A/N Here's the rewrite of Ch 2. Enjoy!

Watch me

Catch the light

Thrill me

Every night

When we watch TV, stroke my hair

Kiss me, show me you care

Watch me, like you love me

Watch me like you love me

"Watch me"

From the album "Love Hurts"

Vocals by Susannah Simon

Song written by Slater/Prescott

"Oh my God!" squealed Kelly, jumping up onto the table. "Susie? Its been so long! Why dont ya come up here and sing us your song!"

I rolled my eyes. Oh Puh-lease. The wicked witch sees all with her magic eye. She knew I was here all along.

"Susannah!" one woman cried. "I loved you! I had a poster of you on my wall!"

"I bet I had a bigger one!" yelled the guy behind her. OK, that was just pervy. "Can I get your autograph?"

"Found love since that dickhead Slater?" called another guy. "I've always taken your side over that, Susie!"

"Kelly!" I called. "Can you help get these people off?"

"Enjoy the attention," she tittered back. "While it lasts. Remember when you had more than-" she counted the crowd around me " - twelve people asking for your autograph?"

"Shut up, Kelly!" I yelled.

"Did I hit a nerve, Simon?" she asked. "I'm sorry. I forget not everyone can get off with a multi-millionaire producer."

That was it. I put down my Diet Coke and faced Kelly. Her stupid little smile disppeared.

"You may have stolen my fiancee, Prescott," I sneered. "But you're not gonna steal my dignity."

I reached foward and yanked one of her polyester hair extensions hard. She screeched and fell backwards into some delighted fan. Re-arranging her jewellry and breast implants, she stood up, and slapped my cheek hard. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her on to the floor.

"Its on, skank."

"Bring it, one-hit-wonder."

It was stupid how we rolled on the floor, swiping at each other viciously, hurling insults. Anybody who didnt know our past and looked on would have just dismissed the event as a drunken scramble. But the fans surrounding us, fumbling for their cell phones and digital cameras were ready to report a fight that should have occured long ago. Kelly Prescott stole my fiancee, and my career, and I wasnt ready to forgive her.

"You bitch!" I yelled at her, pulling her honey blonde curls. "Do you know what you did to me?"

"Saved you from yourself?" suggested Kelly. "Everyone knew your songs were never very good. You always had to borrow someone else's."

I dropped her wrists and stood up, tears flowing down my cheeks. "I never got a chance to show Paul what I could write."

"You got to prove you werent much use between the sheets though," remarked Kelly, and I was about to slug her again when someone held me back.

"Come with me, Susannah," they whispered in my ear.

"Did you hear what she said?" I squealed back. "That hurts, you know."

"Be the better person that you are," replied the guy, picking up my Diet Coke. "Come on."

I let him lead me out of the bar, and wipe smears of blood from my cheek. He handed me my Coke.

"Here," he said. "Drink."

I slurped noisily, till I felt calmer, and my breathing steady. "Thanks," I said. "I could have really caused some damage."

"I dont think breaking Kelly Prescott's nose would count as damage," replied the guy. He held out his hand. "Please to meet you, Susannah. My sister was a huge fan. I'm Jesse. Jesse De Silva."

I shook his hand and smiled. " I'm pleased to meet you too."