Click. Click. Click.. Sarah's heeled boots hit the concrete stairs. The sound stopped when she reached the heavy steel door. Sarah fiddled around in her purse until she found the key. She pushed it into the lock and turned it, and the door swung open obediently.

She put her employee set of key back into her purse and walked to the bar where her friend Manny was stocking glasses, his dreads partially covering his face. Sarah looked around that the club she worked part time in. It was nice, huge, and full of swanky artsy pieces of furniture that were more aesthetic than functional but the clientele of the Club loved that kind of stuff. She worked some weeknights and weekends at the club when she wasn't teaching. Sarah was an associate professor at the local University where she taught pre-modern literature, but the job didn't take up her nights and Sarah had been an insomniac since her teen years. Besides, all her friend worked here and she might as well get paid while she hung out with them. Maybe one day she would settle into the quiet life of a professor but she was far too young for that to happen yet.

"Hey Manny," she said as she opened the door that led behind the Bar. There was a safe there that she quickly put in the code and stowed away her purse. Manny grunted a hello as he lifted another crate of glasses to be put away. "What's up girlie?" He said with the faintest Caribbean accent, which was imperceptible if you hadn't been around him a lot. Sarah straightened up from the safe and adjusted her knee-length purple skirt.

"Not much just papers and books." Manny laughed at the joke that they shared; he always teased her that that was what her life was built out of. "Yeah, what's new? Jamie isn't going to be here tonight, she called in sick and said that she needed to stay in bed." Sarah nodded distractedly as she began to wipe down trays. It was 30 minutes until they opened.

Manny continued speaking a little more directly trying to get her attention "…But if you ask me, I think that she's staying in bed for another reason…."

He smiled slyly and Sarah rolled her eyes "Yeah? " She knew where this was going…

"That new boyfriend of hers, you know. She's been spending almost every waking moment with him…"

"Yep. She sure has. It's good that she's so happy." said Sarah sarcastically bright.

Manny kept his gaze on the glasses he was working on "You know Sarah, he only got with Jamie when you shot him down…"

"Yes, I know Manny…"

"I mean, poor guy, he came almost every night to see you and talk to you. I mean, what was wrong with him anyway?" He said in a fake tone of sadness for the man.

Sarah sighed "Nothing Manny, he was fine. He just wasn't my type."

Manny laughed. Almost the entire club had tried to set Sarah up at some point and still nothing had happened. She would go on a date or two and then break it off, no matter how well suited they had all seemed for her.

"So I guess smart, successful, and good looking isn't your type huh?"

Sarah turned on her heel, her hair and eyes reflecting the light dangerously "Can it Manny. We've been through this!" She turned around and walked out from behind the bar listening to Manny's chuckles fade away. He loved to tease her. Sarah didn't care to talk about it; it had already been discussed so many times in her circle of friends. It wasn't that she was embarrassed or ashamed but she was just bored of it. Sarah didn't know why she was so uninterested in the dating scene, she just wasn't. They all turned out the same, men were men and she wasn't impressed by the yuppies who hit on her in the club. She could entertain herself with things other than small talk and pointless banter about whatever subject her date had brought up to impress her with his knowledge of. She had had relationships, the last was a short fling with a colleague, but it ended when he left to teach at a different school.

Sarah forgot the conversation when she made it the VIP rooms where she usually worked. There were four of them and they were separated by high shimmering black curtains which played nicely off the sumptuous red velvet furniture. 20 minutes until they opened, Sarah began some last minute duties, while humming softly to herself-a familiar yet unknown tune.

It was 1 o'clock when they reached the capacity for the Club and had to start turning people away from the door. Trendy music poured out from the DJ booth at the top of a spiral iron staircase in the middle of the dance floor. Sarah was weaving in and out of the people expertly and between the VIP rooms bringing drinks to and from the bar. She had just picked up a tray full of Martinis and made her way to VIP room number four to deliver to a few fat men in suits when a drunken frat boy tried to dance with her. She smiled and dodged equally as expertly as this was a common danger of the job.

They all want to pick up the waitress…. She thought with a grimace.

Sarah dropped of the drinks and picked up a few empty glasses on her tray and started walking back to put them away. The first few notes of the song didn't grab her attention immediately. The sound was ethereal and sounded like it came from a music box. It was a cool melody with a quality that could raise the hairs on the back of your neck. This is exactly what happened to Sarah when the voice, that voice, started singing the familiar words Sarah had not heard in almost 13 years…

There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I'll place the moon within your heart

The breath caught in Sarah's throat as the tray slipped out of her hand with a crash of broken glass…