I saw the strange woman again. She had been at every single one of my concerts, always staring straight at me when I sang. She was wearing a raincoat, with a hood that obscured her face. Whenever I sang, I thought of her, pondering all the possibilities.
Long lost Mother? Not likely, I was exactly like my Mom. Come on Kate, get real. Your nobody special, she probably just enjoys your voice. Did I introduce you to my conscience? It is often overwhelming, always putting down my opinion. A lot like my siblings in that way. So why was she following me all over the world then.
Didn't she have a job? And she always got a seat on the very front row, with a look of longing on her face. My band Regina was very good, but not enough to send some one into raptures. This night was different though. This night she looked sad.
As soon as the concert was over, I grabbed her hand, pulled her up on stage, and said into the microphone "And as a reward for sitting dutifully on the front row for a month, this lady get's to spend the night with me." The crowd cheered wildly. I smiled, and then walked out the back way, hand in hand with the hooded woman, with the rest of the band following behind.
As soon as we were off the stage, the guitar player, Victoria Melstone, yelled "What was that about? I thought you were spending the night with the band!" "She is!" The woman said, rather forcefully. "Both of you hush! I'm spending the night with this fan, because she has been devoted, okay?" I calmly stated. "Right," said Victoria defiantly.
I made a hasty good bye to the band, and pulled the woman through the throngs of people, to the large tour bus awaiting us. Once inside the bus, I got a tighter hold on the woman's arm, and took her to a curtained booth with a candle in between us.
"Why have you been following me?" I queried curiously. The woman blanched, "You noticed?" She sighed. "Of course you did." "What is your name?" I asked. "You can call me Sylver."
Sylver pulled off her hood. She had hair that was practically glowing, it was so blonde. It flowed all the way down her back. "Nice," I remarked "So I don't get to know your real name?" "Not yet." Sylver said with a gentle smile. "First you have to pass the test." She pulled back her hair to reveal pointed ears.