Elizabeth Wickem-Lizzie for short waited in the doorway of the small home she shared with her husband, Jack Wickem.

Lizzie had been married to Jack Wickem for two years and that had been far too long. From the first day she had married him, he had abused her.

She looked at the spot on her arm that was a soon to be large black bruise. Jack had given her that one right before he left for Marty's bar.

Lizzie hadn't cried when he did it, and she wasn't crying now, she was tired of it and wasn't taking it anymore.

Her Daddy had raised her to be stronger than that and now was the time for Lizzie to be strong.

She had cut all the lights of in the small one bedroom, one bath home, so he would think she had went to bed, and stood in the doorway, waiting. He would be home soon.

That Lizzie was sure of.

When she heard his loud Ford F150, coming down the road. She put a few shells in the shot gun-that's all she needed -she had bought the shot gun, a few years ago, before she had married Jack of course.

Lizzie heard the truck pull into the driveway, making gravel fly everywhere.

She frowned, as she cocked the gun, he was the bane of her existence and she hated him, Lizzie shrunk into the shadows when she heard him step up on the porch.

His fist is big, but my gun's bigger. She thought with a grimace, at the idea of what she was about to do.

She heard him sling the door open, the moonlight's reflection shining on the floor.

"Lizzie." he slurred obviously drunk.

She refused to speak wanting him mad, before she made her move.

"Lizzie!" he yelled this time. "I want you right now!" he screamed.

"Yes, Jack." she said sweetly, appearing out of the shadows, hiding the gun behind her back.

"Why didn't you answer me?" he demanded taking a step toward her trying to intimidate her.

Lizzie shrugged.

"You better answer, when I call." he said angrily raising his fist preparing to hit her.

That's when she pulled out the cocked and loaded gun. Lizzie stared him in the eye and said. "I don't listen to you anymore." Lizzie said angrily, as she pulled the trigger.

That had been two years ago, Lizzie had been eighteen, she was now twenty.

She hadn't killed him, he was still alive, that she had made sure of, Lizzie had hated Jack, but she didn't want murder on her hands.

Of course she had changed her appearance, Lizzie couldn't bear to be the same mousy girl she had been.

She had dyed her brown hair, auburn it had been almost that color anyway, she had chemically straightened her hair, put in extensions in her short hair, and then she put in blue colored contacts, her eyes had originally been brown.

She burned all her old clothes, and kept her first name, but changed her last name to Bennet.

And then took out all of her inheritance (She had received when her father died); she had been hiding from her ex-husband, and moved to Nashville.

She planned on trying her hand at being a country singer, she could sing really well, and played guitar even better.

And it had worked out; when she moved to Nashville she hooked up with two girls, Jane and Charlotte, and started a band named, Forgetting Love.

So far they had two chart topping hits, and over a million fans.

Lizzie was lead singer and played electric guitar, Jane sommers, was tall, trim and blonde, with huge blue eyes. Bottom line she was beautiful, but she was very modest and shy. Jane did some vocals and played bass, and sometimes even violin it added a nice touch to their songs, meanwhile Charlotte Lucas, was medium height with dull brown hair, and dull black eyes, she was dowdy and refused to dress up unless they were on stage. She played the drums and boy could she jam.

They were what made up the band, Forgetting Love.

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"You guys ready?" Lizzie mouthed, to Charlotte and Jane before they jumped on stage, and began rocking out.

Both girls nodded back.

Lizzie grinned and tipped her black cowboy hat at them, and then she picked up her "Old buddy" as she called it, which was an old black electric guitar, and headed through the curtain, and on stage to a thousand screaming fans.

"Are ya'll ready to jam!" she yelled into the microphone.

A huge "Yes" from the crowd made it to Lizzie's ears.

"I can't hear you." she yelled back even more hyper than the crowd. "I said are you ready to JAM!" she screamed even louder-if that was possible.

"YES!" the crowd screamed even louder.

"Alright, let's Rock." Lizzie screamed and began to play her guitar.

"We're forgetting love!" Lizzie sang-well more like screamed.

"Yeah, Yeah." Charlotte and Jane sang, doing back up vocals.

"You broke my heart,"

"One two many times."

"I thought you were the sun,"

"But I found out the truth,"

"And now I'm forgetting love,"

"Yeah, Yeah."

"If tomorrow never comes,"

"And I never fall in love,"

"It's okay,"

"Because?"

"We're forgetting love!" The crowd screamed.

"Alright." Lizzie said, while Jane gave her a strange look, because the song wasn't over yet. "I'm going to have our lovely bass player, to sing the rest of this song."

Jane began to shake her head and mouthed the word "No!" she couldn't sing alone it terrified her.

Lizzie ignored Jane and continued to talk. "Because, even though I'm a country singer, at heart I'm a rocker, and there's this one thing I've always wanted to do, but before I tell what it is I'm going to need you guys to agree to help me with this no matter what." Lizzie said pacing back and forth. "Do you all agree to help?"

"Yes!" the crowd chorused.

"Okay. This one thing I have my heart set on doing is, crowd surfing."

"Yeah!" the crowd screamed.

"Okay if I do this I need you guys to agree to one thing. This thing is you guys have to have me back at the stage before Jane's finishes this song. Do you agree?"

"YES!" the crowd screamed.

"Alright, here goes nothing." Lizzie said with a shrug as she dived off the stage.

Jane could have killed Lizzie, for leaving her up there to sing alone. She hated singing without some one, she was nervous that people would hate her voice.

But now she had no choice, it was that or be murdered by Lizzie, Charlotte and their record label.

She watched the girl that had become her best friend in the past two years, dive off the stage laughing all the way; while Jane loved Lizzie sometimes she was just too crazy, but Jane knew that she if anyone was the natural born performer.

Jane could remember their first real gig, Jane could barely move and Charlotte was too busy trying to remember the beats to their song, but Lizzie had covered for both of them, by jumping around, screaming, and jumping off stage.

Lizzie had to be the reason they were famous, though she never would admit it she was far too humble.

That's when Jane remembered she was supposed to be singing, so with a knot in her stomach, she sang for all she was worth.

"I'm tired of waiting on the phone," Jane sang in a high soprano, which was a world of difference than Lizzie's alto, but she still sounded good.

"To ring,"

"Or a wedding ring,"

"For that matter,"

"I won't die if you say goodbye,"

"Because, I'm forgetting love."

"I'm Forgetting love,"

"I'm forgetting love!" Jane finished with gusto, and Lizzie was back on stage in record time.

"Thank ya'll for making my dream come true." Lizzie called to the crowd who was still cheering.

"And if ya'll would kindly thank Jane, my bass player, for singing, that would be nice."

"Thank you, Jane." the crowd screamed.

Jane blushed, and replied with, "You're welcome," while shooting daggers at Lizzie. No doubt about it Jane was multitasker.

"Okay, you guys let me tell you a little about Jane, I bet you didn't know this, but she is really shy. And she has no idea how good her voice is, but anyway let me introduce you the other third of my band." Lizzie said walking up and down the stage as she spoke, which was a habit of Lizzie's.

"Charlotte Lucas, on the drums. Give her a round of applause." Lizzie was silent as she listened for the applause, when she was satisfied, she began to speak again. "Since Charlotte plays the drums, you hardly ever see her, so let's shine the spot-light on her."

The large bright light that was usually on Lizzie shifted over to Charlotte, as she waved her drumsticks in the air.

"Yeah!" the crowd screamed.

The rest of the concert was much like this, and when it was over the three girls were exhausted.

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"I don't know how you do it, Lizzie." Jane said as she climbed in the bus that would take them to the hotel they were staying in.

"What?" Lizzie asked rummaging around in her purse for the skittles she had put in there earlier.

"Keep the crowd entertained, run up and down the stage screaming, Crowd surfing." Jane said resting her head against the seat.

"Ah-ha!" Lizzie yelled pulling out a large bag of skittles.

"Your not listening are you?" Jane asked.

"Who's not listening?" Charlotte asked, climbing onto the bus.

"Course I am." Lizzie replied before Jane could respond to Charlotte's question.

"Then what did I say?" Jane asked, looking Charlotte and rolling her eyes.

"Crowd-blah-blah-run-blah-blah-surf-blah-blah." Lizzie said stuffing her face with skittles.

"Your going to get fat you know?" Charlotte said, poking Lizzie in her stomach. "Eating all those skittles."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, Charlotte was as thin as a rail and Jane was trim, while Lizzie was somewhere in between, she wasn't fat but she wasn't exactly thin-I guess you could say she would never be a size one like Charlotte, or a size three like Jane.

She was an average size nine and she had a butt that she proud of. "More to love." Lizzie commented finally, while stuffing her face with more skittles.

"That's what you have on you're My Space, for your body type isn't it?" Jane asked teasingly.

"Maybe." Lizzie replied.

"What are we going to do with her?" Charlotte asked Jane with an eye roll.

That's when Lizzie's cell phone went off, while playing an up beat tune. "Oh-no the big boss woman." Lizzie said in mocked horror as she answered. It was their agent who set up all the bands appointments, concert dates and meetings.

"Yep?" Lizzie asked.

"Hmm,"

"Okay,"

"Alright, tomorrow then?"

"Twelve?"

"Okay, I tell the others."

"Bye." Lizzie said closing the shiny green razor.

"What's going on?" Charlotte demanded, right after Lizzie hung up, seeing the excitement Lizzie's eyes both Jane and Charlotte knew it was something big.

"Well, Angie, wants do us to meet with the band, 'Locking up Prejudice,' for lunch." Lizzie said excitedly.

"Get out!" Charlotte screamed.

The band Locking up Prejudice, consisted of four guys-well four hot guys, William Darcy, who was the lead singer and piano player, Charlie Bingly, who did vocals and electric guitar, Blaze Williams, who played, bass, and Martin Collins, who played the drums. (A/N: I can't remember what that guys name was from Pride and Prejudice.)

"Why?" Jane the forever level headed one asked.

"Oh, yeah, well because they want to talk about going on tour with them." Lizzie said even more excited now.

"No-way!" Charlotte screamed.

"You bet." Lizzie said practically did the happy dance with Charlotte.

Jane rolled her eyes at her two friends, she loved them, but they could be such dorks, especially at twenty and nineteen.

When they finally got to the hotel, Lizzie told Jane and Charlotte to go on and head up to the room they would be sharing; she wanted a drink from the drink machine.

They shrugged and headed in the elevator.

It took Lizzie awhile, but finally she found a drink machine.

As Lizzie put her money in the machine and received her drink, she didn't notice the tall dark figure behind her.

So in her own little world, Lizzie spun around and ran face first into what could only be described as steel or rock hard abs.

Lizzie looked up to see a handsome, but cold face, and nodded, yep it was definitely abs. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying any attention." Lizzie said sheepishly.

"Whatever." he muttered brushing past her, as if she was no more than a speck of dust.

Lizzie rolled her eyes at his bad attitude, and walked away thinking for some reason, he looked familiar.

He was tall and obviously toned, he had spiky raven black hair, but that wasn't what was so strange it was his eyes, one was blue and the other was green.

Lizzie was positive she hadn't ever met anyone with eyes like that, then why were they so darn familiar? "Oh well" Lizzie shrugged as she entered the elevator, she was tired and it would probably come to her in the morning.

Lizzie knew who the man was, but she had never met him, because it was none other than William Darcy.

Alrighty let me know what you think, please do not be afraid to review, which is what I find the problem, is in most cases lol.