can take you over here."

"Oh, oh yeah, sure", he walked over, "Sorry."

The little cashier smiled nervously, "Oh it 's no big problem, iii mean huge deal, i mmmean uh, $19.95 please" Paul handed him his credit card trying to remember what he was doing. He managed to find the exit and his truck. All he could picture were those big blue eyes...Paul suddenly felt sad,like he lost something, almost as if someone close to him had died. He was startled as his phone rang, but it snapped him out of it. "Hello?", Paul answered, the voice on the other end replied

"Hey Paul, its Paul, hehe" "Weird to say, sorry, anyways i was wondering if you could do me a favor," "Yeah sure, what do you need?"

"My brother's having surgery the day before Armegeddon, and if anything goes wrong, i dont want to leave him, So as an understudy type a deal, i was wondering if you could fill in for me and wrestle with Glen?"

"No problem, but did you ask Mcmahon?"

"Yeah, actually it was his idea, he figured since your Flair bit may not be continuing thanks to old man road rage, hehe, you'd could fill it, see we also need a big guy, and Marc's up with randy, so your our best bet"

"Alright, fine with me"

"Thanks, man"

"Bubye" Paul closed his phone and got into his truck. He took out the cd, but that horrible empty feeling came back. He Put his head on the sterring wheel, still holding the cd. Paul had seen other guys have anxiety, but he'd never had it himself, he didnt know what was going on. He took a deep breathe in, inhaling the Vanilla scent that came from the cd. Paul wasn't sure why, but that scent helped calm him down and take away that feeling. What was it from? And what was happening to him? What will the rest of his afternoon bring?