I'll go down in history (or up in flames) by Sparks will fly

"Hey Eli, I'm sorry I missed your concert yesterday. Call me back. Love you." I sighed and clicked the call button on my phone. I exhaled slowly as it went to voicemail.

"Hi love, it's cool. Call me back? I love you more."

"Eli!" my manager yelled my name from the curtains.

"What?"

"You have an autographing session. Let's go!"

"Adam, I need to talk to Clare. We haven't talked in a really long time. Can't we postpone it or something?" Adam slowly shook his head.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, and I'm not, Clare was the one who made you pursue this career. I'm sure she'll understand. If we don't get going we will have a mob of angry, hormonal teenage girls on our hands."

I sighed as my bodyguard led me out of the venue. I looked at all the teenage girls and stopped dead in my tracks. Was that…? I blinked again. Nope. God, now I'm seeing her! I pulled out my phone and shot her a text.

'Hey Clare. Please call me. I can't stand not hearing your voice. I love ya.'

"Eli!" Adam yelled again.

I quickly went to the pull out table and started signing autographs. I sighed. I know Clare is mad. All these girls who say they love me, and she feels intimidated. I sighed.

"It's me. Pick up. It's me. Elijah, you better pick up, NOW!" Clare's ringtone that she had recorded blasted out of my phone. I nodded at Adam who told the crowd to hold on for a second.

"Eli... I can't do this." Clare's voice rang through the speaker on my phone. Did I just hear her right? What… I can't breathe.

"Clare! Please… can we talk about it?"

"No, Eli. No we can't. Do you know what I got today?"

"Uhh…no?" I said questioningly.

"Eli, today I got a death threat. From your 'biggest fan' Said she'd kill me if I didn't break up with you. I'm really happy for all this fame you're getting… but I can't compete with all these girls who are so much prettier than me. I can't… I'm sorry." She hung up. She freaking hung up. I just stood there motionless. This. Can't. Be. Happening. Without Clare, I'm nothing. Nothing. She helped me through so much. I slowly fell to the ground, my world spinning.

"Dude. There are some freaking scary angry girls out there…" Adam started, walking up to me. He realized he wasn't talking to me. He looked down, to see me on the floor, coiled up.

"Dude… I'm scared. What happened?" Adam asked, confused.

"She…she…" I couldn't get the words out. Tears started to well up in my eyes and I softly sang the song that me and Clare wrote together. My eyes were wide.

"Umm… dude? I'll-I'll just go tell them it's off. Get in the limo." Ignoring Adam I stayed there on the ground.

I heard a bunch of girls start screaming my name, protesting. I felt anger course through my veins. Without hesitation, I got up and ran up to the crowd.

"Which one of you is my biggest fan? REAL biggest fan?" I asked. A bunch of girls raised their hands excitedly.

"Okay. If your honest with me, I'll give you my scarf. Which one of you would kill my girlfriend?" A bunch of hands went down. Except 3.

"Which one of you gave my girl a death threat today?" 2 hands went down.

A blonde bimbo with a too-tight top and too-short skirt sheepishly stepped forward. I quickly handed her my scarf (I keep my promises.)

"You ruined my relationship." I said through clenched teeth. She shrugged and leaned forward, trying to kiss me. I ran off, tears in my eyes.

I ran to the nearest park. I sat down under one of the trees and started writing. The only thing I know how to get my emotions out. Satisfied, I got up. I felt numb. I called Adam and he brought the limo for me. I got in and realized I had a concert tonight.

"Where to, Mr. Goldsworthy?" My chauffer asked.

"The venue." I sighed. I had to do this. Maybe she'll see the concert. Maybe she'll listen. Maybe she'll be mine again. Yeah, and maybe pigs will fly. I thought bitterly.

When I got there, Adam was already talking to the band.

"Okay, guys. Eli's… well, to be quite honest, he looks like hell and he's probably gonna sound like it to. So just pretend like it's cool. Got it?"

"Adam!" I yelled. He jumped and ran over to me.

"Eli! How are you? Feeling better? Do you want to cancel the show?" I sigh.

"No, Adam. Just-just make sure Fiona gets Clare to watch tonight. She has to. Please." I ask.

"Sure, man. I'll hit up my girl right now." Adam walks away.

The concert starts and I sigh. It's now or never.

"Hey, so today I'm doing something a little different. This is for my girl, Clare Diane Edwards. I love her. And this is a song I wrote today. I hope you like it. And I hope she does too.

"Here's to you. I never meant to make you feel like you were being left behind, 'cause all these years you've made me who I am. This songs for you, it's time for me to take everything you've taught me. I know this isn't what you wanted. I know, but you'll never say I'm wrong. I know, this isn't what you wanted. But you'll never say I'm wrong. If we're going down, we're going down in style. I'll remember your face for a thousand miles away. Don't forget me. Don't forget me when I'm gone, and I hope you don't go wrong. Here's one more verse Clare, thanks for everything. I hope you can wait for me. This time around it means more than you could ever know. I think I can make it on my own, but you remind me that I'm not alone. I think I can make it on my own. I think I can make it on my own. On my own, but you remind me that I'm not alone. I think I can make it on my own, but I don't want to."

I finished the song and the crowd erupted into cheers. I thanked them and headed for intermission. I walked backstage to find Adam smiling like an idiot. I felt much better now that that was out there. I had one last glimmer of hope. Maybe she heard. Adam stepped aside without a word, and there she was. My girl. My Clare.

"Oh, Eli!" She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me, sobbing. I rubbed her back.

"Shh, Clare, it's alright."

"No, no it's not. I'm sorry for what I said. That song was the most amazing song. I love you. So much. Don't leave me, ever. Please?"

I kissed her passionately, like I never did before. I took her hand and led her on to the stage. I could tell she was confused.

"Hey, guys. This is Clare Edwards. My girlfriend. My everything. Clare will you sing this with me?" I asked. And then we sang the song again. The difference? We did it together.