Nothing happened. The couch still stayed red, the light was still on. I squeezed my eyes shut. The feeling of sweet anticipation, was replaced with one of dread. I opened my eyes, again expecting a change. None came.

I laughed. I had been chasing a dream, literally. The little red book stayed at my chest as I rocked myself, trying and failing to comfort myself.

I think I will have some tea.

Morning came, as it always did. I was never one for mornings, preferring to sleep longer than most people, but today was the day I had to whole stage to myself. If I didn't get there on time then I wouldn't have the whole stage or all of the time to practice. It really was very simple math. Groaning I sat up as the alarm was yelling at me to wake up as it always did.

"No need to yell, stupid alarm clock." I muttered as I turned it off. Jumping off of the bed I did five jumping jacks, five pushups, then slapped myself in the face five times. Miss Ludmilla had taught us that the first day we came to the studio. She said.

"If you aren't waked up by then, then there is some wrong with you." Miss Ludmilla was not fluent in English, but she got her ideas through well enough with yelling and many hand gestures.

Walking out of the room, I saw that in my red book was lying on my couch, opened to the page showing a picture of a goblin king. I walked over and saw that I wasn't hallucinating.

"Huh."

I walked away, a half smile on my face.

The rest of the morning went as most people's do. Brushing of the teeth, eating of the cereal, drinking of the coffee and of course getting the clothes on. This morning I found that my leotard had a rip in it and I had to sew it in. Although my sewing skills aren't the best, I tried to make it look like it never even had a rip. I didn't want to be sent to the store by Ludmilla, which could prove to be very embarrassing.

By 9:30, I was at the bus station and ready to go. The wind blew, slapping me in the face. I hate winter. I loved snow but I hated winter, which always threw other people off balance.

When I got to the studio, Ludmilla was waiting for a smile on her face. Wait, was Ludmilla smiling for no reason? That was a first.

"Hello, Sarah" She said as I walked in and started bar. The combinations today were easy. But Ludmilla's leg lifts, almost killed me. Emphasis on almost. By the time that we got to the actual dancing, I was exhausted.

Welcome to a dancers life.

Ludmilla watched me dance few times, telling me that I should smile more, or else the audience will know all of my thoughts. Then she left, extras spring in her step. I smiled.

Someone has got that woman riled up. Merry Christmas, Ludmilla.

I danced until about two o'clock, then went out for lunch at the small café across the street. Munching on my sandwhich while drinking the hot cocoa, I heard something I thought I would never hear again.

"If you should ever need us."

"Yes, if you should ever need us."

"Just call."

I spun around almost spilling my cocoa.

"Hoggle? Sir Didymus?" I whispered, my eyes wide. There was nothing. No one. Just an empty table. I turned back laughing and pinching myself. I was hallucinating now? If this continued I would seek help.

Returning to the studio, I met with my partner, Eric, and we danced. Eric was tall, muscled and dark eyed. He was the perfect picture of the novel bad boys. He had professed his love interest to me by asking me out to dinner. I had declined saying that I was sorry, and that we should try being friends at first. We were friends but I knew that he wanted more. The real reason that I had declined was because he was no Jareth. Silly of me I know, but I had told myself that, until I saw Jareth again in my dreams then I would take the next step. I never did.

By the time we finished, we were both breathing hard. Taking huge swigs of water I said the words that I said everytime.

"There is nothing like this thing we call dancing." Eric gave me a small smile.

"Yes there is." My brow furrowed, looking at him for an explanation. " Something that makes you sweat and tired and aching. There are many things like it."

I punched him lightly.

"You know perfectly well what I mean." He laughed this time punching me back.

We sat in a comfortable silence, while stretching.

"Is there someone else?" he said so quietly that I almost didn't hear it. I froze in my splits. Looking at him with a sharp eyes about to tell him that I had made it clear long ago that this was out of bounds. His face stopped me. He had this earnest look of expectation on his face. He really wanted to know. My sharp gaze softened.

"Yes, but he is long time gone. Never to heard from again. I just cant get over his memory." I kept my face in that calm mask, not letting him see anything. I sat in front of him, comfort on my face.

"There is no point in waiting for me, go find your happiness. I promise you will find someone. Take chances for heavens sake, if you miss, I will always be right here being your best friend friend. When you find love and when you get married, I will even be your best man." Looking into his eyes I saw that there were small crystals of tears. All this stress must have got to him. I smiled.

"Its just that I am afraid that I will never get over this memory of mine. I need a lot of time. Something that you don't have, you need to move on. Not be weighed down by time like I am."

I put my forehead to his and his hands in mine. And sat there like that while his small hiccups started and ended. It was official that I, Sarah Williams, was and is, no good at love.

Jareth

I was having a bad day. No. I was having a bad day full of the idiots that were ruining it. Today there was a mother that had wished away her little boy. She had said that she never meant it, but all this crazy woman cared about was money. Not the baby, money. Her hours were almost up, and she was still wander the long pathway at the beginning, choosing not to take advice from the tea worms and the signs that literally told her to walk into the wall. Sitting in the throne room, I was going in and out of oblivion. Checking the clock I saw that there was one hour left. Darn being fair. I jumped up and transported himself with a poof in front of the woman.

"You're time is up. Ciao." My patience had worn so thin that it wasn't there anymore. Poof. I was back in the castle.

"Lin, give me the baby." The small old goblin came to me with a toothless grin.

"Majesty, this one 'ere is the best one yet" I looked down at the tiny human in her hands. Blond curls framed her big blue eyes. She certainly had the looks. I snapped my fingers, not bearing anymore of the human child. She disappeared to her new home, a couple of fey that were in need of a baby. Twelve hours and five minutes of not thinking about Sarah had gone.

Darn. I was thinking about Sarah again, that familiar ache in my chest. I used to think that humans were fascinating. Their lifestyles, their languages but after learning everything about them I saw that were vague creatures powered by revenge lust and curiousity. Not unlike myself. I never believed that anyone could even get through my labyrinth to save the helpless children that they themselves had wished away. That is until the green eyes and the perfect mouth that called herself Sarah came by. She was the only human that proved to be an endless enigma. Defeating me, and leaving me with nothing but words to protect myself. She was also the only one that proved to me the goblin king that I was capable of love. The only problem that my heart was given to a bird, flitting away as soon as she saw me never to be seen or heard again.

I sighed in frustration. The echoes of her last words bouncing countlessly though my skull. Taking off my gloves I sat down on my bed. Sarah was the bird that I was never to catch. Just as I was thinking those words, I heard a wish. There was something different about this wish, because right away I knew that no one was wishing away anyone. There was a mournful lilt to these words that I never heard before. Someone was wishing for me.

"I miss you Jareth. I wish I could see you one last time and tell you how I really feel."

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