Well I put two songs in this chapter that I thought fitted with Flora. Please oh please review.

Chapter 1

The cold air and the fog mixed upon the floor of London city. Only fools would step out into the iceberg air, but why would they when they could be at the bar. Men, woman, and teens were found at this bar drinking their hearts out. It was a beautiful night since of course it was Christmas Eve. One girl was in the back looking in the mirror straightening her makeup out. She was devastated but she needed to do this. That messed up girl was me, Flora Reinhold. I was at the bar on Christmas Eve because I was kicked out of the house by Hershel Layton's new girlfriend. She's a witch, a goblin, a...rat. I sighed this was it then I was going to do this, again. I pulled the robe that I was wearing off and revealed a short black bikini. It was small and I've got to say sexy.

"Flora are you ready?" My friends asked me standing behind me.

"Yeah...What about you?" I asked not sure of myself.

"Let's go." The group of my friend walked onto the stage that was built in the bar for entertainment. I became part of the entertainment to save up for college, but when I did that Alice, Hershel's girlfriend, called me a whore and told me I needed to leave. There was more to it but right now I have to hurry and get to my place on stage. I was a singer.

"Creation shows me what to do. I'm dancing on the floor with you,and when you touch my hand I go crazy.Yeah.The music tells me what to feel.I like you now but is it true?By the time we say goodnight I'll know if it's right.Yeah! And I feel you coming through my veins.Am I into you or is the music to Blame!" My voice traveled around the whole bar. Drunks and bartenders watched as I came onto stage. My heart pounded, but I thought to myself. 'Shouldn't I already be used to this by now?' I continued the song looking out into the crowd. "Who owns my heart?Is it love or is it art? Cause the way you have your body moving, it's got me confusing.I can't tell if it's the beat or the sparks.Who owns my heart? Is it love or is it art?You know I want to believe we are a masterpiece,but sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark.Who owns my heart?" Then I saw a glimpse of someone. Someone I knew from a long time ago. I think. I couldn't stop now I had to finish the song. "The room is full but all I see is your eyes just blaze through me.Like fire in the dark we're living art.And it hits me like a tida lwave.Are you feeling me? Or is the music to blame?Who owns my heart? Is it love or is it art? Cause the way you got your body moving, it's got me confused and I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks. Who owns my heart? So c'mon baby keep provoking me, keep on roping me. Like a Romeo,baby,pull me close. Come on ,here we go, here we go, here we go! It hits me like a tidal wave. Are you feeling me? Or is the music to blame. Who owns my heart? Is it love or is art. Cause the way you got your body moving. It's got me confused, and I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks. Who owns my heart? Is it love or is it art? You know I want to believe we are a master piece but sometimes it is hard to tell in the dark.Who owns my heart?Who owns my heart?" I finished my song and bowed.

This was going to be a long night, but first who was that man I recognized. I went into the back and left through a door. I strolled around the bar looking for the man I saw. Then the familiar hat peeked through the crowd. I tapped on the man's shoulder. "Excuse me?" I said as the man turned around. It wasn't who I thought it was. "Oh, I'm sorry I thought you were someone else." I quickly explained.

"It's alright, but I think I deserve an apology gift." The man moved his hand to my cheek.

I grabbed his hand and threw it back to him. "Don't touch me!" I turned away flipping my newly black hair behind me. I guess it wasn't him. Well, I should go back on stage. "You don't understand what it is that makes me tick but you wish you did. You always second guess wonderin.I say yes but you loose out everytime.If you only knew what I talked about when I'm with my friends just hanging out. Then you would have the inside scoop on what to say,what I do.That way when you play the game baby you could never loose.Don't you wish you could be a fly on the wall? A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall? All my precious secrets,yeah,you'd know them all.Don't you wish you could be a fly on the wall?You'd love to know the things I do when I'm with my friends and not with you.You always second guess,wonderin if there's guys I'm flirting with,you should know by now.If you were my boyfriend I'd be true to you.If I make a promise.I'm coming through. Don't you wish that you could see me every second of the day?That way you would have no doubt that baby I would never change.Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall?A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall?All my precious secrets,yeah,you'd know them all.Don't you wish you could be a fly on the wall?A little communication.Well,that will go along way.You're getting misinformation.Too much she say,he say.And what I say is come a little closer and what I'm gonna say is come a little closer and what I'm gonna say is.Don't ya!Don't ya!Wish you were a..?Hey!Don't you wish you could be a fly on the wall! A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall? All my precious secrets,yeah,you'd know the mall.Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall?" I finished the song and bowed. This was the last song I would be singing tonight. I went into the back to get dressed.

"How much money did we make tonight?" I asked my friend Jenna.

"$10.00" Jenna had dark brown hair and green eyes.

I sighed. "Well there are six of us. Everyone take $2.00." I ordered.

"Wait Flora that's not the right math. That would mean someone doesn't get anything..."My blond haired, blue eyed friend Lindsey started to say.

"It's alright we'll get more someday. I mean you all have a life ahead of you. I'll get some money later." I answered.

"But..." Jenna said.

"Please just take it." I pulled my black coat over me. I knew I already didn't have enough money to pay for my apartment but I would be alright. I walked out onto London's streets. It was cold and my body was barely covered. I knew I should have dressed warmer but I had to get rid of some of my clothing to pay for my apartment loan. I was walking when I was stopped by someone pulling over in their car. My first thought was to run but then I heard the familiar voice.

"Flora? Is that you?"A handsome young man shouted out his car window.

"Clive?"