Enjoy P.S: takes place a bit before the OVA storyline.

Chapter1

It was her last breath from that work out. She had finally called it a day. The tall blonde walked towards the water bottles. She picked it up and whilst drinking, thought of how Cathy had asked her to show her performance to the whole staff including herself due the following week. She frowned her eyebrows and closed her eyes, she wasn't ready- her performance missed that spark and she knew it well.

Aware that tonight there wasn't going to be any miracles, she got her stuff and headed home. She opened her car inside the Broadway car park, only for the crew and workforce, with that familiar click and started the engine. After a while, she reached a red light after driving pass so many reflections which hit her window from all the neon lights and commercial prints and checked for any messages and e-mails on her phone.

Only the usual, she noted without the time to read them as the green line went off. She finally arrived home and after that long awaited shower she headed to the kitchen in hope that there was something she could eat for supper. Layla opened the fridge and signed.

'Damn' she said to herself. It was empty. To be honest, she was quite used to this. 'Talk about modern women, but when they don't know how to cook there're screwed.' But she knew exactly what to do. She picked up her phone and dialled a number from this healthy restaurant take-away she heard was good and was told to give it a try. It was too late to call Macquarie.

'That'll be $12.99 ma'am. We'll be there in 30 minutes.' Layla thanked politely and hanged up.

She sat on her black sofa and began her usual zapping. She wasn't a big fan of television but in New York she didn't have many choices left. She finally paused on the local news throwing the remote control next to her. She read the highlights but didn't think them through. Instead, she was too busy thinking that tomorrow she needed to work on her performance. Cathy was excepting greatness form her and none the less, she wouldn't be happy with anything but that. 'Phoenix..' she mumbled thinking on the performance title and on what that symbolized to her while noticing that nowadays, she found herself talking to herself quite often and she wasn't a great fan of it. 'Lack of company, I guess.' -she had just done it again.

Distracted with her thoughts, growing every minute, she heard her door bell ring. She checked and clicked on the button to let the man enter the building to enter the elevator. Layla quickly got a jumper from her room- she didn't want any man to see her in her pyjamas and headed over to the living room to get her purse and to take out the money.

When the door bell rang again, revelling that the man was right behind her front door, she opened it slowly.

'Good evening, César salad?' he asked her, hoping that there was not any mistake with the request.

Layla didn't answer. For half a second she had thought that man was another man, a manshe knew very well. Tall, pale blond hair and a blue greyish sparkle in his eyes. She could have pledged it was him.

'Ma'am?' the young masculine figure asked. 'Are you alright?' as she had lacked an answer.

Layla quickly apologized. 'I'm sorry; I thought you were someone else for a second.' She said smiling. She knew that her lack of reaction had been easy to spot.

The guy smiled. He had a flirty face on. It wasn't every night he delivered salads to beautiful woman, he could get lucky, he thought in a second.

'Me? I hope it's a complement coming from you. Are you sure your boyfriend who you were not expecting isn't me?' he smiled using one corner of his lips.

"Is this really happening to me?" she thought. He was probably a guy that needed this job to pay for his colleague loan. She was not in the mood to flirt, she was tired as hell and even if she was, she would never let him enter. She just wasn't that type of girl.

'Good night, sir' and ended the conversation right there. She gave him the money and took the salad not giving the slightest impression that she was interested and as a matter of fact, she wasn't. She had wasted too much time.

She headed over to the sofa and began her dinner. Nothing special, she thought as she tried the salad. Recommendation sucks. She thought about what the man had said. 'Boyfriend? Yuri...' The last time she had been with him was ages ago. He was her first real friend, the one who she could just talk to without having to think twice. She missed those car rides. That bright red Ferrari symbolized their cave. Whatever was discussed there or anything that happened there had always stayed there. They later became more involved, they became a couple who believed in their relationship and took their time to make it official. She thought back when she was asked to go on the Chelsea Lately Show, she knew the woman's reputation and she knew exactly what she was going to be asked or joked about. Her publicist told her to go and after her denial he told her 'it's part of the job, you should already be use to it.' And he was right. She knew the price of a being a celebrity and sharing her personal life, she just didn't love the idea that her dream job, which she had, needed that type of sacrifice.

'Please welcome Layla Hamilton!' the older blonde declared. Layla saluted the audience and sat down perfectly with her short cocktail dress. Those were the rules. 'So nice that I finally got you here! I nearly had to sleep with your publicist to make you come!' The audience laughed. And she, honestly, smiled with her mouth opened- she had a dark and twisty sense of humour but it was still humour. She continued quickly 'But for you it's the same- as long as it's not with Yuri, you're fine'. Another round of laughs coming from the audience but this time, not from her. It wasn't funny after all. 'You got that right' Layla finally said as any normal girlfriend would say. They talked about Broadway 'And what happened there with Jason? Is it true you fired him out of the blue? Wasn't he one of the main leads?' Layla answered: 'He was, but he wasn't fully committed and I can't have that when his sharing the same stage with me besides, we got some excellent replacements: Sora Naegino and May Wong and they did a great job.' 'People don't mess with her! Well, he got his lesson! And the next time we'll see him, he'll be kissing the stage.' They went on and chattered about her projects, Yuri and even Kaleido Star. 'No regrets leaving Kaleido?'

'None.'

'And how would you define your relationship with your man?'

'Stable and passionate.' With that the crowd went wild

She, sooner or later, came back to her senses and now she wasn't so sure of that anymore, she wasn't sure about anything, really.

Now everything was different. Time had changed everything and eventually, each of them went their separate ways. The relationship itself had never had a reason to end like (an affair or whatever) and this was why Layla looked at the ceiling not knowing what to think and just stayed there for a while after her dinner. Lately, she had forgotten all about him and now she missed what he did to her life and no other man after him had done that.

'I wonder how his doing..' She mumbled, damn it- she had spoken to herself again.

REVIEW PLEASE! This is my first fanfic ever! I'm finally on vacation and instead of being at the beach, I'm here writing and hoping you become entertained! Xx