On Monday afternoon Tristan was pacing around his room. He was nervous, and his poor nails were in pain. A bad habit, yes, but a comforting one as well. When the phone rang he jumped, picking it up on the first ring.

"Hello?" He almost yelled.

"You sound bad." A soft voice said on the other end.

"Yeah well."

"How are you doing?"

"Ok," his fingers shaking as he tried to breathe in and out.

"Have you been practicing."

"I can't."

"Why not?" She asked curiously.

"Can't calm down."

"You do sound bad, do you want me to come over?" He was taken aback by her, friendliness.

"When would I pass up a chance to have Rory Gilmore in my bed room."

"That's sounds like the Tristan I know, see you in an hour." She hung up and he quickly tidied his room and grabbed his guitar making sure it was in tune for the tenth time that day. 'Jesus, Dugrey get a grip you're only playing one song. One song you haven't decided on.' He shook his head and opened his window breathing in the fresh July air. When the doorbell rang he padded down the stairs and opened the door, to a smiling Rory who was holding a bag.

"Hey, what's in the bag?" He asked.

"Stress relievers." She replied stepping through the doorway.

"You rock," he said as they walked up the stair to his room. She looked around his house in awe.

"Your house is huge, its as big as the inn."

"Tell me about it." He replied, "don't get lost." They turned down two hallways and she glanced into a large red room filled with books and two plush chairs in front of a fireplace. She stopped counting the shelves, there must've been a thousand books. He noticed she'd stopped and stood beside her. "It's great in the winter, by the fire. I'm the only one who uses it now, you can if you want." She nodded and followed him down the hallway and up two more flights of stairs to the highest floor. "This is my room."

She smiled and sunk down in a plush arm chair the bag next to her.

"This is great, a library and a huge attic apartment. Play me something."

"What.." He stuttered, glancing at his guitar.

"There's only one way to know how good you actually sound."

"I guess,"

"How many songs are you playing?"

"Just one."

"Well don't play the song that you're playing tonight, just play a warm-up" He nodded and grabbed his guitar, fiddling with the already tuned strings.

"Don't laugh," he warned as he began to strum the cords to a cover, he couldn't recall the name, by Vertical Horizon. The music began to engulf him, to win him over, and the words fell easily off his tongue.

Somewhere there's speaking

It's already coming in

Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind

You never could get it

Unless you were fed it

Now you're here and you don't know why

The chords were choppy at first but as soon as the first stanza was over, his eyes closed and it was just him and the music, and harmony.

But under skinned knees and the skid marks

Past the places where you used to learn

You howl and listen

Listen and wait for the

Echoes of angels who won't return

He's everything you want

He's everything you need

He's everything inside of you

That you wish you could be

He says all the right things

At exactly the right time

But he means nothing to you

And you don't know why

You're waiting for someone

To put you together

You're waiting for someone to push you away

There's always another wound to discover

There's always something more you wish he'd say

But you'll just tight

And watch it unwind

It's only what you're asking for

And you'll be just fine

With all of your time

It's only what you're waiting for

He'd fallen in love with this song at Military school because it reminded him of her. The situation, his feelings, her feelings. It was all part of this larger plan that he wasn't aware of, but this song, the first he'd learned to play, he'd learned for her. After the hurt, she didn't want him, she never had. If he remembered correctly her words were "A kiss that meant nothing, I wish that it never happened."

Out of the island

Into the highway

Past the places where you might have turned

You never did notice

But you still hide away

The anger of angels who won't return

I am everything you want

I am everything you need

I am everything inside of you

That you wish you could be

I say all the right things

At exactly the right time

But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why

And I don't know why

Why

I don't know

His hand was dangling after the last chord and reality began rushing back into his body, he felt as if he'd awaken from a deep sleep. And he felt at peace. He set his guitar down, avoiding her gaze. The silence in the room was so prominent you could've heard a pin drop. She exhaled all at once as if she'd been holding her breath and held his gaze with her matching blue eyes. "That, that was amazing," she whispered, the silence broken but not forgotten. She shook her head and smiled, "Well, at least you're ready now," opening the bag she tossed him a coke and they toasted to success. And friendship.

After a quick dinner of sandwiches prepared by Tristan himself. He packed up his stuff and they got into his Jeep driving to Stars Hollow to pick up Jess and Lane. "So, what's the name of the song that you're going to play?" She asked glancing at him.

"Um…" he stuttered, "Too Good." 'Are you crazy?' He asked himself. The song wasn't even finished.

"That's cool," she fiddled with the radio. When they picked up Jess and Lane they were in yet another debate, this time about The Catcher in The Rye, both of them arguing the same points without realizing it until Rory stepped in and pointed it out. Tristan smiled at her, she smiled back and patted his hand reassuringly. Thirty minutes later they reached the club and entered, Tristan leaving them to go back stage and prep. They wished him good-lucks and sat down at a table near the front.

***Geez..the suspense must be killing you**Write me a review..cmon you know you want to*****Coming up we see a whole new side of Tristan…another song…maybe a dance.. this is sounding like a musical**