Matt sat in his den, his fingers running down the paper in front of him. He had finally written the last invitation. It was to Mimi. He had decided to have a welcome home party since his tour had one last show, and thought it would be nice to spend some time with his friends. The last invitation was originally meant for his old friend Patrick who he hadn't seen in years, but then found himself writing her name. He sighed as he put it on the top of the pile with the rest of the invitations. He got up from his seat and gathered the stack of invitations in his right hand. He mindlessly let his eyes run over Mimi's invitation as he let his legs carry him to wherever he may be heading. "Matt, tomorrow is the big show and you are hand writing invitations? Don't you have some voice rituals or something to be doing?" said Becky as she grabbed the invitations from his hand. He was snapped back to reality as his eyes shot up to look at Becky. "What?" he asked in confusion as he brush some of his bangs out of his eyes. Becky sighed as she shook her head. -he never pays attention does he, his minds always in the gutter- "I said to go do something productive, The last show is tomorrow and your fans are expecting the show of a lifetime and you have to give it to them. So stop thinking about whatever is distracting you, I can't have you stop mid song to think about whatever it is you think about." she said in an odd tone as she began to finger through the invitations. Matt stayed silent as he just sigh and adjusted his belt that had been annoyingly twisting throughout the day. Becky's eye caught one invitation and smirked. "Mimi? You invited Mimi? should I even ask? Is she what has got your mind in the gutter?" Matt's head slowly came to look at his managers. "What? Can't invite an old girlfriend without being questioned?" he said in an annoyed tone. "Matt I think we both know she was a little different then any other girlfriend you have had, not to mention you broke her heart into pieces." Matt sighed in frustration as he glared at her. Becky got the hint and left off to send the invitations. -Managers who needs them- he slowly let his long legs guide him up the stairs to his room He sat himself down on the piano bench, he had no intention of playing, but yet, he sat there his fingers resting gently on the keys.

~~~~Flashback~~~~ "Mimi just follow my fingers, it's easy you just got to follow them." Matt said as his hands lay gently over Mimi's as he tried to teach her after she had begged him to help her learn. "Matt I'm just no good at this, I'll never learn." sighed Mimi as she took her hands off the paino. She looked up at him with a defeated expression. "No you don't you wanted to learn, come on you love this song, think once you learn how to play it you can listen to it whenever you want." he guided her hands back to the keyboard as he gently hum the melody into her ear as his hands graced her along the keys. Mimi smiled as Matt's breath tickled her ear. She had assumed he'd pick a silly childrens song to teach her not this.not their song.

~~End Flashback~~

He was quickly brought back to reality as he found himself playing the soothing song. He stopped dead in his tracks and slammed his fist against the keys. He removed himself from the piano even from his room entirely as he walked into his bathroom and started to run cold water into his sink. He gently coated his face in the ice cold water letting it drizzle down to his neck. He slowly turned the faucet off and began to dry his face. He looked into the mirror to find what he always did, but this time, he didn't like what he saw, something in him had changed and whether he liked it or not he wasn't quit sure of yet.