A/N: So if you're familiar with me, then a new story is not exactly what you want to see but… C'est la vie.

Thanks to Const3llations for all of his help and encouragement.

Please enjoy.

Edited 12/05/20

Junior's was a small and smokey club that had been in business for generations. It prided itself as being a safe place for friends to gather with cheap drinks and great food. It's loyal clientele held a great deal of pride in the business and— despite the clubs popularity throughout the city— believed that it would always remain their best-kept-secret.

The club also hosted a small stage that was free for anyone to show off their musical talents for as long as the crowd could tolerate them. Many aspiring musicians had found their start on that stage and some had even found fame. The example set by those who had succeeded drove anyone and everyone to try their luck and leave it all on the floor of Junior's dimly lit stage. Many left the stage as quickly as they had found it, but some had become the nightly attraction and made appearances several nights in a row.

One such artist was 20 year old Ruby Rose. The young girl was quickly becoming a crowd favorite because of her beautiful voice and emotional guitar playing. Combining those talents she made wonderful ballads that calmed even the rowdiest of patrons. When the crowd grew tired of her slow melodies, the girl would easily begin playing faster sending cheers throughout the club.

Even though she wasn't old enough to drink, the owner Junior was a family friend and her sister Yang was the bouncer. As long as she promised not to try and sneak alcohol, she could perform as much as she wanted. Of course she wasn't just performing to chase a pipe dream of stardom. She had bills to pay and the tips she received from her performances helped to pick up the slack that her part-time job at Flynt's Music Shop left. If she could get to do what she loved and get a few bucks too… she considered it a win-win.

It was a slow night at the club and there was only five customers. This was probably due too the thunderstorm that was raging outside. It was one of the worst that the area had seen in years and combined with the cold winter air, it made things particularly miserable. And while the slow night meant that she would receive less tips, she could also just relax and play music without having to focus on entertaining a crowd as well. She found it cathartic to simply play under the dim stage lights like no one else was there.

The quiet and comfortable atmosphere that had permeated the place shattered when the door flew open revealing a girl with white hair and incredibly expensive clothes that were soaking wet from the storm. It was hard to tell in the club's dim lighting but her eyes seemed to be red from crying. As she looked around the club her pale blue eyes met with Ruby's silver ones. She quickly turned away and made her way to the bar leaving a puddle in her wake. The squishing of her shoes echoed across the now quiet bar.

Ruby was intrigued by the girl's presence. In the few weeks she had been performing at Junior's she had grown familiar with the type who frequented the club and the white haired girl didn't fit in with them. Ruby had recognized the brand of her shoes and knew for a fact that they cost at least two months of her pay. She was definitely not the type that normally passed through. "What's someone like her doing here?"

Junior was tending the bar and he had a towel prepared for her when she arrived. He couldn't have her dripping everywhere. "Here you go Miss. The restroom is over there if you'd like to get cleaned up a bit." She looked to where he was pointing and took the towel from him, "Thank you." Her voice was scratchy like she had been shouting, but even still she had a beautiful and melodic voice.

"Anything I can get for you? Food? Drinks? Of course I'll need to see some ID for alcohol." Just seconds after Junior said those words the girls stomach could be heard growling.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, "I suppose I should eat something." She turned her head to the small menu behind the bar and began to open her drowned purse in search of her ID. "I'll have the fish and chips and a gin and tonic," She said as she finally fished out her ID and handed it to Junior. His eyes widened as he read her name. She expected such a reaction to her name but she couldn't really care right then. She just wanted to be invisible to the world and everyone in it. She hoped he wouldn't make a big deal of it.

"Is there something wrong sir?"

"Uh," he mumbled. "Not at all. I'll have it brought out in just a few minutes. Please make yourself comfortable." Then he went to the kitchen to put her order in while she went to the restroom to dry off a bit. As she passed, she noticed a corner table that seemed isolated enough. She would sit there and dwell in her misery with hope that no one approached her.

She failed to notice the pair of silver eyes that were still locked on her.

Ruby couldn't take her eyes off the girl from the moment she entered. She felt connected to her for a reason she couldn't describe. The girl radiated a feeling of loneliness that Ruby was unfortunately quite familiar with. Maybe they could become friends one day, or at least be lonely together. Loneliness was easier when someone else was around.

Could one of her songs help the girl at all? She wrote a lot of music when she was sad and a lot of it seemed to reflect that. Perhaps she could remind the white-haired girl that she wasn't alone even if she didn't get the chance to speak with her. Opening her song book, she searched for one that she hoped would convey her message.

The girl with white hair exited the restroom no longer dripping and freezing, though still wet and cold. It wasn't a great idea to walk out in such a terrible storm, but she had to leave. She could not bare to be around her so called family for a moment longer. She was so angry and broken that the entire time she walked through the city she didn't notice the torrential rain nor the bone chilling cold that accompanied it. When she calmed down enough to take note of the world around her she was standing in front of Junior's. It seemed quiet and warm so she decided to wait out the storm while she decided her next move. She really hoped that she didn't catch a cold.

She sat at the corner table she had chosen a few minutes ago and looked around the club once more. There was a small group of middle aged friends drinking and laughing with each other, Junior was behind the bar wiping the counter out of boredom, a muscular blonde woman was sitting at a table with her feet kicked up in the air scrolling through her phone, and finally was the dark haired girl sitting on the stage with a guitar. Her black hair was highlighted red and the silver eyes she made contact with earlier shone with focus as she tuned the instrument.

The club held a comfortable atmosphere. She had never been to a place like this but saw its appeal. A nice place to hang out with friends… if you had any. Her thoughts were interrupted when Junior brought her food. "Here you go Miss. I pride myself on our kitchen here. Please enjoy and let me know if you need anything else," he said as he walked away.

As the wonderful smell of the food drifted forward, her stomach growled once again in protest that she was taking so long to eat it.. Taking a bite, she was surprised at how delicious it was. The relatively cheap deep-fried food was far different from what she was used to, but it was extremely satisfying. Not paying attention, she let a single small smile slip through her business like demeanor.

"Hello everyone." She looked toward the stage as the guitar girl started speaking. "The next song I'm going to play is very special to me and I want you all to know that, no matter how alone you might feel, there is someone out there that's willing to listen. Even if you haven't met them yet." She looked over to the corner and pale blue met silver once again.

She felt confused and insecure. There was no way that the girl knew what she was going through. She was making a general statement hoping to connect with some one in the audience. Performers did it all the time. "Then why did it feel like her eyes were looking right through me?"

The music that resonated from her guitar was melancholy and her beautiful voice followed. She couldn't look away from the stage. She could have easily believed that the music was written just for her.

It starts
With the unexpected loss
Of something dear
The warmth
That comforted and cradled
Just disappears…

As the girl played the beautiful melody kept getting faster until the words seemed to turn into a desperate cry for help. A cry for help she had made several times before. A cry that fell on deaf ears. The girls lyrics hit her harder than she could have imagined and managed to dig up feeling she had all but buried. By the end she would have cried if she could remember how.

...Mirror what's this thing I see?
Who is staring back at me?
A stranger to my heart has filled my mind
Mirror
Help me
Who am I?

Who was she anymore? She wasn't sure.

"Thanks everyone. I'm gonna take a break." Ruby set her guitar down and stood from the stool. She had been sitting there for a while. Looking around she saw the white-haired girl looking at her strangely, her eyes were watery. Maybe her song had been too effective. She felt like she needed to introduce herself and apologize if she upset her. The goal was never to make anyone feel worse.

Climbing down from the stage she slipped behind the bar to grab a soda, earning a huff from Junior but nothing more. If she thought the man cared she wouldn't have done it. She had been getting what she wanted from behind the bar since she was allowed in the building. If she would have even attempted to swipe some alcohol or not pay her tab, Junior would tell her father and Uncle and the three of them would never let her hear the end of it.

She turned back to the white-haired girl. Her eyes were still watery and they carried a far away look in them. She was obviously lost and alone in her thoughts. The girl didn't seem to notice her as she walked up to the table. Ruby wasn't sure what to say so she thought it best to start with, "Hello."

She looked up at Ruby with curiosity. This was the girl who had read her like a book with her music— even if she didn't know it. "Do I want to talk to her?"

"Hi," she said quietly, her voice still scratchy

"My names Ruby. You probably noticed that I'm performing here tonight and now I'm on a break. Would you mind a little company?" Ruby tried not to seem too eager to sit with the girl but she was sure that her enthusiasm was apparent. She didn't have many friends and even if she didn't make one out of the white-haired girl, she wouldn't see her all alone.

The girl stared at Ruby a moment longer. Her sole mission tonight was to be alone. To avoid everyone and fade in obscurity. But for some reason letting this Ruby keep her company didn't seem like a bad idea.

"Weiss. And I don't mind."

A/N: I don't really know why I started this, but its been so much fun. I hope you all enjoyed it. Maybe consider leaving a review?

And consider checking out Const3llations, he does amazing work. So stop by and give him an ego boost if nothing else. He deserves it.