A/N: the next chapter is from Garrett's POV, so don't worry! Then it's Arvid, then Leone… I'm trying to not do too many Peters just because the first 3 are all Peter. Anyway, here's the next one! Enjoy!

PETER

"Do you think she's going to come?" I asked Otto as we stood by the doors. I figured that if she walked in and heard Swing she'd storm out right away, so I made sure I was at the door to stop her long enough for Garrett and Thomas to see.

"I don't know. The General's daughter? That could be risky."

"She's not coming," I said. "she was just being nice before. Playing along."

"Don't say that. She knows you're an HJ. She has no idea that you're a Swing Kid."

"It doesn't matter. She doesn't like me."

"It's 5 after 7," he said. "If she's coming, she's late."

"Perfect," I muttered. I couldn't remember when I'd been so anxious. I'd always been good around girls.

"Well, good luck," Otto said. "I hope she shows." Then he left.

When Lorraine walked in I almost jumped for joy. I'd done it! The Nazi General's daughter was at a swing party because of me! I'd won the bet!

Lorraine took a quick glance around and turned to leave, but I caught her arm.

"You can't leave so soon," I said. "Sit down. Relax."

"Swing?" she demanded, obviously furious. "How could you trick me like this?"

"It isn't a trick," I replied. "Let's eat."

"What is this? A stupid game? I have mind to report you, Peter Mueller!"

Suddenly, it wasn't about a dumb bet anymore. If she reported me I'd be sent away. No questions asked. And if she told them it was at the Café Bismark I wouldn't be the only one.

"It's music," I said, my voice pleading. "Just music."

"JEWISH music!" she replied.

"Better than Nazi music," I shot back.

Lorraine stared at me, searching my eyes to try and understand me. "How did you get the uniform?"

"What?"

"The HJ uniform. Would you like to explain to me how it ended up on you? Which one of them did you kill?"

"It's mine," I said. "I'm an HJ."

"No HJ could like swing."

Her comment reminded me of Arvid's a few days ago: "No one who likes swing could become a Nazi."

"Music doesn't have a religion," I said. "It isn't Jewish."

"But it is illegal."

"Just listen," I begged. "Listen to it for two minutes! You'll love it."

She studied me. "You don't know what I like."

"Yes, but you'd have to be crazy not to like swing. And you, Lorraine Van Esling are not crazy, just misguided a little."

She showed a small hint of a smile. "Well, thank you."

"Please, do you want to sit down?"

She paused again, then finally nodded. "For two minutes. No more, no less."

I smiled of relief and led her to my friends' and my usual table. I wanted to make sure Garrett and Thomas saw her here.

"Why don't you think this music is against Germany?" she asked.

"Because it isn't," I replied. "That's crazy. The only thing it's against is Hitler."

"To speak against him is to speak against the country that he represents," she replied.

"I don't want that ape representing my country. Germany is so much better than this."

"Than what?"

"Killing the innocent. It's no justice."

"Innocent?" she demanded as she stood. "They are what is causing all of our problems! The Great War, our low resources-"

"What did they do?" I answered, standing to stare her in the eye. "Tell me exactly what they did to start the Great War and I'll believe you."

Lorraine turned and stomped no more than six feet away when I stepped in her way.

"Two minutes," I said. "You promised-"

"I won't keep a promise that I made to a Jew-loving pig!"

"What are you afraid of?" I challenged. "That you'll like it?"

"Of course not."

"Then prove it."

Please let this work, I silently begged. Please let her stay. I was incredibly nervous now. Scared, even. That she'd report me to her father.

"I don't have to," she said finally.

"You're right," I replied. "You don't." She turned on her heel and left before I could stop her.

A/N: preview for the next chapter!

GARRETT

"I saw Lorraine," I said [to Peter] casually.

"She's going to report me," he said…

… Peter's head perked up. "Leone's here."

I looked over to the door and saw her enter. God put extra effort into her, that much was obvious…

… "She's perfect," I murmured.

"No she isn't," Peter said, seeing the look on her face. "She's hurt."…

… "Where is Arvid?" [Leone asked.]…

… "I don't know. Why?"

"I need to talk to him," she said. "I really need to talk to him. Where does he live? Can you take me there?"

"I don't know-"

"Please!" she begged. Tears formed in her vacant, blind eyes. She spoke again with a quivering lip. "I… I need someone."