A/N: I hope you liked the last chapter!

Black Cat's Assistant

Chapter 3: Tell Me

Silk stood upon another stage, staring at the microphone. "What if I can't sing tonight?" She asked her manager.

"You can do it, Silk. All you have to do is sing. Sing to the one who is dearest to you. Sing, Silk, Sing!"

Green eyes looked at him, but closed and her mouth opened yet nothing came out. Her head lowered. "I can't…"

"Don't give up so easily, Silk. We've bought tickets to your concert, so you better sing." The brown haired young man stood at the back, with his hands in his pockets. "I came to wish you a good luck, but if you aren't going to sing tonight, then I've wasted my time." He turned and waved a one handed wave. "Later."

"Wait!" She yelled. Jumping off the stage she ran to him, and stopped before him. "Please come. I can sing, if you come." She turned, and her red skirt turned with a swish. "Please come tonight. Please."

Train turned. "I'll come, but you have to sing." He smiled and waved once more. "See you tonight."

That Night

The crowd roared when a girl came out upon the stage in blue jeans, a short skirt over her jeans, and a red shirt with a black jacket over it. That's when the music began, her foot began to tap and she grabbed the microphone stand without any hesitation.

(I do not own any of these songs.)

Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be

Holding hands with you when we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too

What if this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you

Isn't this the best part of breakin' up
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too

It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful

Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't yet, but my heads spinning

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you

High enough for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
High enough for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
out of this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you

The roar of the crowd became louder, and then quieted. "Everyone!" Said the girl into the microphone. "I would like for you to meet a really good friend of mine." She yelled as her grip on the microphone stand tightened. "Train Heartnet, come up here." She pointed to where he stood, and the light shined on him. "Get up here Train!"

The brown haired boy stood and jumped upon the stage. "You're crazy." He whispered to her. "What are you doing, Silk?"

"Showing them who you are, of course!" The white haired girl replied with a smile.

Three hours later

It was after the show when Train pulled her side. "Tell me."

She laughed. "Tell you what?"

"Tell me what you've been trying to tell me." Golden eyes looked into green, "What is it that you've been trying to tell me?"

Her eyes widened. "Train…No, Black Cat, I'm…I'm sick."

He blinked. "Is that it?"

She nodded.

He sighed. "Gosh, I thought it was something life threatening or something."

Silk's mouth opened, but closed quickly. "No," she whispered. "It's nothing life threatening…yet." She said the last part even quieter. "I've got to go. Bye Train!" She kissed him on the cheek and blushed, but quickly waved and ran off.

Train rubbed his cheek and blinked. "Strange."

A/N: I hope you liked it! I know it's short, but my computer and I don't get along very well like my papa's computer. R&R! Please!