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"Thank you Los Angeles"

Haley James came off stage to a roomful of people waiting to congratulate her on her performance that night. With a smile and gracious replies she dodged them and headed towards her dressing room. Today was her anniversary. Well, one of memories. It was on this day seven years ago she had said 'I do.' 7 years ago she fell under a misconception most do. She married someone she loved, but wasn't in love with. She looked down at the guitar strung over her shoulder and wanted to pluck out a sadder melody then the ones she had just played on stage. But here wasn't the time or the place.

"Nice show"

Haley reeled around to come face to face with the devil.

"Chris!"

She pulled him into a tight embrace, as an old friend. There were times when she despised him, blamed him for the situation at hand. Nathan and her were over. Despite the fact she walked out on him, he hadn't chased after her. Tree Hill believed she had left for the man in front of her. But music, music is what owned her soul. Sometimes it felt her heart didn't have room for anything else. Chris was a friend, nothing more. Watching the range of emotions cross over her face Chris laughed and grabbed her hand.

"There's a new girl in the business. Young, smart, feisty, and got one mighty set of lungs on her. She has an album out, but nobody has heard of her yet. This is her gig that is supposed to bust her out, get her into the big time. I want you to hear her."

Despite the weariness Haley followed him and watched the girl he pointed to out on stage.

"REAGAN JONES"

Haley's eyes drifted up and down a young 15 year old, who was giving last minute instructions to the band behind her. She strait blonde hair fell past her shoulders and her heart shaped face smiled to the audience. Her makeup was lightly done, and her décor was a pair of sevens jeans and a well made top that read "If your random and you know it clap your hands". She gave off a confidence and somehow attracted the audience. Haley leaned forward as Reagan spoke into the microphone. Her voice was loud and clear, drawing you in.

"Hi everybody. This is my first performance. Hopefully not my last. I actually have a record out now, its called 'Contagious Stupidity'. But tonight I am going to do a cover my band back home had to do at many. All in all I think it sums me up pretty well. Hopefully I do justice to the song."

With that a well known melody came into the back round and the young girl started bobbing her head to the music before taking the mike and singing along with it.

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand"

Haley took a breath. She hadn't even realized she had been holding it. This girl had talent, not the bubble gum looks, or the raspy rock star voice. This girl gave off an aroma off girl band punk.
"'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh... I've had it up to here!"

Haley watched the girl get lost in the crowd, in the music. She remembered days not to far ago she was once up there getting lost in a melody all her own.
"The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things
I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear"
Haley couldn't help but be drawn to this stranger. Something about the girl seemed familiar. It wasn't the voice, or the outfit, or even the attitude. But something about that face….

"'Cause I'm just a girl,
I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive
Late at night
I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes"

Everyone in the audience was bobbing there heads and mouthing along. Reagan roamed the stage and touched audiences hands or played fake air guitar along with the guitarist in the band. She seemed completely comfortable with the crowd of at least 1,000 watching her every move. You could feel she was thriving off of it.
"I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
Oh... I've had it up to here!
Oh... am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!"

The girl had talent. Even a tone deaf person could give her that. Not just talent with her voice but the way she could work an audience. But her voice, her voice is what kept her up there. Her voice is what attracted everyone.
"I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl, my apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison
Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to here."

Justice? She had done more then justice to the song. She had gave it a new life. The girl smiled at the audiences response. She modestly thanked them and skipped giddily off stage.

"She's got talent eh?"

But Haley wasn't listening. She was already bound after the girl who was one of those things you try to remember, but can't quite put a finger on. She looked so familiar, but the reason was lost on Haley James as she rushed back stage.