Disclaimer: No I still don't own Pride and Prejudice. I do however own the song that they sing, seeing as how I wrote it specifically for this fan fic. So you definitely can't have that. But I would like to know what you think of it.
Lizzie stood up on the Netherfield stage wishing that her winter coat was just a little thicker. Her black Stetson crowned her dark curls and her feet were encased in a matching pair of boots. The snow hadn't stopped falling for almost three days and Lizzie had all but resigned herself to the fact that her quiet Nashville Christmas was a dream that she was going to have to kiss goodbye. Now, as the snow fell, it seemed like the concert that had kept her in town wasn't going to happen either. So, she was stuck on a stage, watching the snow fall, doing a sound check for a concert that was most likely not going to happen and to top it all off she had just been handed sheet music for a duet she was going to have to do with the one man she couldn't stand.
"Jane, I am not singing with him," Lizzie stated firmly. "I blatantly refuse to sing with that arrogant, self-serving, son of a… He's right behind me isn't he?" Jane nodded, clapping a perfectly manicured hand over her mouth to hide her smile. "Hello Darcy," Lizzie said flatly. "How kind of you to grace us with your presence."
"Hello Elizabeth," he replied in turn. "I'm sorry that I deprived you of my company for so long. So I take it that you got the lyrics for our song."
Lizzie sighed and rolled her eyes. She was well on her way to hating Will Darcy. Lizzie knew that Will probably expected that they would practice the duet, however she wasn't interested. So, she grabbed her guitar from its stand and walked off stage. She knelt down to where her guitar case rested and placed the guitar inside. She snapped it shut and then prepared to leave the stadium. Will's words from the other night still echoed in her ears and she wasn't quite ready to put them behind her. She greatly preferred playing the injured party in their strange relationship. "Elizabeth where do you think you are going?" Will asked angrily as he walked up behind her. "I expect an answer." Will grabbed her arm as Lizzie stood up and forced her to turn around and face him.
"Excuse me Darcy," Lizzie began with false politeness. "I was under the impression that you didn't want to have anything to do with me, let alone sing with me." She lifted her chin indignantly and squared her shoulders. "So I am at a loss as to why you are so anxious to sing with me now."
"Lizzie… I…"
"I'm not really interested in what you have to say," Lizzie informed his coldly. "Now if you will excuse me. I'm cold and I don't want to have to be out here and longer than necessary." With that, Lizzie left Netherfield and got into the waiting taxi to go back to the hotel. She was not willing to spend any more time with Will than was absolutely necessary. Besides, she was cold and her idea of a good time at that moment in time was a big cup of coffee and a chance to curl up under the covers so she could read the book she'd bought at the bookstore a block over from the hotel.
Lizzie had finally been able to settle under the covers with her book when the door flew open. "Lizzie, what do you think that you were doing?" Jane asked sternly. "I know that you are not fond of Will, but that doesn't mean you snub him like that. Do you have any idea how rude that was?"
"At least I had the courage to say what I thought of him to his face," Lizzie replied flippantly. "It was no more than he deserved after what he said at the charity ball the other night."
"What did he say?" Jane inquired as she sat down on the edge of Lizzie's bed and propped her arm and chin on her sister's knees.
"He said," Lizzie began as she puffed her chest out and attempted to sound manlier. "Charlie, I do not want anything to do with Miss Bennet. I don't want to sing with her. I don't want to dance with her. I really don't want to have anything to do with her! So will you just lay off all ready?" However when Lizzie recited his words, she said them in a humorous tone, completely unwilling to let anyone, even her twin, know just how much she had been hurt by Will's words.
"Oh Lizzie," Jane giggled. "Can you ever forgive me? If I had known how he had treated you, I never would have pressured you into singing with him."
"Of course you are forgiven Janie," Lizzie replied with a smile. "Darcy is the one I am angry with."
"I'll understand if you don't sing to him after all," Jane said sweetly. "But from what I've seen of him, he's very nice Lizzie. Maybe he was just a little out of sorts that night. I'm sure that all he needs is a second chance and he'll prove to be very nice."
"Oh Janie," Lizzie sighed fondly. "I wish I could think as well of everyone as you do. Now let me get back to my book."
"Fine Lizzie," Jane laughed and then kissed her sister on the cheek. "I'm going to lunch with Charlie and then we're going to the movies. I was told to offer you an invitation as well seeing as how Will and Caroline are going…"
"NO!" Lizzie exclaimed, her eyes widening with shock. "Do you really think I would willingly spend several hours in Caroline Bingley's company? Will at least hardly says a word, but Caroline won't shut up!"
"I was just kidding," Jane replied as she grabbed her coat, scarf, and gloves. "It's just Charlie and me. I think this might be a real date!" Jane's eyes lit up as she talked and she fairly glowed with happiness. Jane had always been extremely beautiful and most of the girls at the high school Jane and Lizzie had attended had been very jealous of Jane and had been pretty mean to her. She also hadn't had a lot of boyfriends because most guys had been intimidated by her beauty. Lizzie was happy that Jane and Charlie seemed to be getting pretty fond of each other. Jane deserved a little happiness after her rotten teenage years.
As Jane stepped out of the elevator and walked into the lobby, Charlie was there to greet her. "Jane!" he exclaimed happily as he walked up to greet her. "I was almost worried that you weren't coming."
"Lizzie needed me for a minute," Jane explained as they walked to the door and Charlie helped her put her coat on. "Thank you. But I left her buried under the covers of her bed with one of those mystery novels that she loves so much. She decided that she would just call room service for lunch and I'll see her for dinner." Jane tugged her gloves on over her fingers and Charlie took her scarf from where it rested in the crook of her arm and wound it around her neck.
As they walked out of the hotel Charlie took her hand in his and laced his fingers through hers. Jane looked down at their entwined hands and smiled as she thought of what a perfect fit their hands were. She looked up at Charlie and they smiled, both looking almost deliriously happy. Lizzie peaked out of the curtain and watched her sister and Charlie walking down the street. They looked so cute together; Lizzie couldn't help but hope that Jane had finally found the guy who was perfect for her…
Five hours later, Jane and Charlie ran back into the hotel. The snow had started falling thickly and outside it looked more like a white sheet than a town. Charlie turned back to look at Jane and thought she had never looked more beautiful. Her blond curls were messy and stray snowflakes that had yet to melt clung to wisps of her hair. "My ears are so cold," Jane laughed as she started to walk further into the hotel. However Charlie's hands over her ears kept her in place. "Allow me," he whispered, their faces so close that his breath tickled her lips. Their eyes locked and both smiled happily. "Are your lips cold too?" he asked playfully. All Jane could do was nod and Charlie's lips descended on hers. It was the sweetest and most tender kiss Jane had ever had. But they both would have had to have been fools to think that one kiss would be enough because as soon as their lips broke apart, his kissed her again with an intensity that took Jane's breath away.
"Lizzie's probably starting to wonder where I am," Jane said finally after breaking their kiss. His forehead rested against hers and she knew that if she didn't break away soon, she wouldn't be given another chance to. "I really need to go check on her."
"She's fine," Charlie attempted to assure her. "Don't go." Charlie's pleading green eyes were hard to resist but Jane knew that too much longer in his company and she could possible loose control, and that was something she desperately did not want to do. Jane finally managed to free herself from his arms and fled towards the elevator. "If she looks back she really does like me," Charlie whispered to himself. Sure enough, just as the elevator doors opened, Jane turned around to look at him and smiled. "Yes!" Charlie whispered enthusiastically and then did a little dance. Jane laughed so hard, the doors to the elevator almost closed before she stepped inside.
Lizzie, however, was not up in the room waiting for Jane. She'd gotten bored and decided to head down to the bar, just to see what kind of people were hanging out there. Jane was late, but Lizzie had expected her to be. Even the most clueless of people would notice that Jane and Charlie were well on their way to being totally and helplessly in love with one another. So, Lizzie sat down on a stool and ordered a cup of coffee. She didn't see Will around so, most likely, there weren't any arrogant know it alls around waiting to tell her that coffee actually did not help sober you up when you'd ingested too much alcohol to function properly.
So, Lizzie sat there staring absently at the cup of coffee in front of her, still daydreaming about how she would have decorated her apartment for Christmas. If she even managed to get back in time, there would be no chance to go shopping for ornaments or buy a tree. Instead, she would probably be spending her Christmas in a hotel because there was no chance of her going home to listen to her mother rant over how she was never going to find a suitable husband and live a normal life.
Suddenly, Lizzie heard raised voices coming towards her. "I can't believe that you thought that we would never find out!" she heard a very familiar voice yell. "The whole bank account is completely empty and you thought that we wouldn't find out!"
"I was going to return the money," another voice replied. "If you hadn't stopped me, I could have won it all back last night."
"Do you really expect us to believe that?" yet another voice yelled. "You completely drain the band's bank account and you expect us to believe that you were going to replace all the money?"
"I was going to!" the second voice yelled back.
Lizzie hunched over her coffee to make it seem like she wasn't listening as the voices approached, but couldn't help but sneak a peek at the voices owners. The first one to speak was exactly who she had thought it had been, Will Darcy. The other two were his band mates Jack Wickham and Fitz. No one really knew what Fitz's whole name was. He had always simply been called Fitz. Lizzie quickly looked down at her coffee and grabbed the mug to cling to it tightly.
The argument continued for several minutes and Lizzie was thankful that she was not noticed. Suddenly the bar stool next to her creaked and whoever sat down ordered a scotch and water. "Hello," the man greeted. Lizzie looked up and was surprised to see Jack Wickham sitting next to her.
"Hello," Lizzie replied and then drained her coffee cup, hoping to have an excuse to leave with grace, not to just have to get up and flee.
"I suppose you are wondering what that argument was all about," Wickham said with a sigh. "I don't think that you could help but overhear."
"I wasn't really curious," Lizzie responded and tried to slip down off the bar stool.
"No," Wickham almost yelled. "Stay. I need someone to talk to, someone who doesn't know me and expect the worst of me. You see, I had a good reason to take that money. My mom is really sick and she has been racking up some pretty high hospital bills. I've been taking the money a little at a time over the past few months to keep the creditors off her back."
"That's horrible," Lizzie said sympathetically and laid her hand on his arm. "Why can't you just tell Will and Fitz what is going on. I'm sure that they wouldn't be so angry if they knew that you had a good reason."
"Unfortunately," Wickham began as he hung his head. "Will and Fitz won't ever believe me. You see, a couple of years ago when we first started getting big, I got a little carried away with my spending and Will and Fitz had to help me pay off my creditors. They think that I'm falling back into my old overspending habits and wouldn't believe me if I told them the truth."
"Lizzie!" Jane exclaimed as she burst into the bar. "I've been looking for you everywhere! I have so much to tell you!"
"Sorry," Lizzie mumbled apologetically. "I'd love to talk some more, but I promised my sister that I'd have dinner with her."
"Wait," Wickham began with a frown. "You're Lizzie Bennet aren't you?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"I feel like such an idiot," he said and hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. "I didn't even recognize you and our bands are going to be playing together in a few nights."
"Listen," Lizzie said as she stood up. "I really would love to stay and talk, but I have a feeling my sister gave something up to keep our dinner plans, so I really have to go. I'll see you later though." With that, Lizzie escaped the bar and almost ran over to where Jane stood.
"Lizzie I just had the most amazing afternoon!" Jane exclaimed excitedly. "Charlie is so sweet and nice and perfect and…"
"Oh Janie," Lizzie cut in fondly. "I am so happy for you. It looks like you found the perfect guy huh?"
"I think I did," Jane replied, unable to contain her grin. "Lizzie, I know that it has only been a few days, but I think I might be in love with him."
"Well, don't fall in love too fast," Lizzie cautioned playfully. "I'm not quite ready yet to loose my only sane sister!"
Several hours later Lizzie sat on her bed flipping through a magazine as Jane watched the news. "I'm telling you Janie," Lizzie sighed. "Darcy just suspects the worst out of people. Jack is just trying to help his mother, but Darcy won't listen."
"Lizzie," Jane began tactfully. "I'm sure that there is a perfectly logical explanation for Will's treatment of Jack. After all, if you had already lent someone money to get them out of debt, and then find a bank account completely drained, you would be angry and suspicious as well."
"I would listen to what the person had to say," Lizzie replied with a frown. "I wouldn't just start yelling at them in a public place for everyone to hear."
"What if it were Lydia?"
"Well that's different!" Lizzie exclaimed as she threw the magazine onto the nightstand. "I know Lydia and I would know if our mother was ill."
"It's not really all that different Lizzie," Jane admonished softly. "I have no doubt that Will knows Jack a lot better than you do. We don't know all of the circumstances, or enough about either one's character. I don't think we can draw a fair conclusion based on our limited knowledge."
Lizzie just sighed and sank back against the pillows. Part of her knew that Jane was most likely right. Lizzie didn't know the whole story and she was unfairly acting as Will's judge. But there was something so nice about Jack. He seemed really open and honest. After all, he'd poured his heart out to a complete stranger didn't he? Why would someone do that if they weren't telling the truth? Lizzie knew that she wouldn't come to any logical conclusions so late at night. So, she told her sister goodnight and then turned off her beside light, leaving only the television to light the room.
The next morning Lizzie and Jane were awoken by a frantic pounding on the door. "I'll get it Jane," Lizzie yawned sleepily as she got up out of her bed. "Who on earth could want us at six thirty in the morning?" she grumbled as she slipped on her bright orange slippers and shuffled towards the door. "What do you want?" Lizzie almost growled when she saw Will standing on the other side of the door.
"Do you play the bass guitar as well?" Will asked frantically. "Jack has taken off and we don't have anyone to play in the concert tonight. Charlie's just starting to learn and we're desperate."
"Yes," Lizzie yawned. "I play the bass as well. What does that have to do with anything?"
"Did you not understand me?" Will inquired incredulously. "Jack is gone and we need someone to play in the concert tonight."
"What Lizzie is trying to say is that you haven't properly asked her to play," Jane informed him as she walked up tying her robe. Seeing Jane in her robe made Lizzie conscious of her own state of undress. She was wearing a blue silky camisole that left a good three inches of her stomach exposed and a pair of very short white shorts that left very little to be imagined about her figure. But backing off to go and get her own robe would show that she was embarrassed and she would not give Will that satisfaction.
Will sighed and hung his head. Lizzie certainly wasn't making this easy for him. Seeing so much of her pale smooth skin was driving him to distraction and she wanted him to put aside his pride and nearly beg her to play with them. "Lizzie," Will mumbled. "Will you please play the base for us tonight? I know that it's a lot to ask seeing as how your band is playing as well. But if we don't find someone, there won't be a concert at all."
That was when Lizzie noticed his state of undress as well. He was wearing a white undershirt and his boxers. If the situation over Jack leaving wasn't so serious, Lizzie would have laughed and was thankful that it was so early and no one was in the hallway. If anyone had seen them they would have most likely thought that Will was a spurned lover standing in the hallway pleading with the girl he loved, a look that was emphasized by the fact that Jane had slipped back into bed and that left only Will and Lizzie standing there and Will had the most adorable pleading look on his face. If Lizzie hadn't been so angry with him, she would have been about ready to fall into his arms.
But Lizzie was angry with him. So, the whole falling into his arms thing certainly wasn't an option. "I don't know any of your songs," Lizzie said finally. "We'd have to work all day. And I think we would have to try to put aside our differences and get along, even if it is only for a day."
"I will if you will," Will replied sticking out his hand. "Shake on it?" Lizzie stuck her hand in his and was surprised by how gentle his hands were. He held her hand a little longer than necessary and then snatched his hand away as if he had been burned. "Be at Netherfield by seven thirty." With that, he was gone, leaving Lizzie standing there watching the elevator doors close behind him.
At seven thirty-one Lizzie walked onto the stage at Netherfield. "You're late," Darcy barked as Lizzie stopped a few feet away from him.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "One minute Darcy," she replied and put her hands on her hips. Will couldn't believe how adorable she looked with her blue suede coat and white scarf with the matching hat attempting to tame her brown curls, or at least keep them closer to her head. Her lips were shiny and her cheeks were rosy from the cold.
"My goodness!" Caroline exclaimed as she walked onto the stage as well. "Eliza, did you walk here?"
"Well, the hotel is just a few blocks over, and it has finally stopped snowing," Lizzie replied with a shrug. "I figured that wasting my money on a taxi would be pretty stupid. Now, I don't have my own bass. Is there one I can use, or do I need to get Kitty to let me borrow hers?"
"There's one right off stage that you can use," Will informed her, pointing her in the right direction. Lizzie nodded and then followed the direction his finger was pointing.
"She walked here?" Caroline asked incredulously. "Did you see the hem of her jeans? They were caked in at least six inches of mud and snow. And all because she didn't want to waste the money for a taxi…"
"I think that it was considerate of her to walk here," Will replied casually. "I know that I wouldn't want to drive on these roads, it's so icy and all. I don't think walking here was at all as difficult as you think Caroline."
"But in this weather? They're saying there could be another snow storm at any time. I think she was just exhibiting some rather fierce and unladylike form of independence."
"She did it for the music," Will said simply. "I think that is reason enough."
"Would you like it if any of your band members did the same?" Caroline asked pointedly.
"Certainly not," Will replied. "But I think that I would do the same." Caroline stared at him with her mouth gaping open and then turned on her heel and marched off into the wings. Lizzie walked back on carrying the bass and arched an eyebrow as Caroline huffed past. Lizzie thought she rather looked like an injured crow, with her stiff walk and arms flapping as she ranted and raved to herself. The thought made Lizzie giggle and she would have burst out laughing, if Will hadn't reminded her of his presence by clearing his throat. "Are you ready to begin?" he inquired and motioned towards a chair opposite of the one he was sitting on with a music stand in front of it.
"Will, I don't think that we are getting anywhere with this!" Lizzie cried out in frustration and sank back against the chair. Her back and eyes hurt from hours reading music and almost hunching over the unfamiliar instrument. It was one o'clock in the afternoon and they had been working for a little over five hours. The only thing that they had accomplished was giving both of them a migraine.
"Why don't we break for lunch and try again in half an hour?" Will suggested with a sigh. He was getting just as tired as she was and was twice as frustrated. He couldn't believe that Wickham had taken off the night before the concert and it seemed to be a lost cause. There was no way that Lizzie was going to be able to learn all of the songs that they would be playing in just a few hours. The doors would be opening in five hours and people were already lined up outside, hopefully not listening to the frequent outbursts of frustration. "Wait…" Will smiled slowly. "I have an idea!"
"What?" Lizzie sighed as she tossed her hair back over her shoulder. She'd been doing that quite a bit over the last five hours and Will had come to realize that it was a habit that she did whenever she was nervous or frustrated.
"What if we make the music larger and tape it to the stage?" he asked slowly as his eyes swept the stage. "We can scatter it around so that you can move and then change it in between sets."
While he had been talking, Lizzie had set the bass down next to her chair. She slowly processed all that he was saying and then her eyes lit up as he thought aloud. "Will!" she exclaimed happily. "You are a genius!" Lizzie stood up and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Why didn't you think of that three hours ago?"
Will however, was too stunned to answer. The combined scents of Lizzie's hair and perfume were intoxicating and he found himself completely mesmerized by her close proximity. Suddenly they heard someone clear their throat. Lizzie and Will jumped apart and turned to see Jane standing there holding a couple of take out bags with a very amused smile on her face. "Charlie and I thought that you two might appreciate some lunch," she said with a smile. "He's setting everything up back in your dressing room Lizzie." Lizzie gave her sister a quick smile and then almost ran off the stage, her cheeks a bright red that had nothing to do with the cold.
After lunch, Will and Lizzie found a copy machine that they could use and got to work on blowing up the sheet music so that Lizzie could see it while standing up. They got all of the songs for that night blown up, they then got to work taping down all of the songs for the first set. After two hours, they stood back in the wings to admire their accomplishments. "So how about that duet?" Will asked dryly. "Jane and Charlie still want us to do it."
"I've played it a couple of times," Lizzie replied, not looking at him. "It's not too bad I suppose. But do you really think that we'll have time to learn it? We have three hours before the show starts, only two of which we can use to practice."
"I've already got it down," Will smirked. "And Jane told me that you do too."
Lizzie opened her mouth to reply, but found that she couldn't come up with a comeback for once in her life. She always had a slightly sarcastic remark on the tip of her tongue. But for some reason, Will Darcy could leave her speechless. Lizzie hated that he had that power over her. No one had ever left her without a smart remark like he did. She wasn't exactly sure how to react to that. Her father would probably be impressed though. He'd often told Lizzie that one day her quick tongue would get her into trouble.
"Lizzie I don't understand why only you get to play with the band!" Lydia whined as she flopped down on an empty chair in Lizzie's dressing room. "Maybe it's because I am so fat…"
"Lydia will you stop it!" Lizzie snapped. "I have enough on my mind right now. I don't want to hear your complaining!"
"Well, I don't understand why they didn't ask me to play the bass in place of Wickham," Kitty said with a discontented sigh as she flopped down next to Lydia. "I'm the one whole actually plays the bass…"
"If you two don't shut up…" Lizzie began threateningly and raised the hand holding her hairbrush as if to chuck it at her two younger sisters.
"Kitty Lydia, the makeup artist is waiting for you!" Jane called into the dressing room. Lizzie smiled when she saw her sister. Jane had been glowing with happiness for the last week since she had met Charlie. As far as Lizzie was concerned, Jane deserved to be happy. She and Lizzie had pretty much run away from home when they turned eighteen and Jane had worked her way through college while helping Lizzie get started with her music career. She'd never gone on a lot of dates and had only had two boyfriends in her entire life. Lizzie was so glad that Jane was finally living the life that she had always deserved to have.
So, the concert began and everything started off without a hitch. Forget Pride was a big hit and Lizzie almost forgot her nerves over having to play the bass. There was even a great turn out despite the snow. Tickets had almost completely sold out and sales at the product tables were going really well. But then came time for their duet. Lizzie had to admit that she liked the song. But Will's thoughtless words kept ringing in her ears and she couldn't help but have a bad feeling about it.
Jane had the song recorded by musicians back in Nashville and then had it sent to her laptop so Lizzie and Will didn't have to play their instruments. Fitz was still playing the drums though and some how Lydia managed to sneak her way on stage to play her tambourine and dance. Will and Lizzie were down center on the stage and both were holding cordless microphones. Lizzie felt a little weak in the knees when the music started, but she carefully hid it and got the audience clapping along with the music. Then she put the microphone up to her mouth and sang:
"She's been living her dream for the last six years
Now she's about ready to get out of here
She's got nothing to tie her down"
Then it was Will's turn. He couldn't help but marvel over how close the lyrics were to what was really happening in his life. It was as if someone had written the song just for the two of them. It was just a little bit creepy. So then it was time for him to start to sing:
"He's been lonely for way to long
And he tries to express it in every song
Some days he feels like he's gonna drown"
They were both shocked by how well their voices mingled together. Lizzie knew that Jane and Charlie were off in the wings applauding themselves over a job well done. The audience went nuts when they started singing together. Lizzie and Will's eyes locked as they started to sing:
"But maybe they could fall in love
Then forever they'd be each other's just enough
They could have it all for life
If they could just put their pride and prejudice aside"
Lizzie was glad when she could finally tear her eyes away from Will's. She tapped her hand against her thigh to the beat of the music. She knew what words were coming up next, and those lines were the hardest to say. But that was mostly because they were the truest for her anyway. So she sang:
"She knows her tongue is just a little too sharp
But she never dreamed he'd take it all to heart
Besides, it's too late to back down now"
Will especially didn't like his last solo. He couldn't help but wonder what Lizzie was thinking while he sang. For as much as he hated to admit it, Will couldn't deny that he was starting to fall in love with Lizzie. He didn't know why. When they spoke at all, all they did was argue. But he was starting to fall in love with her despite it all. So he started to sing:
"He's been falling in love a little at a time
He keeps thinking 'one day I've gotta make her mine'
He'll get her attention some way some how"
Lizzie almost sighed with relief as they started singing the chorus for the last time. She was so happy it was almost over with. She hadn't exactly hated singing with Will, and they did sound fairly good together. But she was still glad it was almost over. She smiled widely as they started to sing:
"Then maybe they could fall in love
And forever they'd be each other's just enough
They could have it all for life
If they could just put their pride and prejudice aside
But can they put their pride and prejudice aside?"
Will could hear the music fading. They were starting to loose the audience's attention. He knew at least eighty percent of the audience would be talking about how they belonged together and what a cute couple that they made. Well, Will figured he might as will give them a little fuel for the fire and wrapped an arm around Lizzie's waist. He pulled her close to him and pressed his lips against hers. Lizzie stiffened in shock and then melted into his kiss. For a few moments she was able to forget everything except the feel of his lips against hers. But then she remembered who he was and pushed away with as much dignity as she could muster. She didn't want to let the audience know the kiss was unwanted. They were already going to be on the cover of every tabloid.
Lizzie made it through the rest of the concert, her anger slowly simmering beneath the surface. Jane noticed between every set how Lizzie's eyes turned a little browner and her smile became a little faker. But since the audience couldn't tell, Jane wasn't about to say something and risk upsetting Lizzie even more. Finally the concert was over and Lizzie almost ran off the stage. She gave the bass to the nearest techie and stalked off to her dressing room.
"That song is going on the next album," Jane commented as she quietly slipped into her sister's dressing room. Lizzie turned around from where she sat at the vanity and glared at her sister.
"You'll have to find someone else to sing it," Lizzie replied angrily. "Because I am not singing with him again." Jane just shook her head and slipped out of the room. It would be best to leave Lizzie alone for a little while. She was angry and when she was angry, she could be kind of mean. But most of the time she just said things that she didn't mean. Jane would steer people clear of Lizzie's dressing room for a little while. Lizzie would be fine in a few minutes. She just needed a little time to herself.