Chapter Two:

I woke up suddenly, sitting upright on the small leather couch someone had set me on. My eyes scanned the room, searching for trouble. Once my eyes registered nothing wrong, my heartbeat calmed slightly. I still didn't know where I was, or how I got there.

"Oh, your awake." A female voice said behind me. I jumped up and faced her, my body set in defense mode. She has an asian look to her. Her left eyebrow raised at my position, but she didn't move to attack or anything. She wasn't the crazy one here.

In her hands was a tray with a glass of water and a sandwich on it. She set it on the side table calmly.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up. You've been taking over my couch for hours now." She said her voice annoyed. I snorted.

"Well I'm sorry I couldn't just leave at your wish. Now if you don't mind saying as much, who are you?" She sighed.

"My name is Amanda. you are Lara. Yes I know who you are and what you do. Though I am not a fan. Listening to music is not much a a hobby of mine. Much less crappy music."

My eyebrows narrowed. "Really? Wow, good to know." I said sarcasticly.

"Now, do you mind telling me how I got here?"

She shrugged. "Sam brought you here." She answered reffering to my manager. Just then the front door opened, and what do you know? In came Sam. Totaly cliche.

"Oh, Lara. I'm glad your up and walking. You gave me quite a scare there." He said, a light smile on his face.

"Yeah, hi.." I answered totaly enthusiastic. "Um, but where are we?" I asked after a moment. Amanda rolled her eyes and walked back into what I thought was the kitchen. Sam sat next to me.

"We're in my house Lara." He answered simply.

"This is your house?" I asked shocked. Amanda had said this was her couch..

"Who exactly is Amanda?" I asked my eyes narrowing. His eyes were confused, and completely shocked.

"Amanda? How do you know about her?" He asked his voice barely a whisper.

"Amanda died four years ago.. I've never told any of my clients or caleages." He said his eyes narrowing as well.

My mouth opened for a moment to answer, in my normal way. Then what he said kicked in.

"Dead?" I asked, my own voice barley audible. He nodded, still staring me down. He had every right to. I'd just claimed to know a dead person, whom I'd just met. No answer would come. My mind went blank.

Sam could tell I was as utterly shocked as he was. Though obviously he was shocked cause I'd just mentioned his dead- what was she to him? I didn't know. I was shocked because my kind hasn't been known to see the dead for over a millenia. Yet I just did. How could I explain that to him.

"Oh uh yeah... I know becuase I just met two minutes ago. Nice lady. Sorta."

Yeah, I couldn't see that working. So instead I said:

"Uh... rumors. Just kinda... Poped into my head." Lame. All he said was;

"Oh. Well that makes sence. I guess." He said this, though we both knew he was lying.

We both sat there, in this akward moment, debating on what to say. Finaly he stood and held his hand out to me, a smile on his face. I took it, a curious look on my face. He pulled me off of the couch and hugged me. Suprised, it took me a moment before I returned the hug.

"Why so happy suddenly?" I asked, my voice laughing. I felt him shrug.

"Oh I don't know. My star client randomly faints during a recording session, and now she's up and walking, perfectly okay." He pulled back to look at me.

"We hope. I mean, you are okay right?"

I nodded. "Of course. I mean, I'll live. No biggie." I plastered a smile on my face, as I lied through my teeth. He bought it.

"Good. Cause you have a small concert next week. Better start writting that new song you promised."

"Whoa, what?"