A/N:This is my first attempt at a POTO fic. I'm more of a Harry Potter writer. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer:I own nothing except for the plot and the last name Davies

Some Hearts:Chapter One;Karaoke Night

Christine Davies put down her pencil and looked at the clock next to her. After realizing how late it was, the Juliard student started to worry. Her roommate, Meg Giry, had gone to the club that night and still had yet to return. Sighing, she grabbed her jacket, swung it on, and snuck out of her room.

"Ms. Davies! And where might you be headed to at this hour?" a stern voice asked.

Christine flinched and slowly turned around. "Ah...I was just..." her mind scrambled to find a feasible explanation,"...going for a walk. Yeah...to, you know, clear my head," she fumbled out, as her ballet mistress stood before her.

Antoinette Giry looked at her young student, her eyebrow raised. She knew full well that the 'walk' was to retrieve Meg from the club. "Please tell my daughter that I expect her ballet dancing to have as much passion as her club dancing," she said, walking past a very stunned Christine.

Christine watched her walk away and shook her head. "She's too god to fool, she mumbled and shut her door.

When she arrived at the club, which conveniently was a block away from the school, she realized that the chance of her finding Meg was very slim. The club was hosting it's very first karaoke night, that night of all nights. Sighing, she pulled open the door and got lost in the crowd.

After searching for a good 10 minutes, Christine finally spotted her friend's blonde mane. "Meg!" she yelled, the powerful voice a stranger to her body.

Meg Giry whipped around when she heard her name, a smile on her face. "Christine!" she exclaimed and wove her way through the crowd. "What are you doing here?" She asked, as someone on stage butchered Sweet Home Alabama.

Christine winced at the tone-deaf pitches and tried to talk above the music. "It's past 1, Meg. You said you'd be back at midnight."

Meg looked apologetic. "I know," she yelled back, "but I heard there was going to be an amazing singer tonight. And first prize is voice lessons and a recording contract."

Christine rolled her eyes. "You wanted to spend time with Greg," she said, waving to their DJ friend. "Anyways. How the hell would they find anyone in tune here?" she gestured to the massive amounts of slightly intoxicated people.

Meg smirked. She had known that Christine would come looking for her and had put her name in, making sure she'd be last. "There's only one contestant left. After her, we can leave," she stated, her body swaying to the music.

Christine sighed. "If we must," she answered, as Greg reclaimed his mic from someone who had clearly had about 5 too many.

"We've had some great tries tonight, but we still have time for one more contestant." Greg looked down at his clipboard, then back at the crowd. "Our final singer tonight, who happens to be a very good friend of mine, singing us a lovely tune by Carrie Underwood, will be Miss Christine Davies!"

If looks could kill, Meg would be dead and buried. "Meghan Eliana Giry...," Christine started, her eyes flaming.

Meg rolled her eyes. "You'll thank me later, Chris. Now go!" She shoved her friend into the crowd and followed.

Unbeknownst to Christine, a figure sat at one of the upper-level tables. Taking a sip of his Guinness, he trained his eyes on the fiery brunette. A smile graced his face, as the lights bounced off the half-mas that covered it.