My Word: Another attempt at Dorinda. I know it's pathetic, but I gotta try. Anyway, I hope that you understand what I am trying to do here. And I don't know how high the heels Sabrina actually wears are, so, I just took a stab in the dark. And I hope that I didn't hit anyone, or anything. Enjoy.

What on earth was I doing? Galleria was already asking me all sorts of questions on why I had taken a large bouquet of white roses to Devan when she'd been in the hospital. They all tease me on getting a single rose each night after a performance, but it was to be expected. But they were red roses yet, that told me someone was in love with me. All of which, is beside the current point. Why on earth was I dressing up in a disguise to go to a Sugar Rush concert? All of it just to see Devan?

"Hey, Do! How are you going out tonight?" Chanel asked as she walked into my room at the back of my bus. She caught me staring at my black haired wig, tight jean, three inch heel, fitting white top, and bright pink tie wearing self in the full length mirror. "Chuchie!" I exclaimed as I spun around quickly. It was a bad idea, as I nearly fell over. I wasn't used to heels that were so high. If Chanel hadn't been in flats, I'd have probably ended up on the floor.

"You okay Do?" she asked, making sure that I was balanced before letting me go. "Yea, thank you." I said with a blush as I brushed the hair of the wig out of my face. "Good." She said, looking me over. "Wow, you look amazing Do. But how do you plan on going to this thing?" she asked, falling to sit on my bed. I blushed again "I hadn't actually thought of that." I said, walking over to her and looking at the make-up on my bed. "Sit down Do. I'll fix your make-up for you." Chanel said, and I looked at her before listening.

***

"You're sure this is going to work, Chuchie?" I asked, watching as the cab drove up. Chanel smiled at me, her hood up to try and hide who she was from the driver. "I'm sure Dorinda. But if you can't get one back, just call the limo and slip off the wig."

"Chanel…"

"Enough Do, just go before Galleria remembers what tonight is." She said with a smile as she handed me a jean jacket. I nodded at her as I accepted it, quickly slipping into the back of the cab and telling it the address of the stadium the concert was supposed to be in, before twisting to wave at Chanel as it drove away.

***

Tonight, tonight I was just another girl. No one looked at me like I had something to give, well, some guys eyed me like candy, but that was different. No one was trying to get to know me because of the fame. I was just another fan of Sugar Rush, and I loved it. Every last minute of it. Every heart pounding, ear splitting moment of it. I was able to just grove out to the music, singing along and have my voice meld with all the others. And of course, I could do it this time, this time I could give her the white rose in person.

***

"Miss Keller, a fan to see you." The large and I mean large body guard said as he led me straight to her, sitting in her wheel chair. She looked like she'd been changing. She had baggy track pants on, her legs and cast perfectly covered. And she had on this loose fitting black tee with some guys face on it. He looked familiar, but I couldn't recall a name at all. Might have been something that one of my foster siblings liked, I just couldn't remember at the moment. "I thought you were awesome." I gushed automatically as she smiled up at me.

"Thanks." She said, eying me up and down much the same way the guys had. But the way she licked her lips was different, and I shivered. "Uh, here." I said as I thrust out the white rose. Her expression changed in an instant, and her touch was gentle as she took it from my out stretched hand. She just looked absolutely beautiful as she slowly brought it up to her nose and smelled it. When she looked back up, her eyes didn't go to me, but they went to her bodyguard standing behind me.

"Joe." She said in a serious and caring tone, and he must have nodded or something because he was taking a hold of my arm just above my elbow and leading me away. "Come with me please, Miss." He said, his voice deep, but very caring. I could only nod as I blindly followed him away from her.

***

"Ouch! Easy!" I sprang up in an instant, it was her voice. I knew it as well as my own. Standing there, just next to the door she came into view, being carried by her rather large bodyguard. When she saw me, she grinned. "I thought you'd have left." She said, smiling and nodding up at Joe as he left. She was looking at me again, but not like before, not up and down like before, but in my eyes. I blushed "I tried once, but they flanked me in an instant." I said, referring to the bodyguards. She frowned, looking away. "I'll talk to them about that." She said; her eyes focused on the floor.

It was quiet for no more then a few minutes time, and then she looked back up at me before carefully patting the couch next to her. "Come here, sit down." She told me, smiling warmly. On shaky legs, I walked over, stepping over her cast and sitting down next to her shyly. Her arm went around onto the couch behind me, nearly touching me as she smiled, and I blushed. "So," she started, shifting to better face me. "It's been you that sends me a rose after each performance, has it?" I could only nod, not trusting in my voice. Devan nodded once "Why have you chosen now, of all concerts, to give it to me personally? Is this your hometown?" she asked, trying to look me in the eye as I avoided looking at her.

"I'm from New York." I managed, my voice cracking oddly. She frowned, obviously confused. I took a deep breath, and found myself elaborating. "I just, I have all this stuff to do, and I was free all this week. So, I figured that there was no better time then now."

"Okay, that makes perfect sense, but that still doesn't tell me why you've hidden from me. I mean, so far, you haven't even told me your name." she said quickly, leaning back into the couch and looking to the door as it opened. Joe walked in, side-ways. "Miss Keller, she's here." He said, rather simply. Devan reacted, jerking forwards "No way! She's supposed to be with the label, working out a deal." She said, trying to get up, only to be forced back down. I wished that she would have kept her arm around the couch behind me. "I've told her that you were busy, but she's persisting." I looked from Devan's beautiful worried face up to a concerned and stressed looking one of Joe. Devan's dismissive waving hand had my attention back on her "Take her for a ride in the limo, and take her out to any store she wishes."

"I will try Miss Keller." He said, and then left us alone once again. Before I could even ask what they'd been talking about, she was speaking again. "Please, tell me your name… Tell me why, why is it that you chose white roses instead of any other type or colour?" she asked, looking at me. She was quick to go back to the subject, my head was almost spinning. But what was I supposed to say to that? Honestly, what could one say to something like that? My heart began to race, and I felt my face heating up more then before as I looked away to fiddle with my fingers. "Well, what is it?" she asked, brushing black hair out of my face and behind my ear. I was never so glad that I'd bought a real hair wig then I was in that moment. Okay, time to be brave Dorinda. I took a deep breath, and turned to look at her, but just as I opened my mouth to tell her that I loved her, and knew almost everything about her, when the door to her bus burst open and in walked… Me?

"Who's she!?" my mirror image asked, pointing at me. But she couldn't be me; her voice was far too high pitched. Still, it had my heart racing and my mind swimming. Was she with this look-a-like for that very reason, because she looked like me? Was she even with her? "Brittany," she said, and I mulled the name over. "Please, calm down. She's just a friend, and was here because I asked her to be. It's nothing more. I promise." She said, looking up at her with sincere eyes. My heart was breaking, watching her look at her like that, but then I caught it, when Brittany looked away, Devan looked relieved before rolling her eyes. "Well, okay. I'm going to bed then. Meet me soon?" she asked, in a high sweet voice that visibly made me wince. "I'll be there, just give me five minutes." She told her, smiling until she left into the back that was her bus. Blowing out a puff of air, she turned back to me, and asked "So, are you going to answer my questions?"

"Yes?" I questioned and she smiled as she shook her head at me. "Come on, give me your name at least, please?" I sighed, come on Do, think. Think, think, think!! "Rose." I said, the 'name' tumbling out of my mouth before I could try and stop it. Her eyebrows went up, and she smiled at me. "Really?" I nodded with a shy smile. "Well, that explains the roses, I guess… Why white?"

"Because red and pink seemed too forward. And my intentions are pure." I said, and truthfully, that's how I felt. But still, I had wanted to give her roses. And yellow, that was more something for a friend, or grandmother. "Well, they're my favourite, and I love them. It was a perfect choice." She said, before looking up at Joe who was standing in the door-way. "Escort her home." She told him, and he shook his head. "Why?"

"Bed." He said simply and she glared at him. He didn't seem phased by it, and after a minute she heaved a sigh and gave in. "Fine." I was given a kiss on the cheek before she was lifted up and carried away.

***

I don't remember getting up, leaving her trailer, or getting into the limo. I don't even remember the ride. Her kiss to my cheek just left me absolutely stunned. "Miss, we're here." I heard Joe's deep voice say and I jerked back to reality to look at him. When had I told him where to go?

"Oh, thank you." I said, slipping out of the limo after him. He was silent, but I could sense the question he wanted to ask. "Yes. I am Dorinda Thomas." I said, and then looked up at him as I pulled the wig off to let my blonde locks fall about my shoulders. "Please, don't tell her, I don't want her to know… She's got… Brittany." I said, having paused for a moment to remember her name. I was just unable to help it when it rolled off of my tongue bitterly.

"Your secret is safe with me, Miss Thomas." He said, nodding his head, and then walking me safely to the other bodyguards. They nodded to one another before he turned and left. I watched the limo drive off, before turning and walking with them to my trailer. What was I going to tell Chanel, and Aqua? Oh no, what about Galleria? She was sure to have remembered what tonight was, and have noticed that I was missing by now. I know that I'd been gone most of the night, and there was going to be no avoiding the questions. No matter how tired I really was, or faked to be. The thing about the Cheetah's, was that we were persistent when we wanted to know something. Every last one of us.

***

Sitting cross legged, with my hair up in a messy, half pony-tail, and a half bun, I hugged a pillow and tried to think of some decent answers to every question that had been asked. Heaving a sigh, I looked up and from Aqua, to Chanel, and then to Galleria. It was odd, but at the moment, all I could think about was how they'd sat in alphabetically order to me, from right to left. I knew the answers that each wanted to hear, but Galleria wasn't someone that was accepting with the type of relationship I was looking for with Devan. I remember, before we ever became as famous as we are this year, we'd been just starting, getting known, and we'd been in this promotion show. A couple had tickets, and back-stage passes. We'd met them, and talked, we were all having fun, before, what we'd all guiltily admitted to thinking was the boyfriend, left to go to the bathroom, and we watched as they walked into the girls. Galleria became so cold after that, snubbing her nose and refusing to speak. She wasn't as accepting as she'd like everyone to think she was. No, she turned her back right on the couple while the other three of us, continued to talk and laugh right along with them. At times, she even called Devan the meanest names, and made fun of her. Just because she preferred to be comfortable in jeans and tee's… Mostly guys clothes. But even still, her choice in company didn't help her in Galleria's eyes. Didn't matter how many times, I, Aqua, or Chanel defended her in her choices; she was always being called down. I was not going to be able to tell them everything that had happened this night. Not in its proper context anyway.

"The concert was pretty good, considering that Devan is in a wheelchair." I said with a small sigh, speaking at last. I even chose to ignore the look on Galleria's face as I continued on. "They had quite a bit of energy on stage, and a requested encore." I shifted, tucking another loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I met someone, and we hung out in the parking lot." I said, now blushing as the kiss came back into my mind. "We talked mostly, and when it came time to depart, I was given a kiss on the cheek. I was so just so stunned; I don't even really remember how I got back here. I just remember the bodyguards talking to me and walking me back here." I said, hoping that would satisfy the questions that I had heard. But not as it seemed, I was asked another one, by Aqua.

"Well, did you get a name?"

"Yes." I said teasingly, as I tried to get over my blush. "Well, give us his name then Do. Don't hold out." Galleria said, slapping my knee as she smiled. It looked like she'd gotten over the bugging me about Devan. I took a look at Chanel, just in time to see her forcing a smile. "Yeah, come on Dorinda. What's his name?"

"Uh…" I frowned, trying to figure out a name and keep it to Devan at the same time. It probably looked like I was trying to remember to them, and I liked it that way. "Al." I said after a long silent minute; leave it to them to figure it out from there. Because all I could remember; was that Devan's middle name, had started with those two letters.

"Oh, maybe his name's Albert." Aqua said, gushing as she shifted to better sit on my bed. "What other names start with a and l?" Galleria asked, laying herself out length wise and towards me, sitting at the head. "Alphonse?" Chanel added, before the three of them went into giggles. I was out of this one; let them give her a guy name. Anything to call her if we ever got to where I wanted, a name to call her when she'd call me to talk and tell me that she loved me.