At the end of the night, Myri left the gala with her family, but once she was returned to the Antilles' household, she was instantly ready to go back to the hostel where everyone else was staying. Myri took a private escort there after changing into much more comfortable clothes than her dress had been.

When she arrived at the hostel, she found Tycho, Hobbie, and Wes all plastered to the holoscreen in front of them. Highlights from the gala were already on, and Myri placed herself on the floor next to Hobbie.

He nudged her when a holovid of her and Wes' dance began playing, "It looks good even on the 'net!"

Myri and Wes both grinned, proud of their work. She had to agree; her and Wes did look good together. She blushed a deep red when the clip of her quote showed not long after.

"Nice work, kid," Wes said, giving her a wink from atop his bed.

Myri gave him a sly smirk, her face flushing even more. They watched the rest of the recap until the holoreporter's final comment, "That Myri Antilles is certainly a piece of work. Her amazing dancing talents and mysterious behavior are signs that we haven't seen the last of her, and can only hope to witness the rising of this new star in the Antilles family."

"A star?" Myri echoed, chuckling wholeheartedly.

"You did put on quite the show," Tycho reminded her.

"Welcome to the ranks of greatness," Hobbie said, throwing his arm around her shoulder and pulling her to him in a brotherly embrace, "I'm heading to bed, what do you say?"

Myri caught Wes' glance briefly and smiled, "You took the words right out of my mouth. Night boys."

Hobbie and Myri left the room. As he said, Hobbie crawled into bed, but Myri waited up for a little while until she was sure that Tycho too had turned in for the night. She then tiptoed back to Wes' room, where he was quietly waiting in bed for her.

After house of exhausting lovemaking, they lay with limbs intertwined. Wes kissed her forehead, smiling as he said, "I'm slightly disappointed that I didn't get to take that dress off of you myself."

"Remind me to hold onto it then," Myri responded, "Sadly, I have to disappoint you further and head over to my real bed with Hobs."

"Alright, then. Goodnight gorgeous, " he said, placing one last kiss on her lips before she slid out of his bed and headed back to the room she shared with Hobbie. Myri slipped into bed next to him, Hobbie shifting in his sleep as she nudged him aside. She was out as soon as her head hit the pillow, exhausted from the gala. Her sleep was deep and relaxing, so much that it was almost afternoon when she woke.

"Glad to see you up, sunshine!" Hobbie greeted her as he came in the doorway holding several holocards in his hand, "Your father forwarded these over here. Apparently a whole lot of mail has shown up at your house in the last few hours."

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly as she accepted the cards from him. They sat together and scanned through them quickly. Most were seedy offers from holotrash companies, but one made her stop and replay it.

Hobbie knew the distinguished face of one of the best entertainment moguls in the business, "J.D. Hardee. What does he want?"

Myri listened intently to his offer. He was curious is she had a voice to match her dance moves, a concept that Myri hadn't originally acknowledged. Sure, she sang in the 'fresher like anyone else, but didn't everyone think that they sounded like an opera star?

"He seems pretty believable," Hobbie commented, "And it's not like you're tied down to anything."

"I certainly do miss dancing," she responded, looking over at him, "Think I should give him a call back?"

"It's worth a shot. Voice or not, you've certainly got the chops for dancing."

Myri smiled and slipped out of bed, padding down to the end of the hallway to use the comm station. She was quickly connected to J.D. Hardee; he had apparently been awaiting her call. They spoke at great length about her talents, abilities, and personality. By the end of the conversation, he had set her up with a vocal coach to begin training a talent the she wasn't sure existed.

Next, she called her father to tell him the news. He was genuinely glad for her, saying, "That's wonderful, now you'll be able to enjoy your talents."

"I hope so."

"I'm proud of you, Myri."

Suddenly it felt as if her heart had leapt out of her chest and soared into the sky. She hadn't heard that phrase in a very long time. She couldn't keep the smile out of her voice as she responded shyly, "Thank you, Daddy."

Myri went to Wes' room after she got off the comm with her father. He gave her a grin as he left her in, "What's all this business about you getting a manager?"

"Well I need to do something to keep my entertained every day."

He feigned insult, "I'm not enough?"

Myri placed a hand on his chest and let it trail down to the brim of his pants, "I didn't say anything about night-time."

Wes chuckled and pulled her into his arms, "That's my girl."

Myri pulled back, a look of incredulousness on her face, "Excuse me? Your what?"

He shrugged in response, unable to keep that playful light out of his eyes, "Why not make it slightly more official? It'll have to remain just as secret, maybe even more so, but why not?"

Myri ran her hands up into his hair and moved his head around, examining his features, "Who are you, and what have you done with Wes Janson?"

He laughed again, louder this time, "I'm serious. Now what do you say?"

"I'll be your only girl."

"I know."

"You'll be with only me."

"I'm aware."

"Did you slip and hit your head in the 'fresher?"

"Myri—"

"You've got it, soldier."

Unfortunately, their happiness was short-lived, thanks to a call back to duty by Starfighter Command. Myri shared a private goodbye with Wes and a public one with Hobbie and Tycho before heading back to her parents' house. Thankfully, Syal had also been called back to duty in the labs, leaving Myri to return to a relatively quiet household.

Wedge left her a message on the kitchen counter that said he and Iella had gone to a flitgnat market downtown. Myri sighed gratefully as she made a quick call to the supplier she had found one of the nights she had gone out in her first few days at home. She had gone quite some time without glitterstim, but now that she was alone, the craving had returned. Her supplier came by quickly and discreetly, and Myri shuffled up to her room to knock herself into euphoria where she could bask in the afterglow of an amazing past few days.