Hey folks how's it going? Good I hope...hehehe no up dates I know... but I have Shoulder monkey to thank for they reminded me that I have a story that I should write, so this is for Shoulder Monkey. I hope you like it.

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Chapter Deux

Indeed just a dream, he walked down groggily to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. He sat down at the table and ran his hand over his face. He hadn't dreamed like that in five years.

Five years, had it really been that long since her death? It was crazy to think it had been when so many days he would wake up and expect to see her smiling making coffee.

Nothing in the world would have made him happier, nothing in the world would make that possible.

Jack grabbed his coffee and walked into the living room and saw Snake sitting watching the television.

He looked up at Jack, "Morning, sleep well."

"As well as I could." He sat down on the couch and looked at the television, "What are you watching?"

Snake shifted in his seat, "Just the news, I guess there's this new hotshot of a singer out there, Amelia Beverley."

Jack took a sip of his coffee and stared, "You're into that stuff?"

"What stuff?" He scratched his gruff beard.

"The celebrity crap and junk..."

"Not usually I just got tickets to see this girl, thought I should see if I liked her in the first place."

Jack looked at the screen as a girl will with spunky hair popped on the screen, "That her?"

"No, that's the assistant; I guess she doesn't make public appearances." Snake was also looking at the screen, "There's not even a picture of her on her CD jackets."

"Then why do people like her?" Jack stated, "For that matter, how is she going to do a performance if she doesn't want to be seen?"

"How the hell should I know?" Snake grumbled, "Why don't you go see the show and figure it out?"

"I'm not gonna go pay money for someone I can't see?" Jack shouted back, "Besides I've never heard of her anyways."

"Well you don't have to pay, I already have tickets, that I got for free, and she's not half bad, you'd like her." Snake stood up and tossed a CD at Jack, "Listen to it, the show is tomorrow. It'd do you some good to get out too."

Jack watched Snake walk away into the kitchen, "I get out… I have a job…", He thought to himself.

He looked at the CD jacket. It was pretty creative. It had photos of everything. War, soldiers, children, families, even Egypt was present.

He used his infer skills and guessed that she was from Egypt and she had experienced war. He popped the CD into his stereo when he took a shower.

She was definitely good. He voice reminded him a lot of Evanessence and Nightwish. He hated admitting when Snake was right, he liked it.

"You can't control me anymore,
I won't let these chains hold me down.
You can't control me anymore,
I've been set free by his perfect love.

War is just an excuse,
People can't keep me in this place.
Blood is my life's work,
The gun in my hand never shakes."

All her words made sense to him, as they continued, if they didn't to anyone else. It's like she had been in his situations before. It was like she was him.

Why did she sound familiar?

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