So I found this very old story in my emails today. I wrote it back in 2014 and it is possibly my first story. I honestly don't remember writing it or remember what happens. It will be a ride all of us can take together!

I will admit it feels odd to publish now given that our beloved Naya is no longer with us but if FF is a collection of my writing it may as well be a complete collection of all the imagined storylines that wonderful women have inspired. Let me know what you think please? Here we go…

Dani POV

I sunk into the booth at the back of the diner, hiding my head behind the menu as I looked for something that would satisfy my appetite. Don't get me wrong, I was so thankful for the opportunities I'd been given and how far I'd come, but sometimes I just wanted to be a normal girl again. See, after spending years writing songs for other people, my management company decided to take a chance on me and signed me to record some of my own music.

It was my dream for as long as I could remember and all that proceeded was a whirlwind. People had really responded to my sound and my first single had hit the big time. From there I was booking gigs, doing interviews, and flying all over the country to perform. I'd gone from a nobody to a household name. A few months ago I would have been able to enter this diner and no one would have flinched. Today though I could see the glances and hear the hushed murmurs of fellow customers. I tugged the brim of my cap down to cover more of my face but it was no use.

"You're Dani Harper right?" A few excited teens asked as they approached the booth I sat at.

"Ha yeah, that's me," I answered, still wary of my newfound fame.

"Can we get a photo?"

This is exactly what I had wanted to avoid, a scene. Nevertheless I obliged, with a fake smile plastered on my face. The teens took a few silly snaps before thanking me and allowing me to go back and sit down. Those people that had looked over to see what the fuss was about soon went back to their own conversations. When the waiter attended to me I ordered a burger and a shake...what, it was my day off!

Daring to look up and make accidental eye contact with any more over eager fans I thought I'd people watch. It was always a habit of mine from when I was young. I found it interesting to see people interact with others, or what they'd do when they were alone. Nothing was of too much significance until my eyes landed on a girl two tables over.

One girl was fairly small and short, brown hair, but I didn't pay too much attention to her. It was the Latina who sat opposite that had me doing a double take. This girl was more beautiful than you could imagine; long dark hair, piercing eyes, intoxicating smile...not that it was directed at me but still. She was dressed in a red silk top that clung nicely to her body and I remember thinking I'd never seen anyone so effortlessly stunning. As I ate my lunch my gaze often shifted to her table, I couldn't seem to help myself. There was something about her that seemed to have a hold over me. Besides, it's not like I was going to get up and do something about it, I was just appreciating her beauty from afar.

When I finished my meal, which was delicious, I made my way to the counter to pay. My bill wasn't much but I made sure to leave a generous tip. I remember all too well how much it sucked to be stuck in a poorly paying job. Plus for the most part lunch had been a nice diversion from my otherwise busy life. I thanked the staff again and turned towards the exit. As I did I heard a sharp intake of breath and some Spanish curse words.

In my normally clutzy manner I'd managed to spill another patron's drink all down their silk top. Wait...silk top...oh no...as I looked from the stain up to the girl's face I wanted to face palm. Not only had I caused a scene and made a mess, but I did it to the beautiful girl I'd been lusting over all afternoon. If we were to meet this would definitely be at the bottom of my list of ways I'd want to do so. My jaw was wobbly as I internally panicked and fretfully tried to come up with something, anything, to say to her in this moment.

When her eyes met mine they were certainly still piercing as I first assessed, but now it was not endearing as much as it was scary. She was seething and as she looked at my face no recognition flashed across it, as I found was increasingly happening with people I met.

She obviously didn't know who I was or, contrary to everyone else, didn't really care who I was.

"I'm sorry I'm..." my voice was shaky as I tried to offer my apologies and handed her a napkin.

"I know who you are and where I come from happening to sing some stupid pop songs on a stage does not give you a free pass", she hissed, before turning on her heels and charging out the door, rubbing at her now ruined top.

Okay, well it was definitely the latter.

Santana POV

Arriving back at my apartment my body immediately relaxed. I loved coming home, my own little piece of paradise. I was glad to see my roommate Quinn sitting in our lounge room. Her appearance meant I could whine about my horrible day and get it out of my system, as I did daily. Quinn was a good listener like that and, while she didn't take my crap, she also never belittled my feelings.

"How was your lunch with Rachel?" Quinn asked me.

I was about to answer too when I noticed what she was watching on her laptop. Quinn sat their innocently watching a collection of Dani Harper's performances.

"You've got to be f***ing kidding me!" I was in full Snix mode in less than two seconds. How could I not get away from this girl?

"What's up with you?" Quinn enquired, her voice soft. She was used to my language and attitude and it didn't surprise her anymore.

"H-her," I stuttered, my hand shakily pointing to her screen.

"Who...Dani?" Quinn was very confused by this stage.

"Yes! She's the cause of this," I say alerting Q to the big stain on my new silk top. "I ran into her in the diner today, or should I say she clumsily ran into me, and this was the result. She's lucky I didn't go all Lima Heights on her ass."

Quinn smirked, knowing me all too well. Rather than indulging me she just went back to watching the screen. Why was she so intent on this video? If I was honest I had to give the girl props for her stage performance; the body rolls, tantalising cleavage, ass grinding...and her hips...well she knew how to use them as well as I did mine. The girl knew her body, and knew how to move it. I wasn't going to let that lessen my hostility towards her though.

"I'm going to her gig tonight. Have to take some pictures for the magazine," Quinn told me. Why I should care I didn't know. "I got a plus one so I'd say you're welcome to come but judging from your rant I'd assume..."

I was quick to cut her off, telling her in no uncertain terms that I'd rather die than attend the concert.

"Come on S, it's not like you'll even run into her. She'll be on stage for goodness sake!"

"Yes, thanks for the reminder."

I deserved to be up on that stage, singing in front of that audience, not her. I'd tried, unsuccessfully, for years to get my voice heard by the right people. I just wasn't one of those people who everything was handed to on a silver platter I guess. Quinn batted her eyelashes in a feeble attempt to get me to agree to keep her company. What an amateur. Or so I thought. Her next comment froze me in my tracks and had me reconsidering, if only for selfish reasons.

"They'll be lots of people in the music biz there!"

If I was going to go to this stupid concert I'd at least look damn fine. Hopping out of the shower I looked for a killer outfit. I found my tightest black dress, ensuring I showed off my best assets (ass, legs and boobs if you're wondering) and accessorised perfectly. I took my time with my hair and make up. Glancing in the mirror when I was done I wasn't too humble to say I looked flawless. I grabbed my purse, a few of my demos, and marched out of my bedroom.

"Alright Q lets get this over and done with," I demanded, barely waiting for her to pick up her camera and extra lens before I was headed out the door and towards the subway.