This was an emotional chapter to write, but here it is!

I'm only updating today because I'm supposed to be going out of town this weekend, so I probably won't be on here much. Also, my coauthor sent me her next chapter :) so, as promised to those I have talked to, I'm updating :)

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Rose POV

Adrian called yesterday, and asked if I wanted to meet with a group of song writers since I haven't had the inspiration to write this last few weeks or so. I hadn't heard from Dimitri in almost a month, and it was bothering me. Reluctantly, I had agreed to meet with them, and now, I'm stuck in a room with about 8 people, Lissa and Ambrose included, who are all trying to churn out my next big hit. I had already recorded about 12 songs, but Adrian wanted me to record at least 3 more before we decided which ones would go on my first album.

I didn't have any motivation to write, so I sat there, listening to random melodies and stray song lyrics without really giving much input. Thankfully, my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID, and when I seen that it was Abe, I answered quickly.

"Hey Old Man. What's going on?" I answered.

"I just got good news, and Adrian has called an impromptu meeting. How fast can you get to the studio?"

"Considering that I'm already here? I'd say pretty quick." I laughed. "I'll meet you in the meeting room in a minute. Should I bring Lissa and Ambrose?"

"Yeah, that will save me from having to call them." He replied.

We hung up, and I passed on the information about the meeting which we quickly ditched the group of song writers for. When we made it to the meeting room, Adrian and Baba was already there.

"Alright," Adrian started. "I have just received some amazing news!" He paused, probably for dramatic effect. "Rose Mazur's first single 'Fallin' for You' is now a number one hit that has over 100,000 digital downloads! Also..." he paused again. "Her very first tour kicks off in December!"

The room erupted in cheers and squeals - the squeals coming from Lissa alone - and I froze at the information presented to me. I have a number one hit. The song that I wrote about Dimitri is a number one hit. He would be so proud! I wonder if he has heard it. I wonder if he knew that it was me singing - if he knew the song was about him. Maybe that's why I hadn't heard from him.

I started to panic at that thought, but was abruptly brought back to reality when Lissa grabbed my frozen figure and crushed me in a hug.

"You did it, Rose! You're famous!" Lissa squealed again.

My body and mind finally unfroze, and a huge smile plastered on my face. I'm famous. I started handing hugs out to everyone in the room, even to Adrian, who I didn't really care to have any type of bodily contact with. The last person I hugged was Abe, and when I hugged him, I noticed an envelope with familiar handwriting on it hanging out of his jacket pocket. I also noticed that it had been opened. Suddenly, I was furious.

"Baba, can I speak with you, alone?" I asked in a calm, neutral tone. He nodded, and I pulled him down the hall and into one of the sound proof rooms before turning on him. I stayed quiet, trying to calm myself.

"Rosemarie..." he said with uncertainty.

"You read my letter." I stated.

"What letter might that be?" He asked, trying to be sly. He knew that I was pissed, and he's trying to avoid my wrath. I reached towards him, and snatched the letter from his pocket before he had the chance to stop me.

"This letter, Zmey. How long have you had it?" I demanded. The only time that I ever called my father Zmey was when I was REALLY pissed off at him. I started tapping my foot, waiting for an answer. He finally had the decency to look guilty.

"Three weeks." He admitted.

"Three weeks?!" I shrieked at him. "You've had my letter - the letter that I've been waiting on - for THREE WEEKS?! If you weren't my father-"

He cut me off. "If I wasn't your father," he exclaimed, just as angry as me this time. "I wouldn't care that you were getting all buddy buddy with a soilder that is 7 years older than you! What is he even doing talking to an 18 year old? He's nearly 25! He has no business talking to you! What if he turns out to just be a stalker or a-"

I ended my father's rant when I lost my temper and punched him. There was a satisfying crunch, and a lot of blood, making me quite certain that I broke his nose. Serves him right.

"For your information, Zmey, being his pen pal was part of my senior English project. We got close over the school year, so we have been keeping in touch. He was the one who encouraged me to start singing, and he gave me reassurance when no one else could. He's not a stalker, or whatever else your crazy mind can come up with. He's my friend, and even if you find a way to steal every letter that he sends me, you won't stop me from talking to him." I finished ranting at him, and stomped out of the room with my letter in hand, leaving behind my dazed and bloody father.

I found Lissa, and explained the situation; begging her to take me home since I rode with her today. She complied, and as soon as I got home and into the privacy of my room, I tore open and read the letter from the man that has slowly captured my heart.

Tears escaped my eyes as I read his words and began my reply. I didn't know whether they were happy tears because I finally got his letter, or whether they were sad tears because of how he might be feeling considering that it's been a month since he sent this letter, and I have yet to reply.

August 2, 2010

Hey Comrade,

I'm so sorry that it's been forever since you've heard from me. I've waited, and waited for your letter, hoping that I hadn't said something to scare you off. Today, that fear was chased away, but only when I found out that my father has had your letter hidden from me for the last three weeks.

I may or may not have broken his nose when I found out he read it, and accused you of being a stalker or something worse. I trust you; I have since the beginning of this pen pal assignment.

I tried to wipe away the tears that were still escaping my eyes, but several of them littered the page that I was writing on. I just kept on writing.

As far as your problems, I'll always listen to them. I'm happy that I could be there for you after you lost Ivan. I'm sure you will find something to do with yourself now that you are out of the military, if you haven't already. Maybe you could work in a gym or something. I'd suggest being a body guard or something, but you could get hurt. Is it selfish of me to want you to be safe? I'm not sure what I would do if something happened to you. You've been my rock and my motivation ever since you first encouraged me to face my fear of singing in public.

I wanted to tell him that I was falling for him, but I stopped myself, unsure of how he'd respond. Instead, I told him the news that Adrian had given me earlier today.

Anyway, on to happier things. I got news today that my first single is now a number one hit, and has had over 100,000 digital downloads. I'm officially famous!

I have you to thank for that. Without your encouragement and zen wisdom, I would have never had the courage to make it this far. So, Thank You.

I've missed you,

Your Roza

P.S. I have a feeling that my father will be intercepting my mail more often to stop you from contacting me, so how about we try something new? I'm including my email address. We can either email, or you can use my email address to find me on Instant Messenger.

By the end of the letter, I had stopped crying. I quickly put the tear stained letter in an envelope, and rushed to the post office. I paid extra to have it rushed to Dimitri. Hopefully, I'd be hearing from him within the next few days.

How do you guys think Dimitri will react to not hearing from his Roza in a month's time? Review/PM me to let me know what you think. I might just give you a preview of the next chapter :)