Author's Note: The Chapter 7 playlist is on my author profile if you want to check it out. I would like to thank Blackheart Ace8, Chelsei Monroe, and Nekohiro09 for reviewing the last chapter. To Blackheart Ace8: I think 2D is adorable, if not a little dopey in a good natured way. I also was trying to find the right time to start introducing the rest of the band to the plot. Sometimes timing is everything :) Thanks to everyone that reviewed! It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside! Have a wonderful day/night!

Chapter Playlist: Saviour by Lights, Only Exception by Paramore, Brightly Wound by Eisley, Finally Found by Late Night Alumni, Fidelity by Regina Spektor, and Stolen by Dashboard Confessional

Chapter 7

Lifelessly looking up she stared at the dull white spackle that covered her ceiling. Since the impromptu audition earlier that day Missy had been slightly edgy and withdrawn making her room mate worry a bit. She didn't care though, what mattered was the cell phone on the black bedside table hadn't gone off yet. At the back of her mind she wondered if he was putting off calling because he didn't choose her to be in his group's music video. It was only a few hours after she got out of dance rehearsals and the audition, so she tried not to be too hasty in deciding that her chances of dancing with him were shot, but the doubt was outweighing the hope at this point.

There was a soft knock on her open door, as if someone were afraid to offend the resident by knocking too loud. Missy sat up in her bed and saw her favorite red head at the door. Felicia was already in her pajamas in the late afternoon, announcing when they had both gotten home that she was taking the rest of the day off from any stress. She was looked upon her melancholy roommate and raised an eyebrow and extended her hand which was holding a box of thin mint cookies.

"How did you know?" Missy plopped back down on her bed. Felicia snickered.

"You don't exactly hide it well." She walked over and sat on the plush bed. "Besides, cookies help when you're sad, scientifically proven by myself." Missy wordlessly plunged her hand into the box and grabbed a handful. Thoughtlessly she shoved one into her mouth. Talking with her mouth full Missy lamented.

"Do you think he'll pick me?" Swallowing, she looked over to her friend with cautious optimism.

"Is that why you're acting depressed? I thought there was actually something to worry about." Lying down next to her sprawled out room mate she added, "Besides, weren't you going on about no hard feelings if he didn't pick you and what not?"

Shoving another cookie in her mouth Missy pouted. "Of course I didn't mean it! I want him to pick me! I was just being nice you know, trying to relieve some of the tension from the situation. God knows how mortified I was when he walked in acting like he owned the place."

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Please, I bet he's twenty times more attracted to you now that he's seen you in a skimpy outfit and knows what you can do with your legs. She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Missy whole heartedly agreed and her face brightened up. "Yeah, that's a plus." Patting her friend on the arm she continued, "Thanks for the pep talk honey bun."

Felicia patted Missy on the head like a parent would to a child. "No problem sugar pie." At that opportune moment the phone rang on the night stand. With lightning speed Missy reached for the phone, excitement taking over her. Slapping her hand, the red head made a face. The phone fell in between them lying on the blue comforter.

"Are you crazy woman? That's probably him!" She shouted and threw her hands up in the air. This was the phone call she had been waiting for and she didn't know when the next time he would call back was.

"Yes, I realize that, but just let it ring."

"That's the opposite of what I want to do."

Shaking her head like an older sister would when her little sister did something stupid she replied with a sigh. "I know, but you don't want to just pick up the phone after one ring. Let him think you have a life."

Missy looked at the phone and then back to her friend. "You better be right or I'll tear the skin off your face." The phone rang a few more times before going to her voice mail. Looking back at her friend she said "What do I do now?" Somehow her room mate turned from a dancer to relationship expert in five minutes.

Felicia looked at her watch. "Wait three minutes and call him back." A moment of silence passed between them. Thoughtfully Missy concluded that waiting for such a short period of time was a stupid idea.

"Three minutes isn't a long time. How does that make him think I have a booming social life?"

Grabbing more cookies, she replied "It's enough time to wonder what you're doing." She quickly changed her mind that it was a good idea to wait to call back. They both laid down on the bed in silence. After a while, Felicia moved her arm to her face.

"You can call back now."

Sitting straight up, Missy hurriedly grabbed her phone and pressed redial. It rang once, twice, three times, four times, and just when she was about to hang up and glare at her best friend, there was a familiar gravely voice on the other end.

"Hello darlin', did you forget about ole' Murdoc?" A smile crept across her face.

"No, of course not. How can I forget the guy who shows up to my work unannounced and holds try outs for my dance company?" She said in a flirtatious manner. Felicia rolled her eyes. It was always corny when people flirted with each other. Missy heard a laugh on the other line.

"Sorry 'bout that, had to be done. Listen, I wanted to tell you a couple things seeing how I don't have a lot of time." Missy's heart sank, thinking it was bad news seeing how quickly he was getting to the point.

"Yeah?" She responded with a despondent tone.

"I want to see you tomorrow night, so I'll be there around nine to pick you up."

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"No, I'm telling you we're going out."

"So glad you cleared that up for me." Sarcasm rolled off her tongue.

"That's what I'm here for. By the way, I also wanted to say congratulations." Missy almost dropped the phone. "Not only were you chosen by yours truly for obvious reasons, but you just so happened to be Noodle's favorite person in the group." Her heart soared with joy and acceptance.

"This is certainly good news." There was shouting in the background on his end and Murdoc replied.

"I have to go love, business to attend to. I'll see you tomorrow night." He hung up. No good bye or anything, short and simple. Closing her phone and calmly turning to her room mate she started jumping up and down like a child who had main lined sugar into their veins. Smiling and clapping Felicia informed her that it was stupid that she was worried about not being picked. Later on in the night when everything was still and she was in bed Missy felt completely and utterly happy.

It was hard to dress for an occasion that she had no idea about. Obviously Murdoc was taking her out, but he wouldn't tell her where. During the day of their date she would text him asking for any bit of information leading to where their date location was, but being the cad he was, he told her nothing. He told her it was more exciting that way. 'Of course it was.'

She settled on an above the knee, bohemian style, red dress hoping it would go with whatever they were doing. Being restless she decided to curl her hair next, thinking of what he would like to see when he saw her that night. It was a little known fact that Missy hated waiting, especially when she got ready too early. It was excitment about getting to see Murdoc again that caused her to jump the gun. Felicia offered to do her make up while she waited for Murdoc to whisk her best friend away. This offered action was as much for Missy as it for her. It drove her nuts to see Missy pace around their flat numerous times, not being able to sit still. Doing the brunette's make up would help her relax and hopefully in turn do the same for her friend.

"So how excited are you for this date?" Felicia asked while applying lipstick on her room mate's lips. Not being really able to speak, she held her arms both out as far as they would go. She laughed. "That excited huh?" Next she smudged black eyeliner and shadow on her eyes giving them a seductive and smoky look. Taking a look at the final result she exclaimed. "If he doesn't fall in love with you tonight, then he must be gay." Looking in the closest mirror Missy inspected herself.

'Forget my looks; I just hope I don't act like an idiot.' Opposite of her thoughts, she turned around and smiled. "Thank you, I'm just nervous. You know I haven't been on a date since we moved here from Texas and even then I wasn't a serial dater." Missy started walking to her room and Felicia followed her.

"Everything will go great. You're a great girl and you're going to have a great time." On a side note she added, "Be sure to bring a condom." and she pranced out of the room giggling. 'Hopefully the night goes that well.' There was a hard knock at the door. She heard Felicia's feet pad over to the door.

"Your lover is here!" She shouted.

"Thanks for being annoying!" Missy shouted back. There was no way that he didn't hear her through the door. She went to her closet and tried to find some shoes to wear. Standing there for a minute she was unable to decide like always.

Rough hands slipped over her shoulders and a sly whisper made her hair stand on edge. "It would be in your best interest to wear flat shoes." Her stomach immediately had butterflies trying to get out. She turned around. "I didn't hear her let you in."

"Don't worry about it, finish getting ready." He went and sat on her bed. "Was it too much to ask for you to be ready when I got here?" A shoe went flying from the closet which he narrowly dodged.

"Yes!" she called out. Not wanting to keep him waiting, she decided on a pair of gladiator sandals. Stepping out from the closet she asked "Are you ready to go?" He shot her an approving look.

"Let's get out of this hole." Murdoc got up and grabbed her hand and started dragging her to the door. Felicia gave her thumbs up before she lost sight of her.

"Don't wear her out too badly!" she called to their backs. Murdoc gave her a devious look that would make the devil himself jealous.

"I fully intend to." The door shut behind them.

She looked absolutely sexy, not being too overly done, but just enough to improve upon her natural beauty. He didn't try to keep his hands to himself, nor did he want to. While he was driving to their destination, he noticed she was fidgeting a lot. "You alright Missy?" She gave a reassuring smile.

"Why wouldn't I be? We're going to a mystery location for you to have your wicked way with me."

"Just keep that in mind."

Fifteen minutes passed and they pulled into a parking lot of what seemed to be an upscale restaurant. "Is this our spot?" Missy asked. 'This seems awful flashy. I can see it now, I'll do something so low class that people are going to stare.' Murdoc put the car in park and looked over at the nervous girl. Compelled by the biting of her lip, he leaned over and kissed her deeply. His hand traveled down to the inside of her thigh getting dangerously lost in the sensation, she recovered, covering his hand with hers, not moving, but also not allowing access.

"If you continue like that Murdoc, we're not going to make it inside." Missy said in a throaty whisper. He whispered back.

"Is that such a bad thing?" She laughed and took his hand away.

"Let's go inside." They both got out of the car and walked inside the building arm and arm. Once inside, Missy marveled at the interior of the restaurant. It screamed gothic architecture and inspired design. The walls were a blood red and the floor was a black tile. There were candelabra's everywhere, setting a seductive ambience. The tables were intimate by the fact that they had black mosquito nets hanging from the ceiling and they surrounded the tables individually.

Murdoc saw her admiring the general splendor. 'If this doesn't win her completely over, nothing will.'

"If you'll follow me to your table, you can be seated." The host said, indicating that Missy was admiring for too long. Embarrassed, she blushed and looked to Murdoc to lead the way. He put the hand on the small of her back and gently guided her to their table. After being seated and giving their drink orders, they were left alone. She admired the view in front of her. 'He cleans up rather nicely.' Murdoc had on a black button up, dark blue jeans, and his Cuban boots for added effect. Clearing her throat and trying to keep her thoughts innocent, she was the first to speak.

"This place is amazing. I don't think I've ever seen anything like this." Murdoc leaned forward with a look of accomplishment.

"I'm glad you like it. I was impressed myself when I first found this place." The pleasantries were cut short with the arrival of a bottle of wine and their wine glasses. The waiter asked if they were ready to order, without having looked at the menu Missy opened her mouth to say so. Her words fell short because Murdoc was already ordering for her and himself. Promptly the waiter took the menus and was off to place their orders. Unsure of how to get the conversation going, Missy decided to take the safe route with a neutral topic. Taking a drink of the blood red wine and pausing to level herself out from the feeling of alcohol, she gathered the nerve to speak first.

"So what did you do today?" Copying her actions, he took a swig from his wine glass and leaned back casually in his seat. Scratching his chin, he looked like he was contemplating his day.

"Nothing much really, just band practice and an autograph signing. It's not too exciting, but what I'm interested in is your day, must be pretty exciting considering your line of work." Missy crossed her legs and leaned forward.

"It's exciting when we perform, not when we rehearse, but I worked today; we have a busy week ahead seeing how we have a showcase coming up. Plus, the other girls you chose and I have to meet with your choreographer for the video. Other than that my day has been pretty chill, I just had you to look forward to tonight." She said with a slight smile on her face. He tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Sounds like you have a hectic week ahead of you." She agreed. He continued on, "What I wanna know is how did a Yank make her way across the pond?" Rolling her eyes at the term she told him.

"My parents put me through an arts institute when I was in junior high and high school. My passion was dancing all my life, so they thought that I should end up getting an education in what I love. When graduation came around I decided to audition for a dance company which ended up taking me here. And that's the short and long of it really." Shrugging, she decided that the next time she told that story it would needed to be spiced up a little bit. She spied that the waiter had a tray full of their food and was coming towards them. "Look like the food's here." He turned around and saw that too. Personally, Missy was dreading this part of the date the most. There was no way to look delicate and dainty when eating, except maybe if they were being served tea and crumpets, but that wasn't the case. To her trepidation, the food was a spaghetti type dish. There was no way to look sophisticated while eating food that could splatter on you. The waiter asked if he could get them anything else to which they both replied that they were fine. After he left Murdoc raised his glass, Missy got the hint and raised hers.

"To us." She raised her eyebrow, but clinked her glass with his anyway. "To us." She repeated. Both of them took drinks from their glasses, except Missy took a gulp in hopes that it would help soothe her nerves. He started eating, but she held off for a minute. Knowing he would probably be alarmed if she didn't eat, she slowly started digging in. Trying to be a good date Missy started probing Murdoc with questions.

"What do you like to do for fun, when you have time off from the music I mean." He snickered. "There is never a break from music. Would you believe me if I said I take walks on the beach and enjoy reading old classics?" She snorted. "I actually wouldn't. You seem a little more hard core than that."

"What do I seem like to you?" He tried to coax out of her. Taking another bite, she chewed slowly, trying to think of the right way to phrase her answer. Her eyes got bright.

"I think you are rough around the edges with a hidden sophistication." He clapped his hands together and laughed.
"I'm satisfied to know that you think so highly of me." Pleased that she had made him laugh, she beamed at him. They ate and laughed the rest of the way through dinner, but little did Missy know was that she had another surprise in store. After they had finished eating, Murdoc asked for the check. When he paid for their meal, he didn't even look to see how much it had cost.

'I guess if you're a musician, that sort of thing doesn't really matter.' He took her by the hand and led her away from the intimate setting. She thought they were leaving, but they ended up going deeper into the restaurant.

"Where are we going?" Missy inquired. Putting a finger on her lips he told her to be quiet.

"It's a surprise." After walking and taking many different turns, they stopped short of a door. "Close your eyes." He commanded. She did as she was told. He gently guided her through the heavy carved wooden door. There was music softly playing and the air had cooled down a bit just enough to make her chilly. The texture of the floor had changed. The clacking of shoes on tile turned into a thudding hollow noise. After a few more steps, her foot caught a crack in the floor and she tripped. Sensing her change of balance, Murdoc clutched the brunette to him. Missy exhaled nervously and chuckled.

"Well that was a surprise." Still clutching onto her, Murdoc retorted "I guess I'll have to hold on to you all night." He conjured up an image of them together in an unholy embrace. Her eyes stared up into his contrasting ones. Holding her out from himself, he admired her in the moon light.

"May I have this dance?" His tone was seductive. Being drawn in by his demeanor, she slid her hand into his and nodded her head shyly. Pressing up against him, she rested her head on his shoulder and followed his lead. Her eyes were closed and he could feel her body relax against his as they swayed back and forth. The music was a slow and melancholy song, but the meaning of it was lost to both of them. They were in their own world that consisted of the moon, stars, and themselves.

"How are you darlin'?" He gently said to the woman in his arms. She opened her eyes and lifted her head from his shoulder.

"Perfect." She said in a little voice, not wanting to ruin the moment. Murdoc stopped moving, not being able to contain himself from the urges he had been suppressing. He tilted his head down and kissed her hard. It wasn't savage, but it was enough to cause her to breathe hard. Encouraged by her reaction, he grabbed fistfuls of hair and pressed her harder against him, molding her body to his. When they pulled apart he could see her eyes blazing with desire.

"You make it hard to resist you when you pull stunts like that." Missy said in a playful tone. Taking her by the hand again and leading her to dance once more he replied.

"That's exactly what I want love." He gave her chills up and down her spine. Whispering in his ear, she suggested.

"Let's go home, shall we?"

Additional Note: This chapter was such a pain to write! I love how this came out at the moment though. It's about 2:30 in the morning and I've been working on this chapter for about two and a half days now (I think? I'm a bit tired.) Hopefully you all enjoyed and I would be very pleased if you would press that little button and leave me a review. Your encouragement keeps me going :)