It was crazy at Will's show. His band, composing of him, playing guitar and Bobby on the drums, and no forgetting Trevor, Bobby's brother, in the base guitar.

And I'm thirsty dry

As lonely as sin

Don't know where I'm going

No clue where I've been

Charlie looked at Carrie, who had taken the other ticket and saw Carrie smiling at her.

"They're pretty good, eh?"

Charlie nodded glumly but said nothing.

The pains cuts like a knife

The wound you made is deep

You hurt me so much

An' all I can do is weep

Will was standing at the front, fingers just cruising over his electric guitar, his voice on tune and his body making appealing shapes. Charlie saw him, thinking about Dom. But Dom didn't sing. Was this guy not like Dom after all?

Cause there's no place for me

When the wound stops bleeding

No place for me

But eternal blackness

When the wound stops bleeding

When it stops

When it stops

When it stops.

Carrie clapped loudly one the song finished. Charlie sat back in her seat as Will came up to the microphone.

"Hello everyone, thanks for being here today," He started, as Charlie watched, "Our next song was originally written by Good Charlotte. The world is black,"

Turn on channel seven at a corner to eight

You see the same damn thing just a different date

Charlie watched as Will sang his heart out, and then she wondered what it would be like, to be up on stage with him. She shrugged the thought away, because, starting today, she didn't even know him. Then another thought struck her.

Good Charlotte.

Charlie's real name was Charlotte. Was this another message from Will? Another declaration of love. She snorted.

But the world is black

And hearts are cold

There's no love

That's what I'm told

Was Will singing about her, Charlie wondered? About that her heart was black? But Will wouldn't do a thing like that…right?

Will spoke again as soon as the song was over, "Our next song is called Out of the rain,"

Those words rang in Charlie's head. Like her dream.

Out of the rain

Away from fire

Out of the storm

Away from desire

To kill yourself

Because he's dead.

But it's not your fault

Not your fault

By the time the song was over, Charlie was waiting outside of Will's dressing room for him to come back so they could talk. Why? Because she hadn't killed Dom. The song had told her that. And that made her free to love.