Hey, people, I'm so very sorry for letting you wait this long once again, but I just didn't find the time. After I came back from my holidays in Italy (which were great, by the way, not counting the five of the ten days I was seriously sick and had to stay in bed while the others were outside in the sun), I had so much to organize for my going back to school. Finally I'm in year 11!!! Just three more years and then I'm going to be finished! That's so awesome!

Anyways, when I started school again two weeks ago, it was so hectic that I just couldn't find the time to immerse myself into FFN all that much, therefore no update. And then, when I had just decided to update yesterday, I had to have P.E. in school. And guess what? Yep, I've managed to get my ring finger sprained. And typing without a ring finger is kind of hard. But I guess that I'll have more time this year for my stories, considering that I don't like my current English teacher, because she doesn't demand anything from us and I'll have to see that my English doesn't rust. So, I'll more than likely throw myself into my stories on here. And perhaps I'll finally get the last chapter of FBH finished and posted. Sorry to those who are still waiting for it.

Now, after you've waited for so long, I won't talk on any longer than I have to: I present to you the sixth chapter of this story – No help in eyeshot. Please leave a review after you've read this chapter, it might get me to work faster on FBH and on new stories :)

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Zoe who sent a message to me a few days ago after months of no contact. You don't know how thankful I am to you for doing that. I really missed you!

Disclaimer: This is a derivate piece of fiction featuring characters copyrighted and trademarked by Disney Enterprises Inc. It is based upon High School Musical, copyright 2006 by Walt Disney Enterprises Inc., all rights reserved; and High School Musical 2, copyright 2007 by Walt Disney Enterprises Inc., all rights reserved and High School Musical 3, copyright 2008 by Walt Disney Enterprises Inc., all rights reserved. The author is not connected with nor is this work authorised by Walt Disney Enterprises Inc., or any other motion picture studios. This work is solely intended for posting on Fanfiction, for the benefit and enjoyment of its intended audience. No commercial or financial benefit accrues or is intended to accrue to the author as a result of said posting. Any unauthorised copying or redistribution of this work might subject the party responsible for such unauthorized copying or redistribution to legal action by the owners of the aforementioned copyrights and trademarks.

Recap of the last chapter:

The rest was drowned out by his ears, not wanting to hear any more. She had actually chosen the dance they had made the choreography to. And there was no doubt that she intended on using the same steps. He could already imagine her trying to cut the lifting figures out and still making it an impressive dance. His blood began to boil.

He had never wanted to hear that song again. And he had never expected to have to, especially played by her. Of course, he knew that she probably knew that he'd be touchy about it and that he'd be damn angry. And it was a fact that they both tried everything to piss the other one off.

But whatever had happened between them – he would have never thought that she would use something that had been once this meaningful to them for a damn contest. And especially since she and Amber had put him as the prize.

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Chapter Six – No help in eyeshot

Troy still stood frozen in his place. He was feeling like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest, thrown it to the floor and stamped around on it while he was watching. He was feeling like someone had stabbed him from behind and turned the knife around, just to let him feel even more pain. He was feeling like someone had died, someone he had known very well, and like all hope was lost. To shorten it: He was feeling as if he would be crying any moment.

But that was impossible. Crying in front of the basketball team? In front of the dancing squad? In front of Gabriella? No way. And he wouldn't even have an apparent reason to name. What would he have to say? I'm just feeling way too emotional over a song that was once one of my favourite songs and mine and Gabriella's song as we were a couple? I can't stand hearing it anymore? Why? I don't know, might just be that I actually was hurt by our break-up? That I don't like us being enemies? That I secretly wish we were back together?

At that point his mind stopped thinking. No way! No freaking way that he had just thought that. That was crap. Of course, he didn't like them being enemies. Who the hell liked being enemies with anyone? Especially if the ones had a fairly good chance of winning nearly every fight you had with them? But that didn't mean that he'd like for them to be back together. That was more than rubbish - that was bullshit. After all, Gabriella had made more than clear that she wanted nothing to do with him.

Banning this kind of thoughts from his mind, he desperately shook his head, trying to not hear the music, but after thirty seconds he gave up. It was impossible to do so, as the music was so load, you could possibly hear it from outside the gym. "Troy?!" He raised his head, just to look directly into Chad's face, only millimetres away from his. "Woah!" Shocked, Troy jumped back, not prepared to be this near to anyone. "Chad! What the hell was that?!" Chad just shrugged and defended himself: "What? You looked like you were anything but in here, captain."

Troy swallowed hard, before gaining back his ability of speaking. "Yeah, sorry, kind of spaced out there for a moment." Chad shot him a questioning look. "For a moment? You were out of it for about two or so minutes!" That took Troy by surprise. That wasn't really possible, was it now? He had just thought about… No, no, no. Not that again.

Not wanting to explain anything further, he drifted away from the topic. "Well, anyways, let's just get this game started again, shall we?" Chad gave him a bright smile of his, not even questioning why he had stopped the game first place. "What kind of question is that, mate?" And though not really happy, Troy managed to give a little smile back. That was when he noticed that the music was out.

Curious, he turned around and watched the girls of the squad forming a circle around Gabriella, ready to hear about the steps. Troy snorted. He remembered each and every one of them and he was sure that it was impossible to leave the boy's part out. The dance would loose all of its perfection; that he was sure about. And he was right, only the girls didn't know already.

*

In the meantime, Gabriella was putting a great afford in the task to cut the lifting figures and the boy's part out. The dance playing in her mind, she couldn't help to get Troy's and her face in her head, relieving the moments they had danced together - to this song. And that didn't exactly help her with her task. "Gabriella?" Becky had taken a few steps forward and waggled her hand in front of Gabriella's face. "Still there?"

Startled, the brunette raised her head and hurried to assure that everything was perfect and she was still there. She turned around and showed some papers, having written the steps down. "We just need to leave out the lifting figures, and then everything will be perfect.", she ensured, not completely convinced herself. "You think?", Sharpay whispered to her, having come to a stand directly behind her. "Then please explain why Troy is starring over here intensely and trying not to look like he's going to kill you any minute?"

Gabriella got frightened. Damn, she hadn't thought about the fact that they were sharing the gym today. Closing her eyes, she bit her lower lip. Of course Troy would look like being ready to kill her. What had she been thinking? That he wouldn't understand it as a provocation? Why the hell hadn't she thought about that before? Casting one short look at Troy showed her that he wasn't just ready to kill her, for a minimal moment it looked like he was going to actually come over and do it.

But… why the heck? He had betrayed their relationship; he had clearly shown that he didn't care about anything that had played a role in it, so why would he care about the song? Gabriella didn't know, but it did definitely seem like he did care. And that's what confused her most. As they locked eyes, Gabriella couldn't make out anything, she just noticed that his eyes had turned a darker blue than usual. A clear sign for him being either angry or upset.

But the moment Troy noticed that he was directly starring into Gabriella's brown eyes, he turned his head away and blow the starting whistle. Not prepared for any of his actions, the whole team had gone out of their positions, which they now were trying to take in as fast as possible. As the game started, Gabriella gave up thinking about Troy's behaviour and turned around to her squad. "Okay, enough of the starring at the boys, ", she noticed Becky grin mischievously and threw her a feigned dark look, "let's get started with this choreography. Everybody in basic array and then you look at Taylor, Sharpay and me. We already know the routine and you can look how the steps have to work out in the end. Just do what you think you can perform and if you don't understand all steps, don't worry, we'll just have to work with that."

She turned to Sharpay and Taylor and told them to leave out all the lifting figures, and instead perform some of the more common steps. They nodded with smiles on their face, having already forgotten Troy's strange behaviour. Hesitating, Gabriella slowly made her way to the stereo equipment and threw a look at her former boyfriend. But she didn't need to worry: Troy seemed to be completely caught up in the game. So she just shrugged her shoulders and let the music start again, running to her own position to begin with the dancing.

*

Ten minutes later, Gabriella was feeling like she was near a nervous break-down. It was unbelievable. She had known that it was only the perfect dance with partner, but what she hadn't known was that it would be a complete mess without any boy. But that's what it was: a complete mess. The dance was nothing without boys and that would even be noticed by some complete layman.

And it had been noticed, not only by the dancing squad. Being slightly distracted by the dancing girls, a few basketball players hadn't paid attention to where they had been going. The catastrophic consequences were that about five of them had crashed into each other, falling to the ground. The penalty wasn't pretty. Three sprained ankles and one injured wrist: it was a disaster.

Enervated, Troy had blown the whistle once again and had sent them to the school's nurse, but not without lecturing them more than harshly first. Being unable to play any further, he had called practice off for this day, with the result that his team players didn't go home, but sat on the bleachers to watch the girls. Not actually feeling like doing the same, Troy had wanted to vanish into the guys' locker-room, but Chad had practically forced him to watch the girls.

And now there he was, watching Gabriella struggling with the difficulties of getting the dance going… and grinning viciously. He knew that the dance looked more than lame; sure, it still had part of its liveliness and strong movements, but it was lacking the certain spark that made it something special. And he was sure a few others had noticed it, too. At least the ones that didn't only stare at the girls' furnishing. It wasn't that hard to become aware of the fact that the girls were missing out on beats and such… it just wasn't a finished dance without boys. And Troy wasn't exactly disappointed about that.

*

Gabriella in the meantime was feeling like she was backed up against a wall. A very solid wall, indeed. And in front of her stood a very nastily grinning Amber, taunting her about the loss of the contest. Sometimes Gabriella wished she didn't have such a good imaginary. Because seeing Amber laughing about her wasn't a very pretty sight. And there was no way Gabriella was going to let that happen in reality.

"Stop!", she shouted loudly to her squad and ran over to the boxes to turn the music of. Finally having the calm of the gym back, the dance captain eventually noticed that the boys weren't playing basketball any longer, instead they were watching them. And a good five of them looked at her with a look that you could only call pitying. And one… was looking like he would break out in laughing fits any minute.

Troy! Reclusively his look was enough to throw her over the edge. Shooting him a look of poor hatred, she swirled around and stomped ostentatiously over to her girls. Taking a deep breath, she said, trying to collect herself,: "Okay, guys, I dare say that you all have noticed that this dance is the greatest catastrophe I've ever seen on a dance floor." She let her gaze glide through the gym and not only the girls were nodding, the boys that had been attentive also assented.

Gabriella nodded, sad and desperate together, not wanting to believe that it actually was that bad. "Then we've got a big, big problem.", she stated, trying to hold a calm façade upright, which went downhill, as she felt a hot breath hit her neck. Her eyes widening, Gabriella saw many of the girls looking surprised or shocked and she herself didn't feel any different with the only major difference that she didn't know who was standing behind her. But she could imagine it very well as she saw the faces of Sharpay and Taylor.

Turning around as slowly as possible, her breath nearly hitched in her throat as she found herself standing just centimetres away from Troy. His blue eyes sparkled dangerously and amused, and his mouth was warped into a big grin. Not good. Not even having the chance to brace up for the mockery that was to come, Gabriella just stood frozen in her place, starring into his hypnotizing eyes. "What the hell was that, Montez? Stork dancing? I must say: Really interesting, but maybe you should try it with a little bit more grace and less stiffness, otherwise you'll not even get the votes from the love-struck, blind boys like Brandon!"

Even though he was laughing on the inside, his voice stayed monotone, just because he knew that it would be the one thing Gabriella couldn't stand the most. She hated when someone didn't show their emotions and especially in a fight or relationship. With such things you could really piss her off. And he was right, as usual. Gabriella was already seething, was it because of the not showing his emotions or because of the mentioning of Brandon, she didn't even know herself. And she knew very well that the boy in front of her was only staying this monotone, because he knew it would anger her.

Endeavouring herself after staying calm, Gabriella agglomerated her fists, pressing through her teeth: "That's none of your business, is it now, Bolton? Just stay out of the things you don't have to care about, alright? And if you would excuse me now, I've got something better to do than standing here and arguing with you about nothing." Troy just grinned. "Oh, really?" He made three steps forward, forcing Gabriella to take four backwards. "What exactly? If you'd please explain precisely? But of course, only if you don't mind", he teased her, beginning to grin, but once again making steps forward.

Nobody else in the gym dared to move, all eyes were directed to Troy and Gabriella and the act that was developing right in front of them. It was like they were all audience in a play, of that nobody knew how the progression was and how it ended. What was only adding to the tension that was bottling up in the air. And for a while nobody, not even Troy nor Gabriella, spoke, everyone awaited what was to come, Troy still going forward, Gabriella giving way with every step backwards.

It was so silent that the brunette didn't even dare to cry out, being surprised as her back hit the wall of the gym. The plonk was loud, and Troy smiled triumphantly. Now he had her exactly where he wanted her to be. Backed up against the wall, but this time not only in his imagination, but in reality. But still he didn't stop where he was, he went further until their bodies nearly touched. Gabriella, fearing what was he up to, swallowed hard, trying to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. Troy slowly raised his hand, as though he wanted to stroke her cheek. The whole gym breathed in, utterly stunned by their golden boy's actions.

Gabriella couldn't believe it. His hand neared her face and her mind was racing. What was he doing there? He couldn't, her certainly wouldn't… it was not possible… in no way, no case… Closing her eyes, she half waited for his hand to touch her face, half hoped that he would miss and do something else with it. There was only one thing she was sure about right now and that was that he wouldn't slap her. Troy wasn't one to slap girls. But he also wasn't one to be gentle to his ex-girlfriend.

Baamm! The bang was overly loud, since he came from directly next to her ear. Troy had slammed his hand against the wall, not once thinking about stroking or even touching Gabriella's face. He had assumed that she would believe something like that and he was satisfied that he had been right. Shrieking as his hand hit the wall, Gabriella jumped a little, hitting the wall with her head in the progress. For a short moment, concern flashed in Troy's eyes, but that was gone just as fast as it had appeared.

Instead, his other hand hit the wall also, but this time Gabriella wasn't surprised. She had known that it was coming ever since he had slammed his first hand. He had planned it from the very beginning, planned to cage her in and make her feel uncomfortable. Too bad that it was working. She did feel fractious and in a way it was shocking that he was having that affect on her. Because she didn't feel uncomfortable because he was that near, she felt uncomfortable because she knew that this was the way he had always backed her up against the wall, right before they had started a heated make-out session. And she knew that it was impossible to ever go back to those times.

Slowly, her heartbeat went back to normal speed and she dared opening her eyes again. She looked directly into his which were a mixture of amusement, cockiness and … confusion? No, that was feeblemindedness. Why would Troy be confused? Exactly, no reason. Tearing her look away from his intense gaze, she looked left and right to his hands that caged her in and then straight to Sharpay, who was standing two or three feet away. Help me! Gabriella's look was speaking for itself, but Shar didn't seem to get the hint. Desperate, Gabriella let her gaze wonder over to the bleachers, where she had seen Chad only minutes ago. Only that he wasn't sitting there anymore, he and Zeke had made their way over to the girls the instant they had noticed that Troy had left his place and gone down on the basketball court.

Now he was standing near Taylor and she tried to send him a help-seeking look, but Troy already occupied her mind once again. "What's up? Have you swallowed your tongue? I asked what you had to do that is better than arguing with me." His condescending voice was too much. "Damn it, Troy, just let me go and leave me alone, are we clear?", she shouted, enervated by his persistent tries to piss her off. It was only seconds later that she realized what she had said.

She could have let loose a bomb and she wouldn't have caused more of a bombshell. The moment she had talked, the erstwhile silent gym had erupted with whispers and shrieks and everyone was starring at the dancing squad captain in shock. It had been so long, so freaking long and now they had been witnesses of something they would never have dared to even dream of.

As she had finished her sentence, Troy had let his arms fall by his side, and now he was standing completely motionless, not daring to believe what he had actually heard. She hadn't, she couldn't, she wouldn't… Yes, she had. She had called him by his first name. She had called him by his first name for the first time in nearly two years. That definitely was a wonder. If that wasn't one, Troy didn't know what was. Now the two ex-lovers were starring deeply into each other's eyes; both trying to handle what had just been said.

After two minutes, Gabriella shook her head and banged it backwards against the wall. How could she have called him by his first name? She had made a vow all those times ago that she would never do it again and from then on it had been like an unwritten norm that they called each other by their last names as a sign of their loathing. And now she hadn't danced to that tune. What did that mean? It definitely didn't mean that she didn't hate Troy anymore, but she didn't know how he would work that up.

But she also didn't want to know and therefore she was thankful as finally their friends intervened. With few quick steps, Taylor and Sharpay were on her side; Chad had made his way over to Troy and grabbed his arm. "Okay, guys, end of the show. Nothing to see here, please just continue walking." If it hadn't been that damn serious, Gabriella would have laughed. Chad had definitely seen to many crime thrillers. Taylor wasn't that taken with the situation, she hit Chad on the back of his head. "Owww!" the boy exclaimed, rubbing up and down with his hand. "Why do you always hit me?" His girlfriend raised her eyebrows. "I wouldn't have to, if you were just a little bit more mature sometimes, Chad!"

Sharpay couldn't help but laugh. Taylor threw her a dark look. "That may seem to be funny, Shar. But just as long as you don't have to put up with him every day!" Gabriella doubted that it was the right moment to ask her why she did put up with it. After all, Troy was still standing not even one metre away. But that changed, as Chad once again pulled on Troy's sleeve and brought him to follow his lead outside the gym. Casting one last look over his shoulder, he caught sight of a very confused looking Gabriella. So she hadn't planned on calling him Troy. That made the situation a lot easier. He wouldn't have known what to do, if she had intended on doing it.

*

Two periods later, Gabriella was sitting in the library, waiting for Chris to arrive. After Troy had vanished and Gabriella had managed to get a little bit more calmness into her squad and the remaining basketball players – which hadn't been a walk in the park -, the dancing squad had decided that it was useless to dance the choreography without boys and that there wasn't enough time left to make up a new one. So they had deliberated about what to do and finally decided on asking the baseball team for help.

It was common knowledge that the dependant members of the team were strong and well-trained and that they definitely would be strong enough to do the lifting figures. And in Gabriella's opinion everybody was capable of moving to a certain rhythm, so it was a decided matter. And as a result, she had texted Chris as soon she had gotten a hold of her cell phone. And now there she was, waiting for him to show up in the library.

Impatient, she looked at her watch for the third time in five minutes. He was late, and usually he was never late, especially if he had promised to come as soon and fast as possible. Anxious, she tapped her fingers on her desk, wishing that Chris would get a move on. This was important and she really hoped that the baseball team would be pleased to help out, otherwise she would be sunk. If the baseball team couldn't help them… Gabriella didn't want to think about that.

Just as she was about to look at her watch for the fourth time, Chris stumbled into the library, looking soaked with sweat and wiped out. Cocking an eyebrow, Gabriella regarded him carefully, before asking: "What's happened to you? You look kinda … awful!" Chris darted a feigned malignant glance and growled: "I want to see you after two hours of stressing baseball training, and then we can speak again about that one, okay?" Gabriella just smiled. Both of them knew that she would never even lay a hand on a baseball bat, much less go through training.

"But you could have taken a shower at least, before you came here. Never heard of that?", she teased him friendly. He shot her glance. "You wanted me to come as soon as possible, am I correct? And here I am, so?" Gabriella acknowledged defeat: "Point taken." Chris beamed. "Okay, now, why did you want me to come here?" Gabriella sighed. "That's the problem. I bet you've heard about the contest between Amber and me?" She didn't even wait for an answer, figuring that he did. After all, the news had gone round the entire school only five minutes after she had agreed.

"Problem is, we have a completed dance, but it is nothing without any boys. We just can't find a way to leave all the lifting figures and the couple dance parts out." She looked at Chris expectantly, but he didn't seem to catch the hint. "Uhh, and what's that to do with me?" Gabriella shook her head resigned. Sometimes he was really slow. "We wanted to ask you and your team if you would take over the part of the men?" She hopefully looked upon him and met his shocked gaze. Uh oh, that didn't look too good.

"You want me… us to take part in your dance? You're kidding, right? You're not serious about that. Please tell me you're not." The very thought of it made him terrified. "You know that I've got absolutely no feeling for rhythms. And I somehow doubt that the others have more of that than me. We're not really musically, that's the reason we picked baseball, you know?" Sensing that pleading wouldn't get her anywhere, Gabriella took to pouting. "Please, Chris, we could at least try it! For me, yeah?" She bashed her eyelashes, knowing that Chris couldn't resist that. He adored her, not as a boy who wanted more, but in a brotherly way.

But this time, she definitely had no chance. "I'm sorry, Gaby, but I can't, we can't. Baseball season has started and we really don't have time for anything but playing baseball. I'm so, so sorry." He didn't look really sorry, more relieved, but Gabriella knew that he was sorry. Not for the fact that he wouldn't have to dance, but for the fact that she had no dance partners for her squad. She buried her face in her hands. This was hopeless. Where should she take boys from that could do lifting figures and the dancing parts of the men?

Chris sensed her distress, but didn't know how to cheer her up. All that could help her was an answer for her problem. His face became kind of thoughtful, as he tried to think about another solution. "What about the basketball team? If I recall correctly, they don't have a game before four weeks from now. Maybe they could help you out?" Gabriella's head shot up. "Have you gone nuts? No way! Don't you remember that Bolton is the captain of the basketball team? In no case I would ask him for help. And even if I would, he wouldn't help me; that's as safe as the Bank of England!"

Her whole attitude spoke volumes and Chris shouted mentally at himself. How could he have been that stupid? He should have thought about that. "Any nasty encounters lately?", he asked tentatively, not wanting to stress her more as she already was. Bad tactic. Gabriella flared up as soon as his question fell from his mouth. "This morning. I swear that boy is on a mission to piss me off as much as possible. He just can't leave me alone, can he?" Telling him the whole story, her mood decreased to minus six on a scale from null to ten.

"You called him Troy?" Chris asked astonished at the end of the story. "You actually called him by his first name? Wow, never thought of that one. You sure you did that?" Gabriella glared at him. "Do you think I'm dumb? Of course I'm sure; the entire gym fell silent afterwards!" Once again, she buried her face in her hands, groaning. Chris observed her pitiful. He knew that it wasn't easy for her to stand up to Troy every day. Sighing, he engulfed her in a hug and rested his head on top of hers.

*

"My goose is cooked!" Gabriella couldn't believe it. Why the hell was fate that cruel? Now her last chance of beating Amber in this damn contest was gone and she didn't have a back-up plan. Pacing up and down the gym, to which she had returned after being calmed down by Chris, she shook her head, watched by Taylor and Sharpay, who regarded their best friend worriedly. They had never seen her so distraught.

"You've gotta see the good things in life! At least, we don't have to put up with Brandon now. Just imagine what would go on here if he'd be with you more than five minutes. It would end in a big mess, believe me." Sharpay tried to comfort her, but it didn't work. "I would have put up with anybody, if that meant beating Amber as a result! Well, that means anybody besides Bolton, of course. Before I ask him for help, I rather go down in shame, really."

Taylor shot her a curious look. "How did you come up with Troy now? I personally wouldn't even have thought about asking the basketball team. Interesting, really." Gabriella shook her head with force. "No, not the least bit interesting. That's totally out of the question. It's Bolton we're talking about!" Sharpay and Taylor exchanged a small smile. If they weren't mistaken, they both were thinking the same at the moment. "Uh, Gaby, would you please excuse us? We've got somewhere to be!" Hurriedly, both of them excused themselves and made a run for the door.

Gabriella looked after them, shaking her head in confusion. That was more than just strange. "And what's with the dance?", she shouted after them, half awaiting that nobody would answer. But to her surprise, Taylor found the time to look back and shout: "You'll see, there's a solution for everything!" Laughing, she escaped through the door, through which Sharpay had already vanished. Alright, now it was official. Taylor had lost her mind. Gabriella rolled her eyes and let her shoulders fall down. What should she do now? Slowly she made her way to the door, but changed her mind, her hand resting on the door handle.

Letting herself sink to the floor, sliding along the door in the process, Gabriella put her head in her face, desperately trying not to completely break down. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Dancing without boys would be a catastrophe, dancing with the boys from the baseball team was out of the question. And there wasn't any other solution, was there? Gabriella shook her head upset, not aware of the piercing, blue eyes that watched her from the other side of the gym.

Sooo, who can guess who's watching her? It's not that hard really, is it? I suppose we all know it. Thanks for reading this chapter and for putting up with my taking my time and having patience. And an even bigger thanks to those who'll press that big button down there and leave a review, because they seriously make my day.

And a little note to Nicole, Kris and Zoe: I'm so, so sorry for being this horrible with responding to you, but my finger's hurting like hell right now and I'm glad I even got this finished. Typing is not as hard as hand-writing, but it still hurts and I already also did my homework on my computer, so my pain tolerance for today is exhausted. I'll try to write to all three of you tomorrow and thanks for not losing your patience and hitting me virtually… Luv ya all.

xoxo

Lena