I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! Basketball just let out and I've been pounded with homework, and I still have DI and soccer...ugh, busy, busy, busy.

Anyway, here it is! Chapter eight! I hope you like it:)

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- Emily

Braid strolled down the streets of Manhattan deep in thought. Now that he had brought it up, Spot seemed very familiar. It was just like he said, she could see herself with someone in the middle of a street, but the face was blurry to her also. It was driving her mad, not knowing for certain whether the figure was Spot or not. Uncertainty was one of her biggest pet peeves.

She found herself outside of Medda's theatre.

Well, maybe I can hang around in here for a bit. She thought. After her encounter with Medda, she seemed like a nice person. She definitely knew how to welcome up a room. Braid walked up the steps and opened the front door, slipping inside. The door closed with a thud as Braid made her way deeper into the theatre. The theatre seemed to be vacant. The quiet of the room made Braid feel at peace, as if all the worries that had filled her had suddenly disappeared. She sat down in one of the seats in the back and closed her eyes. She let the silence overcome her until she was she felt she could fly. She imagined the pale blue color of the afternoon skied, and the fluffy white clouds that would engulf her as she soared above all the people of the big city.

"Hello? Who's there?" A voice called out, shaking Braid out of her thoughts. She shot to her feet, turned to see Medda standing in, shockingly, simple attire- a plain blue skirt and a white blouse.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry Miss. Medda. I know I shouldn't be here." Braid said. Medda chuckled.

"No, it's okay. Your welcome here any time. Those boys finally drive you crazy?" She asked, walking over and sitting in the seat next to Braids. Braid sat back down.

"I guess. Do they ever quiet down?" She asked. Medda smiled.

"Nope. They're newsboys, always rowdy. However, I don't think that's why you came here. So, tell me. What's on your mind?" Medda asked. Braid shifted in her seat.

"It's no big deal." She said. Medda laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Well, if your thinking about it, then it must be at least some what important." Braid bit her bottom lip, then sighed.

"Okay, it's Spot."

"Always is, isn't it?" Medda mumbled, making Braid giggle.

"Probably, he is just so demanding! Not just that, but I feel like I know him from somewhere. I can see a picture in my mind, but the face is blurry. He says he knows me from somewhere, but neither of us can remember." Medda nodded.

"Well, maybe you do know him from somewhere. Maybe you were just to little to remember clearly." Braid thought about this.

"Or maybe, your brain is just tricking you. Maybe Spot thinks he remembers knowing you, and sine he told you that your mind was tricked into thinking that about him." Braid let that sink in and nodded slowly.

"It makes sense. Thanks, Medda." She said. Medda stood up and smiled.

"Of course. I'm always here if you need to talk. I wouldn't want to leave you at the mercy of those boys all the time. Now, while your here, why don't I show you a new song I've been working on?" She offered her hand to Braid, who took it and stood up.

"Okay." Medda led her down the aisle to the steps and took her onto the stage. It was beautiful standing center stage and looking out into where the audience would be. The lights flickered onto the stage and Medda walked over and set her hands on Braid's shoulders.

"It's amazing, isn't it? Think about it, I get to see this almost every night. It never gets old." Medda walked over to the shiny piano and sat down. Braid stood and leaned on the side of the piano. Medda began to play and opened her mouth to sing,

"There was a time when I flew higher,
Was a time the wild girl running free
Would be me.
Now I see her feel the fire,
Now I know she needs me
There to share
I'm nowhere.

All these blank and tranquil years
Seems they've dried up all my tears.
And while she runs free and fast,
Seems my wild days are past.

But I miss the mountains.
I miss the dizzy heights.
All the manic, magic days,
And the dark, depressing nights.

I miss the mountains,
I miss the highs and lows,
All the climbing, all the falling,
All the while the wild wind blows,
Stinging you with snow
And soaking you with rain
I miss the mountains,
I miss the pain.

Mountains make you crazy
Here it's safe and sound.
My mind is somewhere hazy
My feet are on the ground.

Everything is balanced here
And on an even keel.
Everything is perfect
Nothing's real...
Nothing's real.

And I miss the mountains.
I, I miss the lonely climb.
Wand'ring through the wilderness.
And spending all my time
Where the air is clear
And cuts you like a knife
I miss the mountains...
I miss the mountains...
I miss my life.
I miss my life."

(I Miss The Mountains -Next to Normal. Look it up, it really is a beautiful song)

Medda sang the last note and Braid listened as it faded into the theatre. Medda looked up at her smiling with tears in her eyes.

"This song gets me every time." Medda said, wiping her eyes dry.

"It is really beautiful." Braid said. Medda smiled.

"I'm glad you think so. Now, you should probably get going. Jack is probably getting worried." Braid looked out of the window to her right, and was surprised to see that the sun had already set. Had she really been here that long.

"Oh! I didn't even notice what time it was! Thank you, Medda. For letting me talk and for playing the song." Medda stood up and gave Braid a hug.

"Any time. You just drop by here any time you want, understand?" Braid smiled and nodded. She turned around and walked up to the door. Just as she was about to open it she paused.

"Medda? Do you think you could teach me that song?" She asked.

"Really? The shy girl who came here last night wants me to teach her how to sing?" Medda said. Braid nodded.

"Of course. Why don't you come over tomorrow night after the show?" Medda said. Braid smiled brightly.

"Thank you so much, Medda!" She said, opening the door.

"You know, music is a great way to express how you feel. It has it's own way of communication." Medda said. Braid thought about that.

"I like that. That should be a motto." Braid opened the door wider and stepped out in to the cool night.

That's it! I hope you guys liked it:) So, what do you think of Braid? Is she coming more out of her shell?

Thanks guys! Review, please:)

- Emily