The day went by quickly, and the next thing Maddy knew, she was backstage in full costume, watching the crowd buzz happily.

She smothered down her gown and scratched her head, irritated, 'this wig is so itchy.'

Tom turned around, looked her up and down, and smiled, 'you look really pretty, Mads.'

'Thanks Tom. But I seriously hate this stupid wig.'

'Blonde suits you.'

Maddy scoffed, 'oh p-lease.'

They went on and did their worst, the crowd laughed in places, cooed in places, and fell asleep through pretty much all places. Maddy and Tom came off fully satisfied with their work.

But something didn't feel right, Maddy knew something wasn't right; she just couldn't put her finger on it…

'Rhydian!' Shannon burst through the backstage doors.

Maddy gasped, 'He's here?' That's what she was feeling, she was feeling him. 'Where?'

Shannon pointed to the empty seat in the back, 'I could've sworn I just saw him.'

Sighing, Maddy turned and placed her hand over the pain in her chest. She missed him every day, for the year he'd been gone. She felt like she was going to cry again, for the sixth time that week.

'Maddy, are you okay?' Shannon asked.

'I just miss him, that's all. We were best friends and all.'

'I know, just that one last scene left and you can go home. That is if you are still up for it?'

Maddy nodded, 'I can't let Tom down, not now.'

'Speaking of Tom, where is he?' Shannon asked.

Maddy raised her eyebrows, 'I don't actually know.'

If Maddy knew where Tom really was, and who he was speaking to, she'd probably have a heart attack.