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Regina gave the group a once over, and her eyes stopped at Emma, recognizing her from the videos and pictures she had checked yesterday.

She cleared her throat, stepped closer to the rapper and tilted her head slightly to the side.

"So you are the musician everyone has been gushing about?"

Emma shifted uncomfortably under the Mayor's watchful gaze.

"Yeah, I guess that is me," she replied, shrugging, before she straightened her back – never breaking eye contact with the older woman. "Emma Swan. Nice to meet you Madame Mayor."

Raising one perfect eyebrow, Regina's eyes raked over Emma's body then went back to her face.

"We will see if it's nice to meet me. My name is Regina Mills, as you all already know. I am the Mayor of this sleepy little town. Let me be frank with you, I do not condone any foul behavior. I do not want any bad publicity regarding Storybrooke and its residents. You are free to play your show, wine and dine here. Ah, and one last thing, no drugs!" Regina's dark eyes threateningly gazed at Emma, studying her face.

Emma raised her hands in mock surrender, her eyes and face open.

"I don't know if you are familiar with my music and lifestyle. We're a little bit different, than other Hip Hop artists. No drugs, I agree." Emma smiled brightly at the Mayor, attempting to break the ice.

However, Regina had other plans.

"Doubtful, Miss Swan. You are free to go now." With a curt nod, she turned away and walked briskly to her car.

"Oh my god, she's a handful…" Ruby whispered, the boys nodding in agreement.

"She's even scarier, when you have to negotiate with her," Neal sighed, shouldering one of Emma's many bags.

"I think she is magnificent," Emma grinned briefly, as she closed her red leather jacket.


Emma dropped her luggage at the end of the bed and laid down, sighing at the feeling of a comfortable mattress underneath her. She loved traveling with the tour bus. The space wasn't too bad, and the beds were comfortable enough, but after some time she craved a proper bed.

Her thoughts quickly wandered back to Regina Mills; the woman in charge of this town, and damn she was one hell of a woman. Emma quietly chuckled, shaking her head in amusement about herself.

She met many people of all kinds over the course of time. Some were pleasant and others, well…not so much.

Although Regina was not exactly welcoming them, Emma saw the fire in the brunette woman's eyes. Something most people did not have anymore.

A knock on the door startled the blonde rapper, and she looked up, "come in."

Ruby entered the room, closing the door behind her.

"The house is really nice. I'm actually impressed with Neal." Ruby grinned, sitting down next to Emma.

"We should thank his dad," Emma winked, leaning against the headboard.

"Yeah, right," Ruby chuckled, grabbing one of the pillows. "Hey, by the way, what do you think of Regina?"

Emma tapped her fingers against her chin as she looked thoughtfully at her friend. "She seems…determined to protect the town, which is in some way admirable."

Ruby nodded, her eyes never leaving Emma, "She's your type, hm?"

Emma narrowed her eyes, looking at Ruby in confusion. Licking her lips, she leaned closer to her friend.

"I do not have a 'type,' Rubes."

Ruby laughed, throwing her head back as she flung a pillow at Emma.

"I beg to differ. Let me think about an example," rolling her eyes towards the ceiling, Ruby pretended to think. "Lily…brunette, tough and a goddamn bitch."

Emma's eyes went wide as she gaped at the slender woman.

"You can't possibly compare the two," she rasped, rubbing her palms together. "Besides, let's stop with this, okay? I bet Regina has, like – supernatural hearing and is listening in."

Ruby snickered, but nodded her head. "Yeah, you are right, and sorry for bringing up Lily."

"It's alright, Ruby. I'm over her." Emma smiled warmly at her friend.


At lunchtime, Emma, Ruby and Killian decided to check out the area where she would hold her concert.

"This looks promising," Hook noted as he looked up at the half-built stage.

"Yeah, it definitively does," Emma agreed, walking closer to the stage as she watched the men setting up her venue.

"Emma Swan?"

She turned to the voice as she saw a young boy looking nervously at her.

"Yeah and you are?" she smiled, slowly walking closer.

"Henry, I'm" – his voice cracked and his hands held tightly onto a basketball – "Sorry, I meant…I'm a big fan of yours."

"Aww, that is cool, Henry," Emma answered, stopping right in front of him.

A blush crept up the boy's neck as he swallowed hard.

"Loosen up a little, I'm only human," Emma winked, stuffing her hands into her pockets. She would never get used to her fans' reactions.

"I…Yeah, but you are like – my favorite artist," Henry answered sheepishly, clutching the ball to his chest.

Emma's smile grew as her eyes wandered to Hook and Ruby who stood some feet behind them.

"You wanna play some?" she asked after some seconds, nodding to the ball in his hands.

Looking to his ball, he started to chew on his lower lip.

"Yes, sure, but my Mom will pick me up in ten minutes or so…" He explained, his face full of disappointment.

"I saw a court on our way. How about we play until your mom arrives?" Emma suggested, pleased to see his face lightening up.

"Oh yeah, she will pass through there anyway, so we can do that," grinning, he agreed happily.

"Guys let's head over to the basketball court," Emma called over to Hook and Ruby.


"5 - 2 for Henry! Awesome!" Ruby cheered, clapping her hands together.

The boy laughed, dribbling around Emma toward the basket. She followed him closely, trying to block.

Henry dodged her block skillfully, scoring another point.

Emma panted, leaning over with her hands placed on her knees. "Jesus, Kid, you are on fire."

Henry flashed a toothy grin at her, as he dropped the ball, "Thanks!"

Emma wiped the sweat off her face as she saw a familiar black Mercedes approaching them.

Henry waved at her car, picking up his ball in den process.

"Um, Henry, is this your mother?" Emma asked carefully while she continued to look at the vehicle.

"Yeah, she's the Mayor," he shrugged, walking closer to the blonde. "Would you sign my ball?"

"Sure, anyone got a marker?" Emma asked her friends, who approached them quickly. Ruby handed Emma the marker.

"Henry, what are you doing there?" Regina hurried over, her face stern and angry.

"I was playing basketball with Emma."

He took the ball from Emma, smiling appreciatively at her.

"Hello Regina," Emma greeted, once the Mayor stopped right in front of them.

"It is Madame Mayor for you," Regina snarled, grasping Henry's gym bag. "Henry, in the car – now."

"Let me be clear Miss Swan: you and the likes of you are only tolerated here until your 'show' is done. So stay away from my son." Regina hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

Emma stared in sheer confusion and hurt at the mayor.

Regina was already on her way to her car when Emma called her out.

"What is your problem, Mayor Uptight? I have done nothing to you and your townspeople! I'm only here to live my dream and deliver a great show to my fans!" Emma stated angrily, slowly walking towards Regina.

"Usually I have the utmost respect for women in charge, because it means you kicked some dude's nuts, to gain THIS. But you are a lot like said dudes, full of prejudices and shit. Ready to throw anything that is foreign to you under the bus." Her breathing became labored, her eyes wide in anger. "Practice what you preach, don't be like them! I mean, I'm open to you – I don't walk around and claim that you slept your way up the ladder." Emma shot, her eyes fiery.

"Excuse me?" Regina yelled, quickly crossing the few feet between them.

"See how that stings, how it undermines everything? That's exactly how I feel when you treat me and my friends like trash for no reason." Emma explained much calmer now.

Regina's mouth snapped shut, and she stared at Emma, her breathing heavy.

Emma fought so hard for her dream and the life she was living now. She learned the hard way, but she also learned to forgive and look behind the scenes.

"Let me suggest something, yeah? My crew and I will have a jamming session tomorrow night at the house where we are staying. Come over, bring your husband, wife, or whoever you would like to bring with you and if you still think we suck, fine – feel free. But at least try it out.