She exited through the door backstage into a windy winter evening and got a chill that shot into her chest and raced through the tips of her four limbs. She could not decide if the culprit was the cold or if it was that intense, delicious, pleading gaze that Brett left her with.
Lilianne felt juvenile and incredulous, it was perfectly preposterous that his eyes could have that painful melting effect on her that left her in a state of floating exhilaration and at the same time an agonizing sinking realization that… that what? She lilted along the gray concrete path which passed through an utterly uninspiring landscape of bare and quiescent shrubbery. Eyes not really seeing where her two feet were taking her, Lilly found herself sitting in an icy patch of snow out of breath and her two cheeks flaming.
How did he do that? It was not as if she'd never met him before but she had certainly never seen him in that way before. They were acquaintances, both no longer greens in the music industry. Normally, she would not even have glanced at him with his bad-boy leather jacket, foppish haircut now known as "The Brett Todorov" and ridiculous scarf that he thought would be so chic to wear indoors. But tonight, as she was singing in her largest concert of the year, he surprised her by coming onstage midway through her last song. This was a song about conquering a ridiculous and terrifying past few months. It took a lot of self searching to come up with the confidence to write that song and tonight her voice was stronger than ever and erased all the shit that she dealt with; panned reviews of her sophomore album, losing her best friend in a freak plane accident, dealing with the media over her the not so surreptitious dalliances of her first and ex boyfriend.
Can you see me in the dark its frightening can't you see? I dream about a life where I'm the shining star. -- And in the middle of her song, another voice --And even though you can't see me I see you my shining star. I've wished upon you wished about you and now here you are. Don't you know, don't you see, you're not in the dark now you're with me, you're exactly where I hoped you would be, right beside me.
The crowd went absolutely wild over Brett's unexpected entrance. At that moment Lilly's world contain only two people and one voice. They sung together – I can see, here we are, we're exactly where we're supposed to be now, who knew that we could come so far. Wish on a star.
Since he came onto stage, Brett's eyes were locked on hers. He watched her so intently as if with a fear that he might never see her again. So forceful was his concentration that his eyes went a little bit cross eyed. The silliness of his look was nearly completely overcome by his powerful stare under those thick masculine brows and soft rosy lips quivering a little as his voice held a long note. Naked and without pretense, he forgot about arranging that little bit of hair to fall messily across his forehead. His gaze was a pleading. Begging her to understand the secret language he had just created that used only his beautiful chocolate eyes. In response, she used all of her concentration to keep her knees steady.
Though that moment was the Webster definition of infinity, she was now on the snowy ground, her shoes and pants were starting to soak from the melting frost. As she stood up to dust off the snow, she saw a familiar figure from the corner of her eye. He smiled a bit lopsidedly and walked forward.