On the day of the Golden Hat awards, Lizzie woke to her phone going off. At first she was tempted to ignore the stupid thing, but it continued to ring, until Lizzie crawled out of bed and answered.

"Hello?" she said into the phone irritably.

"Lizzie," Jane's bright voice said.

"Jane, don't you know better than to bother me, in the morning?" Lizzie asked still being crabby, and then wondered if Charlie had called Jane.

"I need to tell you about this wonderful guy I've met." Jane said excitedly.

Apparently he hadn't.

"What's his name?" Lizzie asked curiously, while wondering if she should tell Jane about Charlie, but decided against it. If he wanted Jane's forgiveness he could ask for it.

"His name is Derrick, and he is the most wonderful person." as Jane went on to describe Derrick; a very unpleasant picture began to form in Lizzie's mind.

It was a picture of Jack, but Lizzie shoved this mental image away, it couldn't be Jack because he didn't know Jane and he had no idea where Lizzie was, also he didn't know who her band mates were, no it most definitely was not Jack Wickem.

"He sounds nice Jane." Lizzie said finally, while looking at her alarm clock to realize, she had better get a move on, or she would not be able to get ready for the award show. "Um…I have to go. Today is the award show, and I have to get ready." Lizzie said hating not being able to talk with Jane a little longer.

"Oh okay, Lizzie. Um, I'll call you later."

"Alright, bye Jane, and I'll talk to you later." Lizzie said hanging up the phone, and then went on to her closet to dress before she headed out.

--

Will Darcy sat in overly large dressing room, waiting for his stylist return with what he would be wearing to the award show tonight.

When she finally returned, Darcy was reaction to the outfit she expected him to wear was a mixture of amusement, and surprise.

She carried a black suit, with a pair of black cowboy boots, and a large black cowboy hat. "You realize its summer?" he asked staring at the outfit, in horror now. It would be torture to be expected to wear that in the middle of ninety degree weather.

"That's what'll make you stand out." she responded enthusiastically, handing him the very black ensemble.

"Great, I'll be William Darcy the Goth cowboy." he said sarcastically, while rolling his eyes, refusing to take the outfit from the woman's hands.

"Fine, I'll get you something more summer appropriate." she said taking the outfit away hurrying from the room, while muttering. "What a diva."

Will heard her, and then called out teasingly, "It better not be girly." he said laughing.

"Beggars can't be choosers." she called back equally teasingly. That's the thing stylists loved about Will, he may be picky about his clothing, but if he didn't like something he wouldn't be rude, a little sarcastic, but not rude.

This time she returned with something much better suited, she brought back a pair of professionally ripped and faded jeans, with a red t-shirt with gold writing, a black pinstriped suit jacket, and the same black boots, and hat.

"Will this do?" she asked, and while he was studying it added teasingly. "Mr. picky, that's what your name should be, Mr. picky."

"Yeah, it's perfect, but one question." Darcy said holding up his forefinger at her narrowing eyes. "What is with you and black?"

"Its formal." was the stylist's only response, as she handed him the clothes and left the room, to go help someone else out with their wardrobe.

Just as Will was heading out of the dressing room, and to his next appointment, his cell phone went off playing a bubbly tune. Georgiana was the name that appeared, when he looked to see who was calling.

"Hey, Georgia." he said calling his sister by her nickname, as he climbed into his truck. "Are you here yet?"

Georgiana Darcy was seventeen years old and preparing to graduate high school. She resembled her brother quite a bit. She was tall and slim, with the same raven black hair as her brother, but instead of two different colored eyes, she had a pair of smoky gray eyes. But they were only alike in looks, personality wise-well, Georgiana was kind, bubbly, and outgoing, where as Will was nice, but was very reserved.

"Hey Will, are still there?" she asked in her bright voice interrupting Will's thoughts.

"Um, sorry Georgia I blanked out can you repeat that?" He asked starting up his truck, and driving down the street.

"I said, yes my plane just arrived, but don't worry about getting me from the airport, I'll call a cab, and you can come pick me up at your apartment for the award show." she said with an impatient sigh.

"Okay. Do you have something to wear, for tonight?"

"Of course you goof. Will if you keep asking if I have something to wear, I'm going to start worrying." Georgiana said teasingly.

"Just making sure, anyway I want you to meet someone tonight."

"Ooh, does my big bro, have a girlfriend?" Georgiana asked jokingly, and then added. "I better not be an oversized sunglasses', animal in their purse, Paris Hilton wannabe." She said warningly.

"Trust me, not even one of those words applies to her." he said replied with a hearty laugh.

"Okay, just warning you. So yeah, I'll see you tonight."

"Alright, bye Georgia." he said closing the phone with a snap, and then said aloud to the empty truck. "Somehow I think Georgiana and Lizzie are going to hit it off."

--

Lizzie was backstage of the award show with an excited feeling in the pit of her stomach; it was almost time for Will, and her to go on.

All she had to do was change her clothes. Lizzie had originally worn a white spaghetti strapped dress, with a pair of black elbow length gloves, and a pair of black high heeled shoes.

But what she was going to wear performing on stage was up to the stylist. And then she appeared, with a, very, very short silver and black dress with an empire waist and a pair of black high heeled knee high boots. The only thought in Lizzie's shocked mind was I'm going to look like I work on a street corner.

"I-I can't wear that." Lizzie said still in shock.

The stylist, who was a severe looking woman of thirty, snapped at Lizzie. "You don't have choice."

This made Lizzie really angry; who did this woman think she was anyway? "I didn't know slut was fashionable!" She replied shortly.

The stylist didn't even blink at Lizzie's comment, instead she handed Lizzie the dress and boots, and walked away, without a glance back.

Lizzie didn't even bother chasing the woman down, she had an idea.

--

Will was nervous about singing with Lizzie, while they had practiced together, but didn't speak outside practice. And Lizzie hadn't even mentioned the kiss as if it hadn't happened and Will wasn't about to bring it up, so it was soon all but forgotten.

And then it was time to go on stage. Will looked at what Lizzie was wearing, he liked it looked nice, she was wearing a black and silver empire waist dress, over a pair of glittery jeans, and a long boots that she had tucked the jeans into.

Her hair had been flipped out, and had side swept bangs, and her blue eyes had been lined with black causing them to pop.

Will gave Lizzie a smile as they took position on the stage; they had practiced on all those weeks. Lizzie cast had been taken off, and you would never know she had broken her arm a few weeks earlier.

And then the music began, so Will turned his attention back to performing.

--

Lizzie saw, Will smile at her, but she was too busy looking for the stupid witch of a stylist, she couldn't wait to see her face, when she saw how Lizzie had twisted her outfit.

The music started, and two pillars of fire went off, as Lizzie and Will walked between the pillars as they began the duet.

As they sang, Will had a fantastic idea, for the end of the song. One that would put Lizzie into shock and surprise, and it was going to be good.

I don't have to say it," Will, sang, as they finished.

"Aw say it anyway," Lizzie said, not liking the sly way he was looking at her.
"Cause we both know it's true, "they sang together.
"I Wouldn't have nothin if I didn't have, "I wouldn't have nothin if I didn't have,"

"You." they both finished, and as they stood in the middle of the stage in plain view of every gossip magazine in America, and not mention everyone else in the world.

William Darcy, a usually cool headed, reserved person, did the most reckless thing possible.

He grabbed Lizzie by her shoulders so she was pressed up against him, and kissed her full on the mouth.

This is not normal. Lizzie thought, too surprised to be angry, and the worst thing about was she felt her left foot pop up, like in an old movie.

It seemed like an eternity as they kissed, and everyone in the room was too shocked to do anything, but watch.

And then it was over just like it had begun, the kiss ended, so Lizzie and Will walked backstage, as everyone in the room, stood up and gave the performers a standing ovation.

"Wow." the host was saying. "In all my years, I have never seen such chemistry between two singing partners. Ladies and Gentlemen that was Lizzie Bennet, and William Darcy."

Lizzie looked at Will with a mixture of softness, and hardness in her blue eyes, as if she wasn't sure whether, to hit him or kiss him.

It seemed as if it was going to be the latter, until Lizzie heard something she thought she would have never heard in all her years as a musician.

"The award for favorite band of the year goes to, 'Forgetting Love.'" Lizzie went into shock mode, she couldn't breathe or move. This was too much for one night, Will kissing her and now the award she had wanted ever since she was a little girl.

If it hadn't been for Will taking her by the arm, and leading up on the stage, once again. She would have stood there like a moron.

Lizzie took the award out of some new singer hands, and grabbed whoever it was into a giant hug, and then she walked up to the podium.

"Oh, my goodness, this is so unbelievable!" Lizzie said, practically screaming. "I'm sorry my other band mates can't be here, but I'll accept the award for all of us. I don't think they'll mind." she said feeling tears stream down her cheeks. "I want to thank; Jesus I wouldn't be here without him, the fans their, the reason I won this, Oh, my gosh! I can't thank them enough, my band mates, and everyone else who made this possible." Lizzie said walking- well actually dancing off the stage, not believing what had just happened.

She was in pure ecstasy.

--

After heading backstage behind Lizzie, Darcy was accosted by a reporter trying to get the "Big Scoop" before anyone else.

"Will, may I you a few questions?" the tall attractive reporter asked, with a too wide smile.

"No-"

"I can? Fantastic." she said ignoring his protests.

"How long have you and Elizabeth Bennet known each other?" she asked.

"No, comment." he said with an exasperated sigh, as he crossed his arm and began to tap his left foot impatiently.

But even this did not discourage her and so tried a slyer way of getting him to reveal the details of his and Lizzie relationship. "How will Elizabeth winning the highly coveted 'Band of the Year Award' affect your relationship?"

Will was about to reply with a sarcastic comment, let them put what they want about him in their silly magazines was his philosophy, but Georgiana's appearance saved his reputation.

"Oh, Will I have been searching everywhere for you." she said with a smile at the reporter, and taking Will by his arm and leading him away.

That's when Will noticed what his sister was wearing. "That is too mature for you!" he stated in an overprotective brother manner.

What Georgiana was wearing was a knee length strapless fire engine red dress, with a pair of black lace gloves, a bold pair of black pearls, and a pair of red and black lace shoes.

"Seventeen, remember." she said letting go of Will's arm and placed herself directly in front of him. "So, what exactly happened to my reserved, stick in the mud brother that would have him kiss a girl like that on national TV of all things?"

Will gave her a hard look, he still wasn't approving of that dress, but he would get onto her later, right now he had to take the consequences for his actions. "I don't know," he finally admitted running his fingers through his hair.

That's when Georgiana saw the girl, who had turned her brother into a mad man, and she was coming over.

--

When Lizzie had first seen Will with Georgiana, she had felt a twinge of envy thinking it was his girlfriend or a dumb flirt, but then she noticed how much they resembled each other, and realized it was his sister.

So Lizzie made her way over to where they were standing. "Hey." she said when she reached them.

Will's whole face lit up, when he saw Lizzie, and Georgiana took note of this.

"Hey Lizzie." he said with a tilt of his head.

"I'm Georgiana, Will's sister." she said with a bright smile, when Will didn't introduce her.

"Lizzie," she said, with an equally bright smile.

"I've heard a lot about you." Georgiana said studying the pretty red-head. She really didn't seem to be Will's type, she was short and curvy, where as Will usually dated girls who were tall and thin. She had short spiky auburn hair and bright blue eyes, where Will usually dated Blonde's with green eyes.

Georgiana smiled, she liked Lizzie already. She looked like she knew how to just enough fun, and from the deep look in her blue eyes she could be serious as well, yes she was different from Karen.

God forgive me. Georgiana thought, but Karen had been a witch. She thought truthfully. And it was sort of true Will's ex wife had been, more concerned with how much Will brought home, than with his happiness. Bottom line Georgiana had not liked her.

"Lizzie I love your music." Georgiana commented coming out of her daydreaming and back to the real world.

"Thanks," Lizzie said blushing at the compliment. "Do you sing any?"

Georgiana thought about this and shrugged. "I've never tired singing."

Lizzie was quiet and then a got a huge smile on her face, that screamed idea. "Do you want to try?"

"Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that."

"Would you like to try to sing?" Lizzie asked.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Georgiana replied with a shrug and a smile.

"Okay, follow me. We're going to let sing along with my guitar." Lizzie said motioning for Georgiana and Will to follow her.

They entered Lizzie's dressing room, to see there were clothes, and candy spread all over the place. "Sorry, I was bored. I got here too early." she said grabbing her guitar out of the far corner.

Georgiana just laughed. "I'm even worse." she said placing herself on a small sofa that had been placed in the dressing room at the last minute.

Lizzie nodded, and began to strum and adjust her guitar, after placing herself beside of Georgiana, while Will leaned against the wall.

"What song do you want me to play?" Lizzie asked after tuning her guitar.

Georgiana was silent for a moment as she thought about it. "Um, do you know 'Because of You?'?"

"Yeah, um do want to sing it together?" Lizzie asked.

"Sure."

"Okay, I'll start it off, and you sing the second verse, okay?"

Georgiana just nodded as Lizzie played.

After singing the first, Lizzie continued to play while Georgiana sang really well, she was an alto one, what Charlotte had been.

"Nicely done, I couldn't have done it better myself." Lizzie said clearly impressed after they had finished.

"Yeah Georgia, who knew you could sing, so well." Will complimented.

"Thanks." Georgiana said blushing furiously.

Lizzie was thoughtful for a moment and then began to speak. "Georgiana, one of our band members ran off and got married. So, after hearing your voice, which I might add is fantastic. I just have one question, how would you like to join, 'Forgetting Love?'"

Sorry for the week without an update, so if you want Georgiana's answer, please review.