"You know what guys? The last few days I haven't been getting much sleep so I think I'm just going to call it a night, okay?"

"Yeah, of course," Bill said.

"Good night," they said in unison.

"Night," she pressed the little red x on her window, closed her laptop, and just collapsed on her bed. "This week is going to be hell."

OoOoOoO

She combed her hair back and grabbed her purse as she got ready to go to the local storage center. Laurie grabbed a taxi and told the driver her desired location. When she made it there she truly forgot how different it was there compared to the Universal Music company.

Laurie walked up to the office where a large, scruffy man with a badly kept beard sat at the desk.

"Can I help ya?" He said.

"Um… Yes," she looked at his name tag which said Rick, "Rick. I'm here to pick up some things. Storage 19, I have my key with me here."

"Right, I'll get someone for ya. Nick!"

A younger, much better kept, man entered. She estimated he was probably about her age, or at least no older that Tom and Bill.

"Hello, I'm Nick. What's your number?"

"19."

He flipped his keys around and found the one with the number 19 on it. "Got it. Follow me."

Laurie followed him outside the office to where her led her to the large blue storage door. "What's in this thing?" he asked.

"Not so sure myself. I have to get it out of here this month or it goes straight to charity." They put their keys into the slots and turned. When they opened the door she saw dozens of things that brought back memories. She walked in and the first thing that caught her eyes was an old grandfather clock.

"Wow," she sighed.

"This is a lot of stuff, you bringing a truck over?" Nick asked.

"Uh… two. I'm bringing one to go back to my place, the second to send it to the local Goodwill."



He walked in and picked up a box. "Wow, are these albums originals. The Beatles… Elvis…Pink Floyd."

"Yeah, no big deal."

"No big deal? These things could be worth millions."

She pulled her bands away from her face, "yeah, maybe."

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

Her eyes widened, "It's possible… Where do you go to school?"

"Terry Sanford," Nick said as he blew off some dust a Beatles album, "but I've been sick the last few days. Supposedly some celebrity came by yesterday and got humiliated, but my friends are teasing me and won't tell me who. Apparently I'd make a big deal out of it."

"Yeah, some people get that way around celebrities."

To me you'll be forever sacred

I'm dying but I'll know our love will live…

It was Laurie's cell phone. "Hey, Bill. No just at the storage center. Really? Not yet obviously. I'll go by the bookstore later. Wow, didn't know you could do that. I know. See you later. Your eight or mine? Alright, bye!"

"Didn't know you could speak German," Nick said.

"They usually don't. Sorry about the sudden call, obsessive boyfriend." Shit, she thought. He heard me call him my boyfriend; maybe he won't ever recognize me. "I'm sure you know how that is. I'd have to guess that you have a lot of girls all over you," she complimented.

"Nah, not much for dating."

"Why?"

"Well," he started, "a few years back I really liked this girl, a close friend of mine, and I wanted to tell her how I felt, but then she had to move away. I was devastated. Apparently though she's been the center of attention in the media. She recently inherited a company."

"Wow," Laurie said. Somehow this story was very familiar.

"Don't think I'd ever stand a chance though. Apparently she's dating some German guitarist."

G-German? Laurie thought.

"Maybe you've heard of her? Laurie Collins?"



Laurie almost dropped the vase she was holding. "Y-yeah… I've heard of her. When was the last time you saw her?"

"Three years, haven't even seen a picture of her. She could be a blonde for all I know." Oh… he's so wrong there. "I'm going to buy a magazine where she was interviewed. I'm really hoping that there's a nice photo of her."

"Well I've got to go. I'll bring two trucks with me tomorrow. Oh, I'll go ahead and take this with me" she said as she grabbed a large guitar in its case.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

OoOoOoO

Laurie was nervous as she played. Alexz had taught her the song and she wanted to practice. She sat in her bad as she slowly strummed the first few notes and sang softly.

I feel my heart doesn't fit
'Cause it beats too many times
And it skips
Running races in my head and then

I feel my hands don't work
Touching your skin in the dark
I was put here to watch
Not meant to get caught up in it
Close to your skin

Up and down
On this merry-go-round
Take Me Up
Put me back in one piece
But let me feel you

Well, here I am
Landing myself again
Ready to fake it on a win
But let me break him in
Let me break him in

I made a choice
Try and make myself invisible
Make sure I can fit it
Cause Im sick of feeling miserable
Hidden by some lies
Sacrifice my friendly ties
Started from scratch
Won't attack if he walks my way
Hear what he has to say

I feel my heart doesn't fit
'Cause it beats too many times
And it skips
Running races in my head and then


I feel my hands don't work
Touching your skin in the dark
I was put here to watch
Not meant to get caught up in it
Close to your skin

I made a choice
Try and make myself invisible
Make sure I can fit it
Cause I'm sick of feeling miserable
Hidden by some lies
Sacrifice my friendly ties
Started from scratch
Won't attack if he walks my way
Hear what he has to say

I feel my heart doesn't fit
'Cause it beats too many times
And it skips
Running races in my head and then

She couldn't believe how caught up she could get into that song. Alexz's brother wrote it and Laurie knew he was a genius when it came to the subject of lyrics. Just as she put the guitar down she heard a steady clapping.

Laurie looked around to figure out where the sound was coming from as she drew her eyes to her laptop monitor. She got up and found the hidden window where Bill was clapping.

(German main language)

"I didn't know you could sing," he said.

"You so said eight!" Laurie shouted.

Bill shrugged. "Sometimes the whole time zone thing just gets too confusing. I didn't know you could sing so well."

"I did," another voice said.

"Who else is there?" Laurie asked.

"Umm, everyone?"

George, Gustav, and Tom all showed their faces on screen. "I hate it when you do that…" Laurie groaned. "So what are you guys doing?"

"Just got back from a party," Tom said.

"Alone?"

"Eh… can't do it everyday."



"Liar," Georg shouted. "He's expecting a video chat from Shenae soon."

"Shut up!" Tom yelled back.

"Wow," Laurie sighed, "you guys are getting kind of serious."

Tom smiled and shrugged. "We'll see where it goes. So how's it going in Fayetteville?"

"Fine, oh I picked up the April issue of Mode!" Laurie reached into her purse and revealed a magazine with a supermodel on the cover. "Did you guys see your shoot yet?"

"No, we didn't see the magazine at all. Show it to us," Bill said.

Laurie flipped through the magazine to find it. "Here it is." She pointed the pages at the camera on her laptop and gave the guys the best pictures she could offer. "You can find the interview online."

"Yeah, ours," Bill said. "Read us yours."

"I don't want to. You're lying, I saw the interview online."

"Show us then," Tom challenged.

Laurie minimized the window and opened up her internet explorer. The first thing she saw though, shocked her.

"Oh… my… god…"

"What?" Gustav asked.

"Go to Yahoo!"

Bill typed it up and saw what Laurie was so scared. She pulled them back up on her screen and began to panic.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"