A few weeks later, Elie sat in her dressing room waiting for her concert in Orlando, Florida to start. She has been writing songs lately about how she's been feeling since she left Bradin. It killed her so much. However, she needed singing and dancing. She sat staring at a blank piece of paper and listened to Natasha Bedingfield's "Unwritten" as she thought. She started singing and got up dancing around the room.

"Elie!" someone yelled pounding on the door. She jumped and shut the music off. She opened the door to find her manager there. "Get ready," she said. Elie nodded and put her work away. "Are you okay?" her manager asked.

"Yeah," Elie said softly.

"Does this have to do with that boy you were with before you became a celebrity?" Elie looked up at her manager. She watched as her manager walked up to the desk and take a picture of Elie and Bradin on the beach holding each other. "You love him, Elie. Why did you leave him?"

"To become a singer," Elie said walking out of the room.

Elie waited for her time to go on stage. Her opening act, a new artist named Fantasy, ran off the stage after they performed.

"Good luck, girl," a member, Janice, said hugging Elie, "They all love you."

Elie half smiled and looked at the crowd from backstage. She sighed and leaned against a wall. "Five minutes," the stage manager said to her. Elie could feel tears in her eyes and tried to fight them off before she went onstage.

"What's wrong?" Gabby, another member of Fantasy, asked.

"I have a lot on my mind."

"Get the kid off of your mind!" Janice yelled, "He's turning you bad. You need singing, Elie."

Elie turned and walked to her spot to get ready for her act. How could I be so stupid? she thought to herself. As she got ready, she hoped that nothing would happen to her during her show.

Bradin drove home from school trying to concentrate on what he was doing. Since that day, Elie has been the only thing on his mind. He still couldn't believe that she chose music over him. He stopped at a red light when the radio caught his attention.

"This next artist, Elie, have you heard what happened, Antony?"

"Yeah. How she overdosed right before a concert the other night in Los Angeles?" Antony asked Gary.

"Exactly. No one knows why she did it. She just collapsed on stage not responding to anyone or anything."

Bradin got onto the thruway and drove to Los Angeles. All he wanted at that point was to find Elie and see how she was doing. When he arrived at the first hospital, he saw tons of people outside of hit holding signs. He knew that this was the hospital which Elie was at. He parked his car and ran into his hospital.

"I need to see Elie Connolly," he said when he arrived at the front desk.

"I'm sorry, dear," the receptionist told him, "Because of her popularity, only her managers, those on tour with her, and family are allowed inside."

"I am family," he told them, "I'm her cousin."

"She's in room 543," the receptionist told him.

"Thank you," he said before running towards the elevators. He waited in the elevator and kept talking out loud for it to go faster. When the doors opened, he ran out and looked for her room. "Elie!" he yelled running into her room.

"Excuse me," a man said, "who are you?"

"My name is Bradin. I used to go out with her. Please, let me see her. If I lose her again, I'll die."

"You're Bradin?" a girl asked walking up to him.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Gabby. And, this is Janice. We're the group Fantasy that Elie was on tour with." Gabby looked at him. "Why are you here?"

"I love her. I can't lose her again. If I can't see her, just tell me how she's doing."

"She hasn't woken up since she collapsed, which was two days ago. You can see her," Janice said.

Bradin ran up to the bed and saw her breathing through a breathing mask. He shook his head and tried to hold back his tears. A tear escaped his eye. He wiped it away.

"Why baby?" he asked sitting on the bed, "Why did you do this to yourself? Did you think that no one needed you? Did you think that no one cared about you? Did you think that no one loved you? Let me tell you something. I need you more than anything. You're the only thing that I need in order to be who I was. Elie, you have changed me. You made me turn from that bad surfer boy to the Bradin I was before my parents died. You showed me what life is all about. Please, don't leave me here alone."