A/N: It's good to see a pretty good turnout for the first chapter. Sorry, that this chapter is a little shorter than the previous one. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think of it so far.

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Chapter 2:

A Silver Lining

Harper sat on the edge of the bench in the women's locker-room after the show was over. She ran the whole segment through her mind over and over again; of course, the clenching of her heart returned. Forcing the burning sensation of tears away, she got up to finish packing her things up.

She hated feeling like there was no out for the situation and far too often she wondered if stepping away from the company for a while would help; but it was always Lyric who convinced her that it wasn't worth sacrificing her dream over one person.

Pulling the handle up on her travel bag, she tucked a chunk of her hair behind her ear and proceeded to open the door. On the other side of it, was the man in question. Seth's hand was up in a clenched fist as if he had been just about to knock on the door.

The dark of his eyes was like a vortex that swirled so many different emotions and Harper had a hard time looking away from them, otherwise, she knew that she could lose herself inside their depths. Just like so many times before.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, doing her best to act angry.

"Just came to talk." He replied holding his hands up innocently.

Harper stepped out into the hall, pulling her bag behind her. Her hand clenched the handle much too hard, making her knuckles turn white. Seth reached behind him to pull up his hair into a tight bun behind his head. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked forcefully, not giving an inch of emotion in his direction.

"I wanted to make sure that you were okay. I know this segment tonight couldn't have been easy for you."

"You're right! It wasn't easy for me!"

"I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's a little too late for that, isn't it?"

She quickly walked away from him, begging for the tears to hold off until she reached her vehicle in the parking garage. Once she got there, Lyric was already putting her things into the trunk. The sight of her with a smile on her face made all the anger she was currently feeling go away for the time being.

For once, she wanted to see her sister happy and in that moment she looked as if she was just that. "So what's got you all smiling?" Harper asked, tossing her own bag into the trunk with a thud.

"No reason in particular. I mean I did tell Seth off after the segment and that felt pretty good."

"Well that explains why he tried to talk to me as I was coming out here."

Lyric closed the trunk and immediately turned to face her sister. The smile was no longer present. She felt guilty for allowing her emotions to get the better of her. Harper had been doing well with dealing with the break up and now, since she opened her mouth the broken look had appeared all over again. "I'm sorry. I was only trying to get him to understand that everything you're feeling is his fault."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it, let's just get going."

The two women got into their rental with Harper taking control of the driving. Lyric sat in the passenger seat with her journal out on her lap. Her hand moved steadily across the page as words were placed on the lines.

Keeping her eyes on the road, she moved her free hand to connect her phone to the AUX cord that was already in the port. If there was one things that could get her mind off of tonight's events it was music, her second love in the world.

"How about you drive and I hook this up. I prefer to not have an accident tonight." Lyric commented taking her sister's phone and cord away from her hand.

"Please don't put on any country...I can't handle that today."

Lyric did as she was instructed. It wasn't country; but it wasn't metal either. She decided on pop music, which wasn't Harper's favorite either; however, she did occasionally listen to a couple songs here and there. Her sister was all about lyrical value in a song. If it didn't mean anything then she didn't want to hear it. "Is this okay?" She asked, sitting the phone down into the cup holder between the two seats.

"It's fine. You know...he told me that he never meant to hurt me."

"Harp, I honestly don't know what goes through that man's head. All I know is that everything happens for a reason and maybe there is a reason for this to. Emotions aren't supposed to be easy to handle. We are all human and we all make mistakes."

Harper knew that she wasn't entirely wrong about that. Everyone made mistakes and there was a possibility that Seth was trying to make up for them. If that was the case, then he was seriously going to have to do better than what he tried to do earlier if he wanted to make amends.

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Seth lay in bed staring at the ceiling going over the small conversation that he had with Harper at the end of the show. She tried her best to get angry with him; but he could see right through it. She was hurt and that was his fault. He never thought he'd have a chance to make things right with her and the segment at the show was his starting point in trying to do just that.

There were way too many options that could happen with this current storyline and the thought of Harper being involved just that one time didn't appeal to him. Several ideas swirled in his mind that perhaps he'd bring up when he saw Hunter next.

Letting a long heavy sigh, he sat up and got out of bed. He slipped the t-shirt he had been wearing back on and slid a pair of jeans over his underwear. He was glad that the hotel had a bar across from the lobby. A drink was exactly what he needed to calm his mind. Once he got down to the first floor he caught sight of smoky violet hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail.

Harper was sitting at the bar with a half empty glass in front of her. The music was low but loud enough to still enjoy it. It reminded him of the fact that they always seemed to enjoy music together, whether is was just jamming out in the car or watching her sing on stage every so often. Not that he had a perfect voice; but there were times that he envisioned joining her on that stage, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind to kiss the hollow of her neck.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked, noticing him cautiously approaching the bar.

"Corona, bottle please." He answered sitting down on a stool in front of her.

Harper shifted her eyes to see him. He left a seat between them, giving her the space she wanted; but he seemed off. His hair was pulled back the same way hers was. The bartender handed him the bottle beer he asked for just as she watched him take the first swig from the opening.

"Would you like another one, Miss Kennedy?"

"Yeah…" She replied sliding her now empty glass forward.

Looking around, Seth could see several people at the tables behind them. A few couples were dancing a little further back when the music was the loudest. Returning his glance back to what was in front of him, he fought with himself to speak to her. When the bartender gave her the new drink, it was going to the only chance he had left.

"So why are you down here?" She asked, beating him to the question.

"Couldn't sleep. You?" He asked, hoping this conversation went better than the last one.

"Same."

She lifted her glass, taking a sip from the edge. It was hard for her to keep the words to a minimum when all she wanted to do was fall into his embrace. She missed the comforting nature of it. Her throat clenched at the thought of it, nearing choking on the drink in her mouth. "I don't want things to be tense between us. I want us to be able to talk civilly." He said turning his head to fully look at her.

"I think I'll be able to manage that; but I will say this….you hurt me in far too many ways to count and if what you're doing is trying to make up for mistakes made...then you are really going to have to try harder. It's not going to be easy for you to succeed this time."

Tilting her head back to finish the last remnants of her drink, she placed a twenty on the counter and jumped down from her seat. Her words left him feeling numb and unable to speak further. She walked passed him without a single glance in his direction. His mind reeled in the words she spoke. Was she saying there was a chance that he could make up for the mistakes he made in the past? Then that was what he was going to do.

"I thought you'd be down here." Roman said sitting down next to him.

"Can't sleep either?" Seth asked, trying his damnedest to push the conversation he just had with Harper away for the time being.

"Actually I just got back from the club across the street; but I just saw Harper walking out of here so I figured you might be in here to."

Roman studied his best friend's face. He saw the guilt across it. "If you want to make amends with her, just keep trying. If you want her, don't stop fighting. Mistakes can always be fixed."

"I've never given up on anything in my life, so I don't plan to start now."

"Good, now let's get out of here before both of us feel like shit in the morning."

Seth laughed and then proceeded to finish the beer in his hand. He left money on the counter just as Harper had and then followed Roman out of the bar with the hope that soon he would be able to make things right between himself and Harper Kennedy once more.