Hey Again! here is Chapter 4!

May POV:

Drew … not a Duke? In fact, he was just a normal writer. It all comes together now, and I laugh bitterly in my head as I realize that I had made a mistake. I could hear Gary outside of the door, talking to a man, that must have been the Duke! Clearly I had been mistaken about the person Gary was talking about, and the realization that person I had fallen so hard for was NOT a rich man, but a penniless writer, made me wince. What was I going to do now? But I couldn't think of that at the moment. It would hurt too much, and I had work to do.

Stepping into character, I turn to Drew. "Hide! Out the back!" Before I knew it, the door open behind me and I turned around quickly, while Drew hide behind my back. I smile for the Duke and Gary.

"My dear, are you decent for the Duke? Where were you?" Gary asked me, with a worried look.

I made my way over to the champagne table so Drew could hide behind it. "I … I was waiting."

Gary turned around to the Duke "Dear Duke, allow me to introduce, Mademoiselle May."

"Good evening, May. Such a pleasure to meet you." The Duke was a thin man, with white hair and a curling moustache much like Gary's, only not so magnificent. He has a slightly demonic look to him, twitching and ogling me shamelessly. Yes, the looks like the Duke I was expecting. He took my hand in his and bent down to peck it, and I try not to flinch as his whiskers chaff my skin. "Please call me Bandan."

"How wonderful of you to take time out to visit Bandan." As his head was bent I was able to take a quick peek behind me and saw Drew was barely fitting behind the table.

"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental.." He was quoting my own song. Ugh, how tacky.

"But diamonds are a girl's best friend." I fake a smile.

"I'll leave you two squirrels to get better acquainted. Ta ta." Gary whisks himself out of the room and closes the door tightly behind us, believing that we would be all alone in the room, never suspecting that an unfortunate writer was desperately trying to cram himself behind a table at the very moment.

Drew POV:

It had all been going so well: I had finally gotten my voice, and sung everything that was in my heart to May, while I saw her gaze at me in wonder. Fuelled by this attention, a much softer one than before, I sang on, twirling her around the room, holding her to me and feeling her warmth by the end of the song we were both staring at each other in wonder, and I could feel my love-soaked heart pounding in my throat.

I though that she was in love with me, but now … it seemed that when she heard I was a simple writer, her entire outlook on me soured. It seemed to have been the Duke she has expecting and not me. But it make no sense: hadn't she picked me out of the crowd? I felt a stab of jealousy prick me as I was now trying to hide myself behind the table. In the end I just gave up and began praying that he wouldn't see me, even though I had no idea what was going on.

Thinking back to what May had said, it sounded as if she thought I was the Duke and had mixed me up with .. what was his name? Bandan! But then … if she was picky about someone based on their job, or status, then she was a gold digger! She had never loved me at all. I felt a stab of pain slash through my heart at these words, but my mind wouldn't believe it. The way she had looked at me, held me close, danced with me, it was all a lie? No, never. I refused to believe it.

The Duke, kept on his petty and boring conversation with May until he spotted the Champagne bottle. "After tonight's pretty exertions on the stage, you must be in need of refreshment, my dear." He began walking to it, and he was so close he could probably hear my heart pounding. I threw my head down out of sight just as May yelled.

"Don't!"

The Duke looked at her confusion as she began walking towards him randomly jabbing the air with her hands and barely concealed look of terror in her eyes.

"… Don't you just … love the view?" She pointed out of the window, sighing dramatically while trying to get the Duke's attention. I was surprised and a little hurt to see that she was using the same open face breathy voice that she had used to get to me, although when she had been talking to me it made a little more sense. Now it just sound like rubbish.

The Duke was clearly trying to find something to say about the view and ended up calling it "Charming" before turning back to the champagne bottle and me, who couldn't help but gawk at her as she made a fool of herself.

"Oh!" From behind my hiding place I heard her gasp and some fabric moving in the air and slowly so I wouldn't make too much movement and because I was so stunned, rose up to look over my table with a look of utter shock on my face as May began swirling her arms like pinwheel and dancing, letting out strange sounds and spinning in circles.

"I feel like dancing!" Anyone who was not under her spell could have seen that she was crazy, But the Duke was entranced enough with her beauty that he stared at her, smiling for a while, probably thinking that he still got the girl even if she was insane. I had to check first, though to see if he really was stupid enough to believe this stuff. Yes, sure looked like it. And the again he was turning around again.

"I should like a glass of champagne." His hand strayed to the bottle again.

"No!" Throwing her arms out, you could see gears moving in her head, furiously trying to think of something to say. Luckily she was quick on her feet and the Duke was rather oblivious.

"It's .. it's a little bit funny."

"What is, my dear?" You can tell by his voice that he was confused, and I poked my head up again to watch.

"This.." I could tell she was trying to remember what I had said to her, so I tried to help, adlibbing the word "feeling."

"Feeling!"

I pointed to myself and whispered "inside."

"Inside…"

Still barely saying anything, I want on. "I'm not one of those …"

"I'm not one of those who can easily…" I put my hands over my face. "Hide." Relieved, I drew my hands away from my face, but in the process knocked over a glass onto the floor that, although didn't break, did make a noise, which brought the Duke spinning around. I ducked my head, but I knew it would be too late.

"Aragh!" Just as the Duke was moving May threw herself at his feet, sobbing. "I don't have much money .." She looked up at him pleadingly, and I could tell that he was enthralled. "But if I did, I would buy a big house where we both could live." She began massaging and he closed his eyes in pleasure. After during this, May pulled his legs apart, bringing a yelp from the Duke, as she looked angrily at me and jabbed her fingers at the door, before closing the Dukes legs and looking up at him once more.

"I hope you don't mind,

I hope you don't mind,

That I put down in words..

How wonderful life is, now you're in the world."

I was surprised to hear my own words coming from her lips. Even though I felt a tinge of jealousy of her using the words for someone else than me, I pushed the feeling down as I listened to her. As she moved up from the floor to look into the Dukes eyes, I was getting ready to dash away when the time was right.

I could tell from even the back that the Duke couldn't take his eyes off of May, and I knew that would be my best time to escape. Still, I couldn't help but feel pain in my stomach. I shouldn't leave her alone with a man like this. But she is a strong girl; she can work this out herself.

"That's very beautiful," The Duke murmured to May, Watching her with huge eyes, looking like a complete and utter fool. Then again, that's probably the way I looked too.

"It's from Spectacular, Spectacular. Suddenly, with you here, I finally found the true meaning of those words." While she was doing this she had reached an arm casually behind the Dukes shoulders and was angrily jabbing at the door, trying to make me get out. I made it to the door and began to open it without a sound.

"How wonderful life is, now you're in the world…" I had slid the door open, and backed out as she spoke sweet meaningless words to the Duke. I peeked behind me and saw a doorman waiting outside with his back to me. Frightened that he might see me, I threw myself back inside and couldn't help but slam the door.

"And what meaning is that my dear-" Slam. The Duke was completely going along with May's nonsense when I slam the door, and I knew I was done for. He couldn't have not heard that. I was scared stiff.

"Oh, no, no!" with a dramatic cry at the exact same moment that I slam the door, May threw herself against the bed, and I tried to shield myself behind a curtain, shaking with fear, even though I knew it would never work if he actually looked over to me. But he was too transfixed with the anguished angel on the bed, who was now pounding her fists against the pillows.

"Bandan!" she pointed an angry finger at him, and even I would flinched, except that she looked so weak and feminine anyway that it kind of lost its effect. "Don't you toy with my emotions! You must know the effect you have on women." The entire time she had been going on in a dramatic voice, and she broke off with a fake sob. Was the Duke really falling for this? And how could May make up such lies on the spot? Of course, she's an actress. Although she surprised me as she changed gears immediately.

"Let's make love!" She almost snarled to him, pulling him to her lips and kissing them savagely. "You want to make love, don't you?" I was appalled, but realized she was trying to make a distraction as she pounded on his back in false passion, and stabbed her finger to the open window. The Duke was on top of her now, and they were letting out little gasps of delight, and I couldn't stop the pain had leaping across my chest at the sounds. Already I had grown attached to the actress that had only wanted me for "my" money. I stayed put with a determined look on my face.

Turning my way seeing that I had not left through the window, May's face grew savage behind the Duke's back, and began to silently word, "Get out, get out!" Finally she dropped her hand on the bed in defeat, tension clear on her perfect face. I wanted to clear it, but couldn't stand her actions any longer, whatever flight instincts were screaming in my head.

"Yes. You are right! We should wait." She was speaking to the Duke now, but she was looking at me angrily. She knew that if I was found here now she would be in as big trouble as me. "We should wait until opening night."

"Wait? Wait?" His voice sounded rusty and foul with lust, and we both shuddered at the sound.

I smiled at May, happy that she wouldn't do it right in front of me, and she gave a sarcastic smile back. I knew that there would be hell to pay when we were alone, but at this moment I was contented. I quickly hide behind a big vase to get out of view.

"Yes, there's a power in you that scares me." May's words, if not dramatized, were probably true. "Go, go!"

"But I just got here-"

"Oh yes, but we'll see each other every day during rehearsal." She was flinging anything out of her mouth to get him away. "Yes we must wait. We must wait until opening night. Get out!" And with that she pushed an unsatisfied Duke out of her condo. As the door slammed shut, we both breathed a shallow sigh of relief.

"Do you have any idea- any idea what could have happened if you were found?" May was storming towards me now, and I was waiting for her, but something wasn't right. She seemed to lose fire as she spoke, and I could see tiny droplets of sweat all over her perfect forehead.

She closed her lips and let out a soft gasp, before wavering, becoming limp in the air, and falling towards me.

"Oh my god" I Caught her with a surprised gasp, and looked down on her in horror, at her pale cheeks and face. What had happened? What had happened to my May?

She was so light, like a feather in my arms, as I looked desperately into her eyes. Please, please don't leave me. I don't care if she is just a whore looking for a rich husband. I love her.

And that was that, then. I loved her. Stupid me. I hated myself. So willing to love, always told to be wary of such things, I fad fallen into it with someone who I could never reach: May, a actress, such a beautiful creature of the underworld.