We left the building, and Rosalina retook my hand. I let her lead, so she felt like this was still a surprise. She first took us to the studio where we had filmed most of our music videos. Walking down the halls, a lot of good memories came back, but with the good also came the bad.

"So what are we doing here, Rosalina?" I asked.

"You'll see. While we're walking, though, I have always been meaning to ask you something. Why were you picking your nose that one day during the filming for Sometimes I'll Be There? I'd never have expected that from you."

"Oh Rosalina, can we please not talk about that. That was embarrassing enough the first time, let alone going over it, again."

"No, I want to know. If that's something that might be happening often, don't you think your girlfriend should know?"

"It won't be happening ever again. Coop and I had been talking about unwanted hair, and he had been trying to look up my nose to see if there was any, but couldn't see any, so he told me to feel and see if any was there. I nearly died when we walked passed you."

"Oh, that makes more sense. I should have known it was something stupid like that." She said as she opened a door and guided me in.

"Oh wow. This was my dressing room. I haven't seen this place in years." I said without thinking.

"Umm, Nat, it's only been about a year since we've been here."

"Oh, yeah. I just meant that it's felt like it's been years, considering all of the fun that we had on the tour and all, you know?"

"No, I don't, but if you say so, Nat." I could tell she was thinking more than she was saying.

"So anyways, why did you bring us here?" I asked, trying to move away from the subject. Was I really this empty-headed?

"Do you really not remember the importance of this room to us?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I stopped to think. The last time I was in this room was five years ago by my time, and that was on this day. How was I supposed to remember? She sighed.

"Here, let me remind you." She said as she sat me down on the couch, facing away from the door. She then walked over to the door. I was confused until I heard her say something.

"I wasn't laughing at you. And she's not my friend…you're my friend."

"Funny way of showing it." I said, catching onto the importance of the room. Maybe I did have room to rebuild some of my memories.

"Nat…" she said with a sigh, and then came over and kissed me on the lips. I smiled as she sat next to me.

"Our first kiss. On the lips, that is"

"Yeah, it was. It also was my first kiss in general."

"Really? A beautiful girl like you should surely have had her first kiss before that."

"Nope, that was my first. I was saving it for someone special."

"Is that was you initially didn't want to do the Long Distance kissing scene?"

"It was a mix of that and that Patrice was giving me a lot of crap for it, and as much as I didn't care what Patrice said, I also felt the peer pressure. For those couple of minutes, I felt the embarrassment of having to kiss an eleven year old."

"I was almost twelve. Do you have any idea how hurt I was when I found out that you didn't want to do the scene? That my first kiss would have to be with someone I didn't know or love?"

"I do know, Nat, because it nearly ruined our friendship. You were so mad, and part of me knew why. As soon as I found out that Patrice had entered the contest to be the one to kiss you, I regretted backing out. I wanted to make it up to you."

"So you only did it at the time because you felt bad for me?"

"Please don't twist my words, Nat. I did like you, but I was still confused about how I liked you. I couldn't get the age difference out of my head, no matter how hard I tried, or how many times something would happen and it was clear how perfect we would be together."

"I understand, Rosalina. I don't mean to make this difficult for you. I just wish that we could have had something happen sooner. It might have saved us a lot of problems."

"What do you mean? We didn't have that many problems, unless you count the whole Bobby Love incident." Was today 'How many times can I nearly blow this' day?

"Well, you have to admit, Bobby did nearly take you from us. If he hadn't taken the song we had planned to sing, and sung it that night, you would have gone off with him."

"You don't know that, Nat. None of us does. And I'm still really glad you took me back into the band so easily. I deserved what the other guys were giving me. But enough of this, we've got another place to be." She said, taking my hand again. When we left the building, I found that the sun was already touching the horizon. We had been in there talking longer than expected. Now she guided me into the park. About half way in, we came to a picnic bench that had been clearly set for the occasion. It had a fancy white tablecloth on it, and on the table were two sets of plastic silverware, and in the middle of the table was a lit candle. Being the gentleman that I am, I helped Rosalina into her seat, and then took my seat across from her. I heard someone walk up behind us, and I turned to see Thomas in a tux.

"Good evening. Shall the lovely couple take the couple's dinner special? And please say yes, because I seriously don't have a plan for if you say no."

"That will be fine, Thomas." Rosalina said, smiling. I had been tempted to say no, just to see how Thomas would deal with it, but I let Rosalina's answer stand.

"Ok, so that'll be one pickled brain for the gentleman and two eyes of newt for the lady." Thomas said. Rosalina gave him a look, and he immediately backed off. "Kidding, of course. One moment, please."

Thomas left and I turned to Rosalina.

"You organized all of this?"

"Maybe a little bit. Do you like it?" she asked with a small smile.

"I love it. But you didn't have to go through all the effort. You know I'm not a difficult guy to impress."

"Well, I wanted to good dinner, because I do have some news I wanted to share with you." Thomas brought two plates with covers on them and set them down in front of us. He removed the covers to reveal two plates of spaghetti.

"Enjoy your romantic dinner. I'm going home to get out of this monkey suit and play video games." I chuckled. Some things about Thomas would just never change.

"So, you were saying about some news you wanted to share?" I asked as I picked up my plastic silverware and began to eat.

"Oh yeah, that. Well, you know how I said I was planning to enter that violin competition?"

"Of course. How could I forget that?"

"From the guy who forgot the importance of his dressing room."

"Touché. Please continue."

"Well, I made it to the national level!" she said, barely able to contain her excitement. I must have shown more disappointment that I meant to. "You aren't excited for me? I mean, it is a big honor, Nat."

"No, I seriously am thrilled for you. That really is amazing, and I knew you could do it." I said as I stood up, walked around the table, took her hands to help her up, and pulled her into a kiss while I spun her around. "You're gonna be amazing, just like you always are."

"Thanks, Nat. But why did you seem disappointed at first?"

"I was just surprised, that was all."

"Nat, you aren't making any sense. You were surprised by it, yet you said you knew I could do it. What's really going on, Nat? You know you can tell me the truth." Rosalina asked. I sighed. I was nearly tempted to tell her. But I couldn't. It wasn't her burden to bear. It was mine, and I would deal with it.

"I'm just not quite myself since we've gotten back. I'm so used to being on tour, I'm still readjusting to home life, that's all."

"Oh, ok." I could tell she didn't believe me, but was willing to let it go. She kissed me again, and I kissed back, starting our first passionate kiss. And all I could think of was how Michel was on his way, and for the first time, I really hoped that history would change itself. I hoped it would, yet very highly doubted it.