OK, let me explain:

Claire has no family. She is the only survivor of the Lyons through poverty. Isn't that sad?
And FYI: Cam, Derrick, Alicia, Dylan, and Massie don't know Claire and Kristen. They all meet on the boat. If anything else is confusing, ask or follow along!


Claire felt like jumping up and down and just screaming her head off, that's how excited she was. Her semi-long blonde hair fluttered in the wind as she boarded the Titanic with her best friend Kristen. Sure, they wouldn't get respected and treated as well as first class, but they were hired as waiters to serve in restaurants and they were actually boarding on the Titanic. The Titanic! Leading to America... Claire would live a new life. She could feel it.

Kristen giggled, "You look like you're going to explode!"

"You look like you aren't," Claire said, "Can you believe? We're going to America. We won't be poor any more. 'The streets of America are paved with gold,'" Claire quoted some guy who went to America.

"Move, filthy rag dolls!" someone harshly spat. Kristen and Claire turned back to see a proud brunette holding her glossy head high as she stomped her feet. Even though she looked evil, she also looked amazinglyeautiful and Claire couldn't help but gaze in wonder. Claire gripped her old backpack tightly. It was full of money she saved up doing restaurant service, and she had served many different people, but no one who looked as pretty as this young lady.

"Maybe we would if you'd ask nicely," Claire tried to sound brave.

"Excuse me?" the brunette snapped. She bent one knee slightly and turned her head, so her ear would be in front of Claire's mouth. "What is it that you said?" Claire didn't speak in fear. The girl stood up straight again. "Right, just shut up. It's better for you that way. I take it that you're illiterate and challenged? Because you don't seem to know me and anyone who's anyone knows me. I am Massie Block." Kristen gasped in recognition at the name but Claire was clueless. "My father owns this boat." And then Claire gasped too.

"Yeah, so you better be careful how you talk to people," Massie snapped, "I'm not the only one with high positions here, it's just that I have the highest." Two charming guys walked up to her sides protectively, like bodyguards.

"Massie," one of them said, "What's going on? You look angry."

"Oh, it's nothing Derrick," Massie assured, completely ignoring Claire now, "Nothing I can't fix."

"Should I escort you to the ship?" the other guy asked, offering his arm.

"Of course, Cam," Massie giggled, taking his arm affectionately.

"No way, I was going to do that!" Derrick said.

Massie felt good to be fought over. She knew that they were both planning to propose to her on this ship. She was sure that Cam was her choice, but she wasn't going to say that until it was necessary. Until then, have them fight for her love. Meanwhile, Claire watched Massie enviously. Claire wished she had more money sometimes. Then she would have clothes and jewelry to make herself look gorgeous too.


Claire and Kristen unpacked, which didn't take long because they didn't have much. Kristen was lecturing Claire, "You don't just mouth off to rich people like that Claire! I know it doesn't sound right, but the only thing we can do to get by to them is to suck up to them. That's it. You can't start fights like that."

Claire pouted. "I wasn't starting a fight. She was being rude. But I guess bitchiness comes with money, doesn't it?"

"Maybe it does," Kristen said, hugging her knees. Then she bounced her little butt on the bed and said more cheerfully, "I guess we should sleep early since we'll have to start our waitress tomorrow. Maybe... do you think we'd...?"

"What?" Claire asked.

"Do you think we'd get married in America??" asked Kristen hopefully.

"Maybe we would," Claire said, thinking of how Massie had all those guys around her.

"Maybe...," Kristen echoed, lying on the bed, snuggling the pillow. Soon enough, Claire heard her soft heavy breathing which signaled that she was sleeping.

Claire could not sleep. She tried counting sheep... Claire was restless and waited for at least one yawn. She didn't really know why sleep didn't come to her. Maybe it was because of the way she felt... how did she feel, really? She felt that there was something good ahead of her and she couldn't wait for it to come, like the way someone might feel before her sweet sixteen. That's exactly how she felt. Claire decided she wouldn't sleep at all. So she went out in her pajamas, making sure to close the door lightly so she wouldn't wake up Kristen.

Claire went to the side of the boat. There was a crescent moon, and it reminded her of a lazy cat's eye. She looked at the reflection of the moon in the dark water. She sighed peacefully. And then out of nowhere she heard violin playing. Sweet, quick rhythms, not the boring pieces they play at operas. Claire turned and saw someone just a few feet away from her, playing the violin. All she could see of him was that he had dark hair.

Claire silently watched the person, knowing that he didn't realize he was being watched. It was so inspirational, and she began making up words, singing along to it.

Whenever people had anything to say about me
They'd all say the same thing:
She's alone
It was true
Loneliness was something I was used to
But I've always felt I was missing out on something
I've always wondered how or why someone would ever laugh
And then you came
You made my life a life
Do you see this smile?
It's my first and you put it there
When I feel bad
I think of you
And then everything seems just a little better

Suddenly the violin music stopped playing, and Claire stopped singing. The violinist and Claire both stared at each other for a full moment, both in wonder. Whoever it was, his stare was so palpable, she had to turn away. He heard her singing; he must think she's some kind of stalker. Claire ran away, and heard him running after her.


"Wait, stop!"

Cam panted as he chased after the girl. He almost dropped his violin so he stopped. He wondered who she must be. She looked like an angel, with light hair glowing under the moonlight, giving words to his music. He wrote it for Massie, and had been trying to come up with words for it... and then this mysterious girl sings along to it as if it had been a song she'd heard many times before.

Who was she? Why did she run? Cam hoped he'd meet her before he got to America...