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The songs for this chapter are "When They Think of Me, They Think of You," by Chris Young and Cassadee Pope; and "Red Dress," By Lucy Hale and Joe Nichols.
As soon as she walked into the arena she saw Colby leaning against a crate about 10 yards from her. He looked up and caught her eyes, she could tell by the look on his face that he had read her letter. And it had hurt him.
As much as that should've pleased her, it didn't, she didn't want to cause him pain. Pausing for a moment, the two just staring at one another. Tasha sent him a small smile and a nod, which he returned before she turned down the hall to the locker rooms.
She sat in the locker room watching Seth's match with Kofi later that night, she noticed that he seemed to have a new fire inside of him, and she wondered if she had anything to do with that.
She watched him secure his win with an emphatic curb stomp to Kofi, and she had to admire his guts. He never gave up and always found a way to win.
At the close of the night Siren accompanied Dean down to the ring for Miz TV and his interview alongside John Cena. While she was both men's manager, she and Dean had a vested interest in Seth Rollins, that ultimately trumped whatever John could bring up. She supported both of them, but she knew that only Dean was going to give Seth the beating that he deserved for his betrayal of them.
Siren took her seat to Miz' left as John was introduced, taking his time to greet the fans in the audience.
"Let's get this started." Miz says motioning the two men to sit down, which Dean does, however John stays on his feet pacing the ring. "Dean, you embarrassed John Cena last Monday Night on RAW. You left him flat on his back. Why would you do something like that?"
"I planted John Cena's head into the mat on Monday so that he knows I don't care who he is, what he's done, or what he thinks he's entitled to. Nobody crosses me. Now, John Cena lives by a code. I live by a little code of my own. I don't take crap from anybody." Dean states getting to his feet. "Nobody pushes me around. And if you do me wrong, I will hunt you down and I'll make you pay for it. Seth Rollins crossed me. He was my brother and he stabbed me in the back. And I can't live with myself until I set that right. Seth Rollins inside Hell In A Cell belongs to me. And John Cena is coming dangerously close to stealing that from me. And John, nobody steals from me. I don't care how high up on the food chain you are."
John moves the chair beside him to the side out of his way. "I'm impressed, the WWE Universe is impressed and I'm just not talking about being left unconscious on Monday Night RAW. I watch everything that goes on this ring and I listen to every single sound the universe makes. And ever since you stepped foot in the WWE, the little decision makers behind the curtain, oh, they've been worried about you. Oh, yeah. Unstable is what they call you. You know why?
Because give you a microphone, they don't know what you're gonna say. You say whatever the hell you want. You do whatever the hell you want. And if somebody stands in your way, you will scratch, fight, and claw to get what you want because you love this business and you will not stop until your success. And goofs like The Authority waste so many precious resources on all the BS to look for the next guy who has "IT." Well, Monday, by leaving me unconscious, you proved you got "IT." I just got my own definition for "IT", these."
John says pulling out a pair of baseballs from his pocket and holding them up for everyone to see. "This is what it takes to be a success in this—Don't you look at these. You don't even know what these things are." John tells Miz, making Dean and Siren crack a smile in response.
"Congratulations, Mr. Ambrose. You impressed me. It's what I want to see and quite frankly, it's what they want to see. Because for years and years and years of bringing in past Hall of Famers or mercenaries from the outside, they want to see somebody with a set of these that's gonna step up to me and say, "I don't give a damn if you're John Cena. I'm gonna knock you down right where you stand." All that means, at Hell In A Cell, you're gonna make me earn it. Just remember, when you step into that ring in that no holds barred match at Hell In A Cell, we don't see eye to eye, but you're damn sure gonna be looking in a mirror. We are cut from the same cloth.
I have been to Philadelphia for the past 12 years and there is a reason. There is a reason, night after night, opponent after opponent, match after match, I can walk down that ramp into this ring with my head high and a fighting smile on my face. Because I proved to the entire WWE Universe that after 12 years in this world, I got two things, these and my word, and I don't break 'em for nobody. Bring your a-game at Hell In A Cell. You may not give a damn of who I am now. After that match, you will know my name. I like my chances."
"You like your chances." Miz says finally getting back into the conversation. "He said he likes his chances. Yes, he said he likes his chances." Miz backs up as Dean tosses the other chair he was sitting in. "He is a 15-time champion. He is a legend. He is a soon to be top build Hall of Famer. He has defeated everybody in his path. Do you really think that you have a chance against the John Cena?"
"Yup." Dean states, his eyes never leaving Cena's.
"Well, how do you think you're gonna do it?"
"I don't think I'm gonna do it. I know I'm gonna do it."
"Did you hear that?" Miz says, he's purposely trying to instigate a fight between the two men. "He said he's gonna beat you at Hell In A Cell. This rookie said that he's going to beat you at Hell In A Cell."
"Shut your mouth before I slap the glasses off your face and you hide in your own shadow." John said shutting the Miz up, much to the delight of the fans. "I'll see you at Hell In A Cell."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. That's it?" Miz questions as both men head for the ropes to exit the ring. "That's—I'll see you at Hell In A Cell? You've been on Miz TV before. This is the 15th Anniversary of Smackdown, John. That's not how this works. You come out here, I ask the questions, I stir the pot, you get mad at him, he gets mad at you, you guys start fighting, breaking stuff, throwing things around, the ratings go high, you two are ruining Miz TV. This is my show, I'm the star of it, and this is what people want to see."
John looks over at Dean and Siren, who both shrug. "You may be right. They want to see John Cena and Dean Ambrose fight. On the 15th Anniversary of Smackdown, the city of Philadelphia wants to see John Cena and Dean Ambrose fight. Here's where you got it wrong, Miz. They don't want to see us fight each other. I reckon the city of Philadelphia right now wants to see Dean Ambrose and John Cena fight you."
And with that said, both John and Dean start wailing on Miz. John then hoists Miz up onto his shoulders, locking eyes with Dean, John makes a decision. He quickly drops Miz and shoves him over to Ambrose who plants Miz on the canvas with "Dirty Deeds."
But as Dean turns around, John lifts him up and plants him with an AA, giving Ambrose a little payback for Monday Night RAW.
Siren gives a chuckle as John sits down in the chair smiling, shaking her head, she had to give that one to him, Dean had it coming.
Tasha sat at the airport after Smackdown waiting for her flight to Georgia, she had her Black & Brave sweatshirt on with the hood pulled up over the ball cap on her head. Her Black & Brave legging clad legs were pulled up underneath of her, her right ear occupied by an ear bud. She was comfortably waiting for her flight to board, as she listened to Jared's band, 30 Seconds to Mars singing her favorite song "The Kill" in her ear. She had listened to this song a lot over the last month, it always made her think of Colby.
She felt her phone vibrate with a text message, pulling the phone out of her pocket she was surprised at the name on the screen as she unlocked the message.
My Heart - 'Have a safe flight.'
She was shocked at receiving a text from Colby, but it also made her smile, thinking to herself, 'He does still care.'
'I will. Thank you for caring.'
'I'll always care for you.'
Tasha took a big chance with her next text, but she had to know if he still wanted to be in her life.
'I miss you, Cole.'
'I miss you too, Tash.'
As she was typing another message to him, he sent her one first.
'Sometime soon, we need to talk. I need to explain.'
'Okay. I'd really like that.'
'No matter what happens from now on, please remember that whatever I've done, it was always to protect you.'
The whole flight to Georgia, Tasha replayed Colby's text in her mind. Protect her from what? Did someone have it out for her? Was someone threatening to hurt her because of him?
So many questions swirled in her mind, she could only wait and hope that when they got the chance to talk, he would tell her exactly what he was protecting her from.
Walking into the arena on Monday for RAW, Tasha forced herself not to go looking for Colby. She had to hold herself back and let him come to her, when he decided that the time was right for them to talk.
But she couldn't help but wonder, exactly what he was protecting her from.
Tasha busied herself with getting ready for the night, putting on her gear, before heading to makeup to have the girls do her up for the show. Usually she did her hair and makeup herself, but she needed time to sit and ponder things between her and Colby. While she was sitting in the chair, the young makeup artist trying to figure out what to do with her makeup, a strong voice from behind sent a tingle down Tasha's spine.
"Line her eyes with black, it makes her blue eyes pop."
Looking up from her phone into the mirror before her, Tasha caught Colby standing behind her chair. The makeup artist smiled and thanked him for the good idea, and he was right, black eyeliner always made her blue eyes stand out dramatically.
Colby caught Tasha's eyes in the mirror and sent her a wink, she smiled nodding her head at him. With a light squeeze of his fingers on the back of her neck, he continued walking down the hall. Behind him Tasha sighed happily, she knew what his touch conveyed to her, she hadn't lost him.
Dean Ambrose strode to the ring alongside Siren, their presence starting off Monday Night RAW, and Ambrose was less than pleased about Cena's actions on Smackdown. Siren perched herself up on the top of turnbuckle like usual watching Dean pace like a caged animal.
"There's nothing I'd like more in this world than to be locked inside Hell In A Cell with Seth Rollins. Locked inside the devil's playground, all that steel, all that danger, nowhere to run. Just Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins inside that cell, so I can brutalize him, pummel him, so bad that he wishes he never even met me. Seth Rollin wishes he never even heard the name Dean Ambrose.
Before I get there, I have a little something standing in my way and it's really stressing me out. It's really pissing me off. It's a little matter to deal with of a 15-time WWE Champion. A little matter to with of the face of WWE. I have to get through John Cena first. In a no holds barred contract on a pole match. Now, I told John, I have no problem dropping you where you stand last week here on RAW. And I did. Cena felt the same way on Smackdown and he did the same to me.
So it's quite clear what The Authority is trying to do. They want me and John Cena to tear each other apart so there's nothing left of either of us. It's all about protecting, protecting golden boy Seth Rollins. You know it's fine. I decided there's only one way to do this. I'm gonna go to Hell In A Cell. I'm gonna grab that contract off that pole. I'm gonna rip that pole down. And I'm gonna beat John Cena senseless with it!
Then I'm gonna go into that cell and I'm gonna bounce Seth Rollins' head all over that cell like it's a basketball. And there's nothing The Authority and there's nothing John Cena can do about it."
And about that time he comes the man in question himself, John Cena.
"So this is why they call it Hotlanta, huh?" John says grinning as the crowd cheers. "Excited! Y'all are up and y'all are ready. And so are you. You need to relax. You need to relax because this match is made. This match between John Cena and Dean Ambrose is made. But it's two weeks from now and it's in Hell In A Cell. This is a match obviously by the noise in this arena tonight the WWE Universe wants to see. Because they know you've got a chance. They know I've got a chance. So they want to see Hell In A Cell to see who finally is going to get a chance to get their hands on Seth Rollins.
But yet you're out here beating your chest. You're out here talking trash. Why? Why? So I can come out here and maybe you can leave me unconscious again? Or maybe you walk out of here, or maybe you don't."
Dean smiles as John threatens him, Siren knows it's only a matter of time before Dean snaps and God help John when that happens.
"I'm gonna do you a favor. I'm gonna give you a little veteran advice. You've got the match of your life coming up at Hell In A Cell in two weeks. Shut up. Instead of coming out here and acting all crazy, you your two weeks to get ready for the biggest match of your career. Because I'm gonna bring it at Hell In A Cell."
"Thanks for the veteran advice, big brotha. But I've got news for ya. I am ready. I was born ready. I've been ready to whoop your ass for years. Don't talk to me like I'm some kind of chump. And don't come out here and act like you care about me. Don't act like you give a damn about me. And don't act like I should trust you for one second."
"It is your instability that is going to ruin your opportunity. Go ahead! Throw it all away. Lose your temper. Take a shot at me and try to drop me right here and you'll see why I've been to the mountaintop 15 times. You will see who I am and what I stand for. And you will realize that you are way out of your league and way over your head, son. I'm giving you a chance. You've got a hell of a match coming up in two weeks. Pipe down and use your time to get ready."
As Dean tosses his mic down ready to clock John in the face, Triple H's music rings through the area. "Oh, shit." Siren grumbles as she slides off of the ring post and moves to stand beside Dean, this wouldn't be good for any of them.
"Slow down guys. Slow down." Hunter says as he and Stephanie stand at the top of the ramp. "You're getting ahead of yourself here. You've still got two weeks until Hell In A Cell when you can rip each other apart. You know, Hell In A Cell where you have the no holds barred contract on a pole match to see who gets to face Seth Rollins inside Hell In A Cell. Which by the way all of you can see on the WWE Network for just $9.99."
"That's right." Stephanie nods, tossing her evil smirk to Siren. "And for our own personal amusement, how about we see the two of you in tag-team action tonight?"
"Whoa, Steph. You mean Ambrose and Cena as partners? I don't—I don't think as partners they could get along for five minutes before they beat the hell out of each other."
"Why? Because of all this, you know, blustering back and forth, oh, you're unstable, oh, you're the veteran. All that stuff. That's just talk."
"You don't think they're gonna fight?" Hunter asks her.
Stephanie scoffs, "No, I think they're afraid to fight each other quite frankly. In fact, I think the only person in that ring with a set of balls is, Siren."
The dark haired Diva smirked as she lifted her mic for the first time that night, shooting the princess a sugary sweet smile. "Awe, are you still mad that mine are bigger than yours, Steph?"
"You might be right." Hunter says ignoring Siren's comment, mostly because he was trying not to laugh. "They might be afraid of each other. I'll tell you what. You want to see tonight? You want to bet about that? Because I think they'll rip each other apart."
"Let's bet. Standard?"
"Standard." Hunter agrees as the two shake hands.
"So tonight the two of you will be competing in tag-team action. Get this. A triple threat tag-team match against the Uso's and the tag-team champions Gold and Stardust."
While Steph and Hunter walk backstage, Siren tries to calm tensions down between Ambrose and Cena, as the other tams make their way down to the ring. Siren winks at Jimmy and Jey, being Roman's cousins they have become very close friends of hers, the two send her smiles in return.
For most of the match Dean and John seem to getting along pretty well, managing to put their issues aside for the sake of the match. Things break down halfway through the match as a melee breaks out between all three teams, ending with Dean launching off of the top rope to take out everyone on the outside.
He picks up Stardust and Cena tossing them back into the ring, where John delivers an AA to Stardust, just as Dean hits "Dirty Deeds" on Goldust. John covers Stardust and the unlikely team pick up the victory.
Siren climbs into the ring and holds up both of her guy's hands, but she knows the peace will only last for a short while. And she's right as Triple H and Stephanie again make their way out to the stage for another announcement. She's knows the two bosses are trying to push Ambrose and Cena as far as they can until one of them snaps on the other.
"Well, Seth, uh, Steph, as much as it pains me to admit, you were right. They were able to get along. One dollar." He says handing his wife a dollar bill. "You know how much I hate to lose, though. Maybe they just lacked the proper motivation. Maybe you two just need that spark to make this all go down. You both want a shot at Seth Rollins inside Hell In A Cell, right? Well, I say why wait until then to find out who gets it. Let's do this. Let's hang a contract on a pole in that corner and no holds barred, John Cena, Dean Ambrose! Tear each other limb from limb, rip flesh, break bones, I don't care. Only one of you is going to get the chance to face Seth Rollins inside Hell In A Cell. It'll be the man that takes that contract down. And you will tear each other apart to get that right. John Cena, Dean Ambrose, tonight hell starts for both of you!"
Siren walks backstage alongside Dean, she doesn't like picking sides against her clients, but she knows that Dean has the pure motivation to win the match. And frankly, Dean and Siren are due for payback against Seth Rollins.
A grin works onto her face as she sees Randy Orton standing behind the curtain watching Seth Rollins match against Jack Swagger. She had seen Seth go down to the ring for Orton's match against Dolph Ziggler, none too happy about what Randy had said to the bosses, about Seth not being able to beat Cena or Ambrose.
Deciding to play off of the rage that she knew the Viper possessed, she motioned to the camera crew to film as she walked over and stood beside Orton.
"Aren't you getting tired of protecting that cocky little brat, Randy?"
The Viper clenched his jaw as he looked down at his former manager, who he had dropped when he had joined The Authority.
"Come on, Randy. I know you. You are Randy Orton. Third generation superstar. Legend Killer. Former WWE Champion. You're the Viper. You don't play second fiddle to anyone, let alone a rookie who couldn't on his best day, lace up your boots. I know being in The Authority has its perks… but so did Evolution, and look how that turned out for both of us. Do you really think that Triple H wouldn't turn on you again? Do you think for a second that he would pick you to back, instead of the golden boy, future of the company, Seth Rollins? The Authority, is going to fall, Randy. The question is… are we taking you down with it? You and I both know, there's only one man in The Authority that deserves to be champion, and his name, is Randy Orton."
Dean Ambrose reiterates Siren's point later that night when he has an interview with Renee.
"Dean, you've already competed once tonight in tag-team action. In tonight's no holds barred contract on a pole match it's going to test your stamina and it's gonna test your will, this is against John Cena. What can we expect from you tonight?
"Well, let me tell you what not to expect. Don't expect me to go out there and be a nice guy. Don't expect me to go out there and be nice to John Cena because I'm not a nice guy. Triple H knows that. Triple H has known me for a long time so he should know by now when I say anytime, anywhere I mean it. If you're big star bound it's a long hard ride and the way I see it, I get to the next stop two weeks early. I get to put John Cena in his place two weeks early, and at the Hell In A Cell pay-per-view I'm sending Seth Rollins straight to hell and Cena, stamp your ticket, you can sit right next to him. Cena and Rollins both are on the highway to hell!"
Siren lead Dean to the ring for his match, noticing Stephanie and Hunter sitting ringside, which only spelled disaster for all of them. John was already in the ring, still smarting from the words his best friend had said to him earlier, it was clear who Siren was backing for this match, and it wasn't Cena.
And of course Seth Rollins himself had to come down to the ring, as well as Randy Orton, as they both had invested interests in this matchup. But, of course they couldn't come without their backup in Kane. Now Siren, Dean and John were outnumbered, no matter who won it was gonna be bad for them all.
However as the match got underway, it was the wink that Orton sent Siren that made her mind wander. What the hell did that mean?
The two men laid into one another, but every time they had the other one down, they refused to go for the contract, almost as if they had something to prove to one another.
Outside of the ring The Authority stood, talking shit to both Ambrose and Cena. John grabbed Dean by the back of his shirt and threw him into them, taking down Orton, Kane and Rollins. Which was not smart on his part, as the three men then climbed into the ring, causing the match to turn into a brawl.
John and Dean cleared the ring of The Authority, but as John was preoccupied with Kane, Dean snuck his way to the pole and took the contract in his hand. Waving his hand in front of his face mocking John, Dean pulled the contract down into his hands.
"Yes!" Siren screamed as she rolled into the ring, jumping into Dean's arms. Finally, they were going to get the retribution that they deserved against Seth Rollins.
John nodded his head, clapping for Dean, he had to give it to him, he'd played that one smart. His attention turned to Orton who stood outside of the ring, John pointing to him to make sure he knew that he'd be going to hell in two weeks time.
Dean and Siren had their attention on the top of the ramp where Seth Rollins stood, his face a mixture of anger and fear, as he realized that he would be locked in a cell with the lunatic fringe.
But it was what happened after RAW went off of the air that had the whole world talking. John picked up a microphone and addressed Dean.
"You won tonight because you were the better man. You deserve to go to Hell In A Cell. You deserve to kick the holy dog crap out of Seth Rollins. Earlier today, I gave you some veteran advice. Right now, I'm gonna give you veteran respect." He held his hand out, which Dean took, and John raised Dean's hand up high as the crowd went ballistic.
Before Tasha's flight out to Cali she, Jon, Renee and Nick headed to the bar to celebrate Dean's victory that night. Most of the roster was there when they arrived, and Tasha couldn't help but look around for Colby, wondering if he was there.
She was sitting at the bar with her friends, people that were friends with both her and Colby, having a drink when she felt the mood around her change. Looking to the front door she realized why, Colby had just walked in with Randy and Kane. Their eyes locked over her whiskey glass, and she gave him a sad smile.
Colby couldn't help but smile as he sat down a the table with Orton and Kane, taking in Tasha's strapless red dress and black cowboy boots. No matter how much the WWE tried to change her style, trying to make her wear fancy dresses and high-heels; there was no changing her from the country girl that she was and that was just how Colby liked her.
His favorite times were seeing her in the morning with no makeup, her long dark hair pulled up in a messy bun and wearing his Black & Brave sweatshirt. She looked her best when she wasn't trying. And while he loved seeing her all dolled up for RAW or Smackdown as Siren, Colby's heart skipped a beat every time when she took it all off and was just Tasha once more. She didn't need a lot of makeup or fancy clothes to make her beautiful, she was stunning at all times.
It was clear within a half hour that their friends felt the same way about their relationship ending as Tasha and Colby did. There was an unspoken rift going through the roster, everyone believing that the two would spend forever together.
As a familiar song came on, Tasha's eyes locked on Colby's from across the room, the two just staring at one another while the song played. The lyrics hit both of them hard, as it did their friends that were secretly watching the exchange between them.
[Verse 1 - Chris Young:]
I walk in on Friday nights
Same old bar, same burned out lights
Same people and all the same faces
So why in the hell does it feel like a different place?
[Verse 2 - Cassadee Pope:]
Meet my friends for a girls' night out
Seems there ain't much to talk about
Same drinks that we're all raising
But all of the toasts just don't feel the same
[Chorus - Both:]
We used to be the life of the party
We used to be the ones that they wished they were
But now it's like they don't know how to act
Maybe they're like me and they want us back
It's like there's always an empty space
Those memories that nobody can erase
Of how bright we burned
Well now it hurts, but it's true
When they think of me, they think of you
[Verse 3 - Chris Young & Both:]
They keep asking how I am
But they're really asking where you've been
I can read between all of the lines
It ain't just us missing all of the times
[Chorus - Both:]
We were the life of the party
We used to be the ones that they wished they were
But now it's like they don't know how to act
Maybe they're like me and they want us back
It's like there's always an empty space
Those memories that nobody can erase
Of how bright we burned
Well now it hurts, but it's true
When they think of me, they think of you
[Bridge - Chris Young & Cassadee Pope:]
Ain't it funny how a flame like that
Oh whoa, when they think of you
It can burn when it's in the past
[Chorus - Both:]
We used to be the life of the party
We used to be the ones that they wished they were
But now it's like they don't know how to act
Maybe they're like me and they want us back
It's like there's always an empty space
Those memories that nobody can erase
Of how bright we burned
Well now it hurts, but it's true
When they think of me, they think of you
[Outro - Both:]
Oh, they think of you
When they think of me
Baby, baby, oh, oh
Oh
When they think of me, they think of you
Renee sighed from her seat at the bar beside Jon, her eyes watching the longing stares from her two friends across the room. "Jon, she's miserable."
Jon glanced over to where his girlfriend was looking, seeing the pure sadness on his best friend's face. His eyes then drifted over to Colby who's face mirrored Tasha's own. "I know. So's he."
"Maybe you should ask her to dance? At least try to put a smile on her face."
Jon nodded kissing her cheek before he stood up from his stool and made his way across the room to the table where Tasha sat. She turned her head as she felt him stop beside her, he held out his hand and gave her a crooked smile. "Dance with me, darlin'."
Tasha let out a laugh knowing full damn well that Jonathan Good didn't dance, but he was willing to look completely stupid to make her happy. She nodded before placing her hand in his and allowing him to lead her out onto the floor. She giggled as he spun her around and pulled her against him, his right hand resting on her hip while his left held hers as they swayed to the song; it was a little up tempo but Jon proved that he could keep time pretty well. Tasha was starting to wonder if he had been lying all these years when he said that he couldn't dance.
Colby couldn't help but feel a flicker of jealousy in his gut as he watched his brother dancing with his best girl. But he squashed it quickly when he realized that Jon was simply trying to get her to smile and take her mind off of the pain that he had caused her by leaving. But the atmosphere and alcohol weren't helping to lighten his mood as he thought they would, and as he started to listen to the words of the song playing, he felt as though he'd been stabbed in the chest with a knife.
[Lucy:]
If I close my eyes, and Imagine you are here.
It'll last for awhile, before you disappear.
So I close my eyes, cause the only thing I fear
Is waking up one day, forgetting you were ever here
[Joe:]
Darling, It's you I remember with your Red Dress on,
Dancing in the moonlight till the break of dawn.
It's you I remember dancing with your Red Dress on
[Lucy:]
And Baby it's you I remember when I hear that song,
Singin' out the chorus till your voice was gone
It's you I remember every time I hear that song
[Joe:]
Not a day goes by, without thinking that I see,
your face in the crowd, turning away from me
So the days go by, like a recurring dream
Where every night ends with the same old memory
[Lucy:]
And Baby it's you I remember when I hear that song,
Singin' out the chorus till your voice was gone
It's you I remember every time I hear that song
[Joe:]
Darling, It's you I remember with your Red Dress on,
Dancing in the moonlight till the break of dawn.
It's you I remember dancing with your Red Dress on
Dancing with your Red Dress on
I don't know the game were playing,
You and I were on to something
How did we fall apart, without asking ourselves why?
[Lucy:]
Lookin' back I can't help thinkin'
That some where I had just stopped runnin'
I would have held you close, and never said goodbye.
[Joe:]
Darling, It's you I remember with your Red Dress on,
Dancing in the moonlight till the break of dawn.
It's you I remember dancing with your Red Dress on
[Lucy:]
And Baby it's you I remember when I hear that song,
Singin' out the chorus till your voice was gone
It's you I remember every time I hear that song
[Joe:]
Darling, It's you I remember with your Red Dress on,
Dancing in the moonlight till the break of dawn.
It's you I remember dancing with your Red Dress on
[Lucy:]
And Baby it's you I remember when I hear that song,
Singin' out the chorus till your voice was gone
It's you I remember every time I hear that song
[Joe:]
Dancing with your red dress on
[Lucy:]
Woah
[Joe:]
Dancing with your red dress on.
When the song was finished Colby watched Tasha laugh as she hugged Jon, before they went back over to the bar for a drink. Suddenly he wasn't feeling like being social so he said goodbye to his companions before he headed back to the hotel. He had to get her back and he knew just how he was going to do it; he knew he could be costing himself his career, but right now, he didn't care what The Authority would do to him. She was the only thing that mattered.