She saw him as soon as she got to the edge of the stage. Her body kept functioning, but her mind went blank. It's him, she thought, I can't believe it's really Ulrich. She finished the song and signaled for an intermission, running off stage with tears in her eyes. Harley followed, seeing her distress, while Ulrich and Odd stayed where they were and talked with Lars, the drummer.

Lars used to be in their band long ago, and Ulrich felt kind of jealous he had gotten this far. "So," Odd said in his smooth-talking voice, "Is there anyway we could get backstage after the show?" He asked hopefully, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Sure thing. Here." Lars pulled passes out of his pocket and handed them to the guys, then the lights flickered, and Lars smiled and walked away. Odd did a silent victory dance while Ulrich just stared at the stage, waiting for Miana to come back.

"He's here." Yumi sobbed, unable to be comforted by Harley or Lyle. She kept babbling and bawling until Harley's strong arms enveloped her, and she felt secure. She hugged him back, drying the last of her tears.

"Thank you." She whispered, looking into his eyes. He smiled.

"Anytime." Harley was about to turn away when she kissed his cheek and then she walked away, at a brisk pace. She took Jude from Lyle and grabbed a useless monitoring person and dragged her back with her, placing both in her room.

"Okay." She said. "If he cries, he either needs a diaper changed, is hungry, doesn't feel good, or just needs held. You can fix these things. If he keeps crying, come and get me. I'm not even joking." The young girl nodded and Yumi smiled. "Good. Thank you, uh . . ." The girl smiled.

"Hannah." Yumi nodded.

"Thank you Hannah." Yumi walked out the door and turned back in an afterthought. "Touch anything you'd like, just don't break anything, 'kay?" She grinned and shut the door behind her. Lyle stood before her.

"Watch Jude," She told him and he didn't fight but obeyed. He sat on the couch outside her room and waited for the cry of a baby. She hugged him in a thanks and ran back on stage, preparing herself. She would be okay. She sighed. She was going to be all right.

She skipped back to her spot on stage and she turned back to see Harley winking at her. She grinned, happy to have regained her composure, and readied herself to look into the eyes of Ulrich. She signaled for the smoke to rise and they moved back out, into the spotlight and she kept singing, staring out into the crowd, then back at Ulrich.

After quite a few songs, Yumi felt herself grow weak as she kept staring at Ulrich and felt herself about ready to cry.

Then the guitar solo came on and Harley ran in front of her, breaking her eye contact with Ulrich. She swallowed and reminded herself to thank him. She bobbed her head to the beat and grinned at Harley as he backed up back to his spot, and Yumi stepped forwards just as the song ended.

She smiled into the sea of fans and waved, laughing at the screams and posters. She bowed and then stepped to the side, allowing an applause for her band. Harley and the gang stepped forwards and bowed, but Yumi knew something was up. She smiled graciously, mentally and physically preparing herself to be ready to dodge anything they might throw.

"Hey, all you French folk out there! How did you like tonight's performance?" Harley slung his arm around her and spoke into her microphone. The crowd went wild and Yumi felt herself blush. A loud round of 'Miana, Miana!' Started up and she felt herself turn completely pink.

"Isn't she lovely?" Harley asked, beckoning at his lady companion. She laughed sheepishly and playfully punched him. She took the microphone back in an afterthought.

"Well, thank you guys for being amazing, of course. And I hope to see you all soon! So one last applause for Element 109, guys!" The crowd got louder in response and Yumi felt herself being grabbed. She was about to scream until she realized it was Harley and Lars, along with Joey and Dustin. They had lifted her above their heads and were carrying her offstage. She was immediately glad she hadn't decided on a skirt and on jeans instead.

Ulrich didn't like Harley already. The guy was too cocky, too comfortable with the girl thought to be his. He was jealous, but wouldn't admit it. He wanted to be next to her, damn it! He was cheered up by knowing that he would be allowed backstage, to get to talk to her. To find out if she was really Yumi. So he and Odd waited until near everyone else had left before they stood, escorted by a guard into the depths of show-biz.

Yumi took her time getting back to her room. She knew she had nothing to worry. Well, at least not concerning Ulrich. She opened the door slowly, grinning in on Hannah and Lyle playing cards. She smiled and playfully shooed them out, but not before receiving a peck on the cheek from Lyle.

"I was with you in spirit. You were magnanimous." She giggled and shoved him out, eager to take a shower. She locked her door and left the bathroom one wide open, to be able to hear Jude if he cried. She finished and blow-dried her hair, flipping it in the mirror in a practice to be flirtatious. She giggled as she failed miserably, then reapplied her makeup. She looked at her face, deciding she didn't look horrible. Then, she slipped on a pair of old jeans and her old school soccer warmup.

It had been Ulrich's actually, but she knew he would never see it. And she had liked it so much, that she decided the night she left to pack it. She picked up Jude in a hasty way and bounced down the hall, obviously pleased with herself. That is, until she saw Odd bounding down the corridor, towards her grinning like a fool. She groaned.

So, do you approve? Next chapter will clear up the baby and two years incident,I swear. And I apologize for my for lack of a better word explosion. Completely unnecessary and unconductlike, but I felt that if you flame me, go ahead. I'm okay with bad reviews. Just help me out, not drag me down. I don't want to hear horribled things with no (or stupid) ways on how to fix them. So to all of my happy reviewers and the one who told me to "bring them hell!" I LOVE YOU GUYS! It definitely helped calm me down. (That, and spraining my ankle in my soccer game that night) OOPS! lol. SO LOVE YOU ALL! (even the few who will flame me CONSTRUCTIVELY)

-Rae-