Four Weeks Later…

A day off from work, it was like heaven for me. Sure, being a ballet dancer is great and brings in enough money to keep everything afloat, but it can grow tiring, wearing me down to the bone. Rehearsal goes from six in the morning to two in the afternoon, getting a thirty minute break for lunch. The first day on the job, you are instructed that you have to be committed to dancing, come to work even if you're sick beyond belief. Being in the ballet industry since the age of ten, I know each loophole to earn a day off. It's harder when the director is a bitchy woman with a black heart.

Sighing, I finished applying the lavender eye shadow to my eyes. Staring at the reflection of myself, I cracked a slight smile, seeing a certain and rare glow on my skin. My summer dress twirled as my body twisted to do a three-sixty pirouette. Even I had to admit that I looked pretty damn hot, even if I had mysteriously packed on a few pounds.

After playing the 'too-stressed-out-to-work' card with the stage director, I had managed a day off to myself; maybe even hang with a few friends. The sudden thought of being with loved ones brought back the bittersweet memory of him. How I wished I could remember his name, even his initials would do. Anything!

I was working with scraps to find the mysterious man of my fogged memories. Being stressed with the whole situation didn't help in the least bit either. I peeked out of the door to my room, making sure Bonnie and Caroline weren't in sight. But as soon as I did, my eyes caught sight of dark hair standing before my door.

"Where are you going?" Bonnie asked, arms crossed against her chest with an amused smirk on her lips. I managed to stop myself from gulping, but knew the one question that would make her blush red with embarrassment.

"Why aren't you at work?" It was a simple question, but to Bonnie it was a caught-red-handed situation.

She shrugged her shoulders, failing at trying to play it cool, "I…took a day off."

I smirked, stepping out of the doorway and into the hall to stand in front of Bonnie with accusing eyes, "Oh, really? Me too." Deciding that I had enough fun, I playfully punched her in the shoulder, "Caroline isn't here, is she?" I looked around the hall, making sure I couldn't see any blonde hair dashing towards us.

Bonnie shook her head, "Nope. She left with some guy a while ago."

I shot my head to look at her, "Did she mention his name?"

Thinking for a moment, Bonnie rubbed the back of her neck, "Hum, I think she said his name was Mark or something."

My ears perked up, "Markus?" This had to be him, this had to.

Bonnie thought before shaking her head, "No, Mark whose the owner of that new bar down the street." My heart sunk to her stomach, hope of finding the mysterious man cracking. I nodded slightly before walking to the kitchen where I made two cups of coffee for the both of us.

Bonnie eyed me from reading her magazine in the living room, "Who's Markus?"

I looked up from staring at the coffee machine, clearing my throat, "Some guy that Caroline met. He's my only connection to finding that guy I have been looking for."

Bonnie tilted her head, placing the magazine on her lap, "Why do you want to find that guy so badly?"

I sighed, sitting on the edge of the marble countertop, "I don't know. It's like he consumes me whenever I think or dream about him, but his name is never clear. I need to meet him, and I don't know why." I shook my head, hearing how confusing it sounded.

Bonnie nodded before picking up her magazine to continue reading. When I brought the cup of coffee to her, Bonnie looked up, smiling gratefully, and taking a long sip of the liquid within the cup. I then took a seat opposite that of my friend, sipping my coffee as I stared out the apartment window.

Bonnie nearly coughed up her coffee when she suddenly remembered, "I totally forgot!" She rushed to her small office in the back of the apartment beside her bedroom and walked back to the living room with an envelope, "I didn't want to open it since it was for all three of us. Since Caroline isn't here we'll just have to open it now." I nodded, curiosity taking over the best of me.

Bonnie carefully tore open the envelope, sliding out the paper within. Without a moment's hesitation, she began reading it to herself, leaving me to ponder on what it is. Her eyes widened after reading each sentence, nearly screaming out towards the end.

"What?" I asked, trying to see the letter.

Bonnie picked her jaw up off of the ground before reading it aloud, "After the mandatory testing of the workers of the ballet company, we have decided that it be best if the three of you would accompany us to the Conference for the Performing Arts held on July 8th in North Las Vegas, Nevada. If you all wish to attend, please contact my assistant with the number below to run through the details of your flight and so forth. It will be a pleasure working with you. Carson Briggs."

I squealed, "Carson Briggs? As in manager for nearly every popular band in America?" Bonnie nodded, still shocked by the letter.

"I'm the co-director, why am I invited?" Bonnie asked, confused beyond belief.

I scoffed playfully, "Cause you're the co-director! The director obviously can't go because of the shows."

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders, "What about Caroline? This is her first year in the company."

Elena sighed, now a little bit frustrated by the questions, "She's still an amazing ballet dancer." Bonnie couldn't help but to agree; Caroline had begun dancing since she could walk, used in various Broadway productions since the age of seven. She was a natural star.

Standing up, Bonnie made her way to place her coffee cup in the dishwasher, walking in zombielike motions. I took one final sip of her coffee before my face turned an unhealthy shade of green, causing me to rush to the bathroom.

Las Vegas, Nevada…

Four weeks of touring continuously around the country was taking a toll on Damon, the glint that was once in his eyes was nowhere in sight as he stared out to the wild crowd, singing the lyrics as if he were a robot.

"Every time I think of you
I always catch my breath
And I'm still standing here and you're miles away
And I'm wondering why you left

And there's a storm that's raging
Through my frozen heart tonight

I spend my time thinking about you
And it's almost driving me wild

And there's a heart that's breaking down this long-distance line tonight."

He bit back the lyrics he wanted to insert so badly, but knew that it would only give everything away. And that would be it; his career as well as his life would be kaput.

When the crowds had departed out the doors, Damon sat on the edge of the stage, strumming his guitar to that same soft rock song he had heard when he first saw her face. She was a goddess in his eyes, and he wanted her all to himself. No woman could compare to her. She had to be his, and he would do anything to make sure of that.

Markus, equally yearning for a certain girl, took a seat next to Damon, drawing his knee up to rest his chin upon it. His eyes had a lost look in them as he stared out to the large, empty room, imagining that night he had met her. That perfect angel face smiling up to him. Snapping out of it, he turned to Damon, seeing him equally lost at heart, "What's her name?" He asked.

Damon sighed, continuing the song on his guitar, "I don't know."

Markus frowned, looking down to his shoes, "Same here, can't seem to remember her name."

Damon stopped the song, looking over to his longtime friend, seeing how he was hurting just as much as he was, "Describe her for me."

Markus chuckled before beginning, "The most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen with a glint of wildness in them, long, blonde hair, and a great laugh," He paused, remembering her face, "What about your mysterious girl?"

Damon smirked, "Chestnut brown hair that shimmers in the moonlight, doe-brown eyes, pouty lips, heart-shaped face." His eyes fluttered shut as he continued the soft song, "It's like I can feel her with me, even if I only met her for one night."

"You get the same feeling, ha?" Markus was amazed by how two different women could affect them this profoundly. The two sat on the stage, replaying the amazing night when they met their soul mates in a small club in New York City.