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Post by onyxfyrefly on Oct 30, 2012 18:58:54 GMT -5
Shane knew that she wasn’t alone in the green room but her head was still spinning and her body ached with every ragged breath that she took. A solid fifteen minutes passed before she stopped shaking and Shane knew she couldn’t ignore the other individual any longer.
Slowly she sat up, feeling pain shoot through her body with each movement, and turned to face Sharon who was patiently waiting. Shane couldn’t meet the other woman’s eyes so she folded her hands in her lap and studied the laces of her worn converse.
Sharon watched the young woman for a long time a felt her heart go out to her. She knew that Shane was a bit of a loner but she also knew that there was a bright personality hiding somewhere beneath those bruises.
Finally she cleared her throat and Shane jumped.
“How are you feeling?” the young woman shrugged and Sharon handed her a bottle of water. “Here.” Shane took the bottle and the blonde noticed that her hands were shaking.
“What happened?” Shane started to speak but Sharon cut her off. “Don’t lie to me, Shane, I want the truth. Now tell me what happened?”
“I…um…I…it’s complicated.”
Sharon pulled her chair closer and leaned in so Shane could hear her. “Whatever you tell me does not leave this room, okay? Now tell me the truth, did Jason do this to you?”
The electric blue head shook vigorously. It’s not what you think. Jason didn’t…I mean…he did but I deserved it. I brought this on myself. He’d never hurt me without provocation…he loves me.”
There were several replies Sharon would have liked to make but she simply nodded as she took in the young woman’s words. “What did you do to deserve this?”
Shane’s cheeks flushed and she looked away. “Well…he was upset when the power went out at the first show and he had every right to be. I should have known that the power was going to surge when we got everything up and running. We’d been blowing fuses all day and should have been more prepared. But now I know and it won’t happen again.”
“What else? What happened to your wrist?”
“That was my fault. We went out last night to dinner and a movie then ended up in this little bar…” Slowly Shane told Sharon the tale of their night out and described how she had helped Neil get Emmet back to the bus. “I should have just let the guys deal with Emmet. I left my boyfriend alone in a bar so I could help another guy get home so of course he was angry.” She played with the edge of the brace for a moment before continuing. “I forgot myself and put my hand up in front of my face so Jason wrenched my arm pretty hard. I didn’t mean to, I just forgot.”
“Is it broken?”
“No, just a hairline fracture. I’ll still be able to work with it…if I still have a job that is.”
Sharon frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Well…I was…I am afraid that you’ll think that I can’t handle my personal life and this job. I can! I swear I can. Earlier I forgot about the brace and got the wind knocked out of me. It won’t happen again, I swear. I’ll be more careful.”
“Shane, listen to me,” Sharon placed a hand on the young woman’s knee and felt the slim frame go rigid. “I think you are a brilliant lighting designer and I am so glad that you are a part of this team. You will have a job with Celtic Thunder as long as you want one.”
The dark blue eyes widened as they met Sharon’s for the first time. “Really? You’re not going to fire me?”
“No, I’m not going to fire you but I am going to put my foot down. I refuse to just sit aside and watch one of my employees suffer. You have to get some help, you have to confront Jason about this abuse.”
“But-”
“No buts.” Sharon smiled slightly and sat back in her chair. “Before you were hired I did an extensive background check, I do the same for anyone before they join the cast or crew. I’ve seen your records and I know there’s a history of abuse.”
“How did you know I had a history? Nothing was ever reported.”
Sharon smiled again. “I’m very good at reading between the lines. Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Shane turned her head away and shrugged. “Who was going to believe the thirteen year old foster kid with the piercings and the bad attitude that her rich, powerful foster father was beating her? Who would listen to the ten year old who has run away from three foster homes when she tried to say her foster mother was an alcoholic who used her for a whipping post?” She played with the ring in her lip for a moment before continuing. “No one would ever believe me, they called me a liar, so I knew it had to be my fault, that I deserved it. The only time anyone ever showed me kindness or love was when I obeyed them so they didn’t have to beat me. I learned to obey or suffer the consequences…it’s a part of life.”
“It is not a part of life, Shane. I have children myself and yes, I have spanked them, but I’ve never hit them out of anger and they’ve turned out alright.” Sharon stood and sat down next to Shane on the couch. “You’ve been dealt an unfair hand and I wish I could go back and take that pain away from you but I can’t. What I can do is help you from now on.”
“Why? Why would you want to help me? You don’t even know me.”
“Because the moment you were hired you became a part of this family and that’s what family does, they help each other.”
Shane frowned and turned to look at Sharon. “You’re serious. You want to help me?”
“Yes.”
The young woman was stunned. Never in her life had someone wanted to help her just because, there was always a price. “What do I have to do?”
“I can’t tell you what to do, it’s your life, but I do have a few suggestions. First of all, let me see your bruises. I’d like to know the extent of your injuries. Then you need to confront Jason and get the police involved.”
All of the color drained out of Shane’s face at Sharon’s words. “I…I can’t break up with Jason.”
“Shane, I know this is difficult but…”
“You don’t understand! If I break up with him…he’ll kill me.”
Sharon went still at the young woman’s words. “Did he tell you this?”
“Yes, he tells me all of the time. Sharon, I’m his. I can never leave him or I’m dead.”
The producer had heard and seen and dealt with a lot of things in her life but Shane’s words rattled her. Immediately her protective instincts kicked in and a look of determination crossed her face. “Shane, listen to me. As long as you are a part of this family, nothing is going to happen to you. I swear on my life that Jason will never lay another finger on you.”
“How? He’ll find me if I’m on tour, it’s not like the schedule is a secret or anything.”
“It’ll be a little difficult to track you down if he’s in prison.”
“Prison?”
“You’ve got a pretty strong case, Shane. All we have to do is take pictures of your bruises and get you a lawyer. I don’t think anyone will be able to defend Jason when they see the extent of your injuries.”
Shane sat still for a long time as she processed this information. Sharon actually wanted to help her and Shane was tired of fighting. She just wanted a normal life where she could do her job without a constant dark shadow following her around. But she was terrified and she knew that the price would be her life if they failed but she had to try.
“Do you think this will work?”
“There’s no guarantees in life but I have a good feeling about this.”
Shane sighed and nodded her head. “Okay, what do we have to do?”
Sharon smiled slightly then pulled out her phone, sending a text to someone. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Angie stuck her head in. “Shane, have you met Angie? She’s our production assistant and photographer.”
Angie smiled at Shane and listened intently as Sharon explained the situation. “Don’t worry, Shane, my lips are sealed and I brought a brand new memory card that will only be used for these pictures. Are you ready?”
The young woman was shaking again as Sharon locked the door and turned towards her. Slowly she stood and carefully pulled off her t-shirt and jeans. She let her head hang in shame but neither Sharon nor Angie made any comment.
The marks and bruises were everywhere. Some were fading to a sickly yellow while others were so dark they were nearly black. Angie was glad she could hide behind the camera but Sharon fought to control her emotions as Shane’s body was revealed.
On her hips, thighs, and forearms there were large hand-shaped bruises that were so pronounced that they could see every finger where they had dug into her skin. Huge circular bruises covered her abdomen and back and both women could see where Shane had curled up in an attempt to shield herself.
Beneath the bruises Sharon and Angie could just make out several tattoos but the designs were lost beneath the injuries. Shane’s tattoos would actually help with their case, they were unique to her and no one could deny that the pictures were of someone else.
It took nearly half an hour to record everything and by the time they were finished Shane’s cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Once she was dressed she sat down and felt Angie sit down next to her. “I think you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.”
Shane’s eyebrow rose in surprise. “I am?”
“I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t have put up with this for so long without breaking and I never would have had the guts to confront the person that did it to me. That’s incredible.”
Angie’s kind words made something twist deep inside of Shane’s stomach and something akin to a smile crossed her lips. “Thank you.”
The photographer stood and smiled at Shane before turning to Sharon. “I’m going to go and back these up first then I’ll get a set of prints for you.”
“Thank you, Angie.”
Once the door closed Sharon glanced back at Shane who was curled up on the couch once more. “Now we have to file a police report, do you think you’re up to it?”
Shane wanted to scream and run and hide but she knew what had to be done. “I…I guess so. But can it wait until after lunch, I haven’t eaten today.”
“Of course. We’ll have lunch in my office then we’ll get back to work.”
Nodding, Shane stood and allowed Sharon to lead her towards her office. For the first time in her life she was reaching out and trusting someone, she only prayed it wouldn’t backfire on her.
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After lunch, Shane could only manage a few bites, Sharon left the young woman in her office while she went to speak with James and some of the other crew members. Shane was glad for the respite, she knew she had a very long afternoon in front of her.
All too soon Sharon had returned and was guiding Shane out of the building. “Where are we going?”
“I didn’t want the police to come to the venue, there’s enough rumors flying around as it is, so we’re going to the police station to make your statement.”
Shane nodded and let out a breath. She was glad that the police weren’t coming to the venue, she wouldn’t have to worry about the cast and crew talking about what was going on while she spoke with the officer.
As they walked towards the waiting cab a thought hit her. If she really went through with this, if she confronted Jason about the abuse, she would have to face him in court. Would she be able to look into those beautiful brown eyes and tell a room full of strangers that he’d been beating her for the past two years?
Shane froze in her tracks and it took Sharon a moment to realize that the young woman had stopped walking. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this. I…I lied, Jason didn’t do this. I fell down the stairs.”
“Remember what I said earlier? I wanted the truth and now you’re just giving me excuses.”
“No I’m not. I fell, you’ve seen how clumsy I am. Jason didn’t hurt me…he loves me.”
Sharon gently took Shane’s shoulders in her hands and forced the techie to look at her. “Listen to me Shane, I know you’re scared. I would be too if I was in your position but you can’t let fear control your life. I know you’re not that clumsy, I’ve seen you work and you’re like an acrobat up there. I happen to know that you don’t always use a harness and if you were as clumsy as you claim to be you would have fallen by now.”
Shane flushed with guilt but Sharon didn’t seem to notice. “What Jason did to you, how he treats you isn’t love. Love isn’t beating someone senseless because the power went out or punishing them for helping a friend. Love is comforting someone when they’re hurt, love is holding someone and never wanting to let them go…love is begging someone to breathe with they get the air knocked out of them.”
The dark blue eyes widened at the producer’s words. “I…he loves me?”
“Maybe love is too strong of a word but I know he cares for you and he’d never raise a hand to you.”
“Even if I deserved it?”
“Especially if you deserved it. Shane, that’s what love is. Love is being there for someone and doing whatever it takes to make them happy. Love isn’t about punishment or obeying orders or using your power to control someone. Love is about joy and friendship and devotion. There are a lot of people on this tour who care for you…who love you. Love comes in all shapes and sizes, you just have to be willing to open yourself up to it.”
The older woman’s words made Shane’s head spin. Could it be that after all of these years she had finally found someone who cared for her just the way she was? Someone who didn’t want to control her but someone who just wanted to be with her. She was nothing special but apparently there was one person on this earth who thought that she was actually worth it.
The very idea made her breath catch in her throat. She turned to glance back at the venue and remembered the terror and the fear and the relief and the happiness that had flashed through Emmet’s eyes when he held her on the stage after her little episode. Perhaps she was just imagining it but Shane could have sworn that she saw something that could have been interpreted as love shining in his eyes when she looked up at him.
The knowledge made her knees weak as she was hit with a million emotions at once. There was someone inside that building that was willing to fight for her and Shane didn’t want to let him down.
Turning back to Sharon she nodded her head. “Okay, let’s go.”
Before she knew it, she was filling out a mound of paperwork and a heavy door was closing behind her. The officer was a woman, which Shane was immensely grateful for, and spoke in a gentle tone as she asked Shane about her relationship with Jason.
It took a long time for the officer to pry Shane’s story out of her but with each word Shane felt a tightness in her chest ease. She didn’t meet the officer’s eyes nor did she cry, she simply recited her tale with an almost monotone voice while staring at the gleaming surface of the table in front of her. It was as if this was a dream and someone else was using her mouth to talk.
After putting the finishing touches on her notes, the officer led Shane into a smaller, windowless room and proceeded to take pictures of all of her injuries. Shane stared at the floor and moved when instructed, counting the moments until this humiliating ordeal was over.
Finally she was given permission to dress and was led back into the lobby where Sharon was waiting. Shane tuned out the officer’s words and studied the cracked linoleum beneath her feet. A touch to her shoulder made her jump and Sharon led her back towards the parking lot.
“You did well today, Shane, and I’m proud of you Your lawyer will be stopping by tomorrow so you two can get acquainted but I have a feeling this will go to trial fairly quickly.”
“Why?”
“Because they will want your bruises to still be visible.”
“Oh.” Shane sank back in her seat and watched as the landscape fly by, her head was spinning with so many thoughts that she was dizzy.
“Now tonight I want you to take it easy, you’re welcome to stay in the green room if you want.”
“Can I please work the show?”
“Shane, you should rest.”
“I know but if I just sit backstage I’ll brood and worry about what’s going on during the show and what’s going to happen when the lawyer gets here tomorrow. If I’m working I’ll have something to focus on.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
The older woman sighed and nodded her head. “Fine but I want you to pace yourself. If you feel tired take a break and let the others do the hard work. And just know that James will be watching you like a hawk and will pull you if he doesn’t think you’re up to it, okay?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Alright, go on.”
Shane hurried through the maze of hallways and was almost to the stage when she heard a familiar voice. Sticking her head inside one of the dressing rooms she saw Emmet hanging up his cell phone. The young man was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands and looked miserable.
She wanted to walk away and let him be but she remembered how he’d helped her earlier in the day, the strong voice begging her to breathe was still ringing in her ears. Shane still almost kept walking when she remembered Sharon’s words. The blonde hadn’t come right out and said that Emmet loved her but Shane knew who she was referring to. The knowledge that this young man who knew practically nothing about her cared so much for her made her stop and knock on the door frame.
“Emmet?”
The dark head whipped up and the young man quickly stood. “Shane. How are you? Are you feeling better?”
She ran a nervous hand through her hair and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. I…um…I just wanted to thank you. You know…for earlier.”
Emmet smiled and took a few steps towards her. “No thanks is necessary, I’m just glad you’re okay. You gave me…I mean us quite a scare.”
Shane nodded and started to turn away when Emmet stopped her. “I’m sorry.”
The tenor’s words made her turn and frown. “What?”
Emmet sighed and wrung his hands together. “I’m sorry about all of this. I know you don’t want to talk about it and I know you’ll deny it but I know that what happened to you was my fault. I was being stupid and I should have just left you alone and kept my mouth shut. Shane, I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”
The young man’s words shocked Shane into silence for several long minutes. Finally she was able to find her voice. “Emmet…this wasn’t your fault, it was mine. It’s in the past now so just forget it, okay? And I do forgive you but there’s nothing you have to be sorry about.”
A million thoughts and emotions flashed through Emmet’s head and he wanted nothing more than to take the young woman into his arms. Considering the fact that she looked like she was about to bolt any second he decided on a different approach. Slowly he held out his hand and smiled. “Friends?”
Shane stared at his hand for a long time before gently grasping it with her injured hand. “Colleagues.”
Emmet fought back a frown then nodded. “Colleagues.”
“Have a good show, Emmet. I’ll see you around.”
He watched as Shane disappeared and wished he could do more for the young woman. She didn’t hold him accountable for anything which was a relief but he wondered if there was a way to chase the sadness away from those deep blue eyes.
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Later that night Shane heard the cue for Emmet’s last solo and hit the appropriate keys on the switchboard in front of her. As the lights came up she slowly walked onto one of the catwalks, taking care so she didn’t make the lights vibrate with her footsteps, and peered down on to the stage. It was easy to see that he was in his element and a slight smile crossed her face when she saw the joy radiating from him as he sang.
The young man tipped his head back and belted out the last notes of ‘This is the Moment’ and Shane felt goosebumps rise on her arms. She’d never noticed how beautiful the song was or how well Emmet sang it.
Heading back to the switchboard she cued up the next solo and jumped when her phone suddenly vibrated. Pulling the device from her pocket, Shane’s hands began to shake when she saw that it was a text from Jason.
‘Made it home safe, have a great show. Love you.’
Her thumb hovered over the ‘reply’ button but the events of the past day made her hesitate. Sharon’s determination to keep her safe, Emmet’s devotion and guilt, the kind words from the cast and crew…all of those elements rushed back at Shane and she lowered the phone.
She stared into space for a long time, nearly missing the cue for ‘Dream Teller/Fantasy’, before making a decision. She grabbed her phone and deleted Jason’s text. After a few seconds she scrolled through her contacts and deleted his name and number as well.
It wasn’t much but it was a start.
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Oct 30, 2012 20:06:09 GMT -5
good for her!!! update soon!
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Post by celticbear on Oct 30, 2012 20:56:47 GMT -5
Way To Go Shane! I TOLD YOU SHARON WOULD GET THE TRUTH OUT OF SHANE AND GO ON THE WARPATH! LOOK OUT JASON BECAUSE YOUR ABUSIVE DAYS ARE OVER!
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Nov 2, 2012 8:06:07 GMT -5
Shane let out a jaw cracking yawn as she poured her third cup of coffee of the day. James hadn’t allowed her to help pack up the rigging after the show so she had spent the night holed up in her bunk wondering what the next day would bring. Each time she closed her eyes one nightmarish scenario after another flashed through her mind and eventually she had given up and spent the night on the couch working on sketches in her notebook.
As soon as the morning run through was finished she headed towards Sharon’s office. Her stomached rolled uncomfortably and Shane wondered if three cups of coffee on an empty stomach was such a good idea.
Sharon was joined by an older African American woman who stood and shook Shane’s hand warmly. “Good morning, Shane. I’m Raquel Carter, I’ll be representing you in this case.”
Shane mumbled a greeting and sat down on the worn sofa across from Raquel. She forced herself to pay attention as the attorney began to speak.
“This morning a warrant was issued for Mr. Burns’ arrest. Once he has been detained I’ll fly out for his bail hearing. From then on we can start building our case but it shouldn’t take long for this to go to court. I’ve represented many domestic violence cases, Ms. Thompson, and yours is one of the most solid cases I’ve seen. Trust me, you’ll be able to put this behind you and move on with your life very soon. I promise.”
Shane nodded and picked at the edge of her wrist brace. “You said something about a bail hearing. What if Jason makes bail? I know he’ll come after me. All he has to do is get online to see the tour schedule.”
“I’ll make sure that won’t happen.”
Shane opened her mouth to reply when her cell phone vibrated. She jumped and frowned when she saw the number. Even though she had deleted his contact information, she would know Jason’s number anywhere.
“It’s him…it’s Jason.”
Raquel dug through her bag and produced a slim digital recorder. “Go ahead and answer it and make sure it is on speaker.”
Shane did as instructed and placed the cell phone next to the recorder on the table.
“Hello?”
“Shane? What’s going on? I just got arrested and these cops said you were pressing charges against me! Baby…why are you doing this to me?”
Jason’s voice was smooth as silk and held a slight tremor of fear and uncertainty. Part of Shane wanted to forgive him then and there but then she looked up and met Sharon’s eyes and her resolve hardened.
“I can’t do this anymore, Jason. I could deal with the insults and the taunts but the bruises and the marks are interfering with my work. You nearly broke my wrist the other night. This has to end, I…I won’t let you do this to me anymore.
“Shae, baby, you know it was for your own good. I had to teach you a lesson. Now you’ll know to double and triple check for mistakes before a show. And you know I had to punish you for going with that drunk guy the other night. I didn’t like the way he was looking at you and you left me in that bar to take him back to the bus. What did you expect me to do? Just let something like that slide? I love you but you need to know that your actions have consequences.”
Hearing Jason speak so casually about his abuse broke something inside of Shane. She wasn’t scared anymore, now she was angry. “Listen to you! You say that you love me yet you hit me because of a power outage that none of us could have prepared for. I’m just the junior techie here, even the senior lighting director wasn’t able to stop the blackout. And of course I was going to help Emmet, he was drunk but all I did was load him into a cab and take him back to the others. It’s not like I spent the night at his bedside. He’s my colleague and yes, he cares for me, so why shouldn’t I show him a little kindness?”
“Because you’re mine!”
“No I’m not! I don’t belong to you Jason Burns, I don’t belong to anyone. I’m not a possession and I’m sick of being treated like one!”
Jason was silent for a moment and when he spoke his voice was low and dangerous.
“You think you’re not a possession? You’re wrong. Shane Thompson, you are mine and you will always be mine. Do you think some snotty lawyer is going to keep you from me? No one will be able to stop me. I will always find you, Shane, and when I do there won’t be enough of you left to bury.”
Shane’s blood ran cold and her stomach churned. She wanted to end the call and run away screaming but she was rooted in place. Suddenly a warm hand grasped hers and she turned to meet Sharon’s gaze. The producer nodded slightly and Shane straightened her spine.
“Your threats are just words, Jason, they can’t hurt me and neither can you. I swear to God that you will never lay another hand on me and if you do it will be you who will be ripped to shreds. I have a family now, I have an army of people who care about me…who love me standing behind me and supporting me. I never fought back against you but I was just saving my strength. Get ready for the fight of your life, Jason. I’m not backing down from this one. You can’t hurt me anymore…you won’t hurt me anymore. That’s a promise.”
Before he could reply Shane hit ‘end’ on her phone and Raquel stopped the recorder. The techie fell back against the couch and Sharon squeezed her hand. “That was brilliant.”
Raquel nodded in agreement. “You’re a tough little thing, aren’t you?”
Shane let out a nervous laugh and wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans. “I have no idea where that came from.”
“That came from you,” said Raquel while turning to face her. “Everyone has a breaking point and it looks like you just reached yours. Some people cry when they break, some people have meltdowns and some people fight. You, my dear, are a fighter and with that spirit there is no way we will lose this case.”
The young woman nodded and thought back to her conversation with Jason. For the first time in her life she wasn’t willing to just roll over and take it. She wanted to fight. Yes, she was absolutely terrified and the thought of going to court against Jason made her blood run cold but she was tired of being pushed around. It was time to stand up for herself and to show the world that she was worth it.
“Alright, let’s do this.”
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True to her word, Raquel flew to New York the next day for Jason’s bail hearing. Jason came from a family with a little money and they had hired a very good attorney named Andrew Jay. Raquel was actually pleased to see him because she knew that he was an excellent lawyer but he was proud and was used to getting his way. He didn’t like surprises and often had difficulty adapting when a curveball was thrown his way.
Jason pleaded not guilty and Andrew immediately attempted to point out Shane’s absence to the court. Raquel merely smiled and explained that Shane was currently working on a tour but she could be there first thing in the morning if that was what the judge required. The judge, who much to Andrew and Jason’s dismay was a woman, brushed aside Andrew’s objection and said that Shane did not need to be present.
“I propose that the client is held without bail,” said Raquel and Andrew’s neck turned red.
“That is preposterous! My client comes from a respected family and does not pose as a flight risk.”
“If I may, I would like to replay a recent phone conversation between my client and the defendant,” said Raquel while pulling the silver recorder from her briefcase.
“I object, I have not had any time to examine this evidence!” exclaimed Andrew.
“Calm down, councilor. This is just a bail hearing. If the conversation is irrelevant then it will be dismissed. Go ahead, Ms. Carter.”
The courtroom fell silent as Jason’s voice filled the room and the young man paled as his conversation with Shane was replayed for all to hear. Andrew struggled to keep his face impassive but it seemed like he wanted to throttle his young client as he threatened Shane over the phone.
Raquel stopped the recorder and pulled a file from her briefcase. “These are the phone records from the police station that show Mr. Burns’ phone call to my client. Based on this phone call I am concerned for my client’s wellbeing and I believe that Mr. Burns would attempt to bring her harm if released.”
The judge glanced at the paperwork then met Andrew’s eyes. “Do you have anything else to add, Mr. Jay?”
The lawyer let out a sigh and polished his glasses, it was obvious that he would have to adapt a different approach for this case. “No, your honor.”
“Considering the defendant’s financial means and the threats made towards your client, I will grant your request for the denial of bail. The trial will begin in three days. You are dismissed.”
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The next three days were spent cramming for Shane’s trial. Luckily the lighting crew had found their rhythm so it wasn’t difficult to pick up the slack when Sharon pulled Shane away. Only James knew what was going on but the others had figured out that something serious was happening in order for Sharon to be spending so much time behind closed doors with Shane.
Even though she was absolutely petrified, Shane knew that she had to get through this. She couldn’t let her fear overrule her or Jason would win the case and come after her. So she listened, she took notes and she actually opened up to Raquel and Sharon.
She told them every instance of abuse or neglect that she had experienced growing up and in her relationships, knowing that the defense would try and use her past as a foster child against her. She told them the stories behind her piercings and tattoos, a combination of her inability to express herself and an attempt to distract those around her from her injuries which had led to the beautiful body art. She explained that she cut her hair sort for her job and to make it more difficult for anyone to grab her. The tale of her wild hair colors came next, beginning as a cry for attention and becoming a part of her identity.
For hours they talked and Shane even brought the two to tears from time to time as the gaps in her story were filled in. Sharon was surprised that Shane didn’t get too emotional when she spoke, sometimes her voice would catch but that was usually the extent of it. Raquel knew that Shane had locked her emotions away in order to shield herself and she prayed that her tough exterior would hold up in court.
All too soon they were getting ready to board a plane to fly to New York. Sharon had told everyone that she and Shane had some business to attend to and would be back at the end of the week. Sharon never said what their business was but it didn’t take long for everyone to put the pieces together.
Shane was shocked when everyone from the cast to the crew wished her luck and showered her with well wishes. Right before she left she heard her name being called and turned to see Emmet running down the hallway.
She knew they were in the middle of sound check and he was going to get a scolding from Brooklyn for disappearing. “What are you doing here?”
Emmet rubbed the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish grin. “I just wanted to wish you luck.”
Shane dipped her head in thanks then glanced back towards the door. “Thank you, I’ve got to get going now.”
The tenor nodded but before she could turn away he gently grasped her good hand in both of his and squeezed it gently. Shane swore she could feel a shock run up her arm the moment they touched and Emmet smiled then ran his thumb across the back of her hand before turning and disappearing down the hallway.
Shaking her head Shane headed towards the waiting taxi, swearing her hand was still tingling from the young man’s touch.
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“Are you sure I look alright?” asked Shane while smoothing down her shirt. She was wearing a simple white button down shirt with black slacks and boots. Even in the dim light of the hotel room her blue hair practically glowed and her piercings stood out in sharp contrast to Raquel’s modest look.
“You look fine, dear,” replied Raquel while stepping up beside her.
“Shouldn’t I have dyed my hair a more natural color or taken out my piercings or something?”
“I want to represent you just the way you are. Now, are you ready?”
Shane took a deep breath and nodded before following her lawyer out of the room.
The courtroom was rather crowded and Shane was relieved to see Sharon sitting in the front row. She would be right behind her and even though Shane couldn’t speak to her, just knowing that she wasn’t alone made this ordeal a little more bearable.
Jason was led in with his attorney and Shane refused to look at him, she only stole a glance out of the corner of her eye once he was seated. One of Shane’s skills was the ability to keep her face impassive and to hide all of her emotions. It was a skill that had kept her out of a lot of trouble growing up but it was a skill that Jason didn’t possess. He wore his emotions on his sleeve and even when he tried he couldn’t school his features into a mask of indifference. Right now it was plain to see that he was furious and even though Andrew was urging him to keep calm, Shane knew that he was glaring at her from across the room.
From the moment the trial began it was obvious that Andrew and Jason were losing ground fast but they were too stubborn to give up. Andrew attempted using Shane’s wild appearance against her but that blew up in his face.
“Ms. Thompson, I must admit that your rather…unconventional look is most distracting. Is there a reason why you insist on coloring your hair such non-traditional shades and constantly adding piercings to your body? One might say that you liked pain.”
The young woman paused for a moment then met his eyes as she started to speak. “I got my nose pierced when I was thirteen to draw attention away from the fact that it was broken, I got my lip pierced at fourteen in the hopes that people would see ring instead of the split lip. I got my eyebrow pierced at fifteen to draw attention away from my black eye. When that failed I started dying my hair different colors, I hoped that people would pay more attention to my hair than to the bruises on my face. My tattoos are commemorations of the shows that I’ve worked on but they were also a way for me to focus on something besides the pain I was in. Trust me, the bite of a tattoo is nothing compared to a set of broken ribs.”
As the trial wore on Andrew used every technique that he could think of to rattle Shane but nothing he said or did made her even flinch. Aside from running away from several foster families she had no criminal record and her work history was spotless. Every time he brought up something from her past Shane would answer it with a calm voice and Raquel usually had some type of document to confirm her story.
Finally Andrew asked about Shane’s relationship with Jason and purposefully stood to the side so she had a clear view of the young man. The look in the light brown eyes was terrifying but Shane forced herself not to react. She took a moment to remember the kind words of her new family members as they wished her well and recalled the way Emmet had squeezed her hand for luck before she had departed.
Steeling herself she recounted every detail of their relationship while looking Jason square in the eye. He had expected her to fold under the pressure or to glance around nervously, he never thought she would show so much defiance and the look in his eyes changed to one of pure fury. His hands curled into fists and it was obvious that his rage was visible to the members of the jury because a slight murmur ran through the room.
By the time Andrew finished questioning Shane he had to sharply tell Jason to calm down as Raquel took her turn. She didn’t try and portray Shane as an innocent little girl or a child that had been used by the foster system, she represented Shane as she was, a young woman with a brilliant mind who was simply tired of being used.
Jason was so angry he was practically vibrating in his seat and Andrew wanted to take a break. He was hoping that during a quick recess he would be able to speak with Shane and Raquel and change Jason’s plea. It was obvious that the trial was coming to an end and the judge could see the desperation in Andrew’s eyes.
“Request for recess denied.”
The lawyer paled and Jason nearly turned purple but neither Shane nor Raquel even batted an eyelash.
When Jason took the stand Shane focused on a point just over his shoulder and kept her face calm, to anyone watching it seemed like she was looking into his eyes but her bravery was wearing thin and she didn’t know if she could hold up if she was forced to look into those brown eyes any longer.
Andrew interrogated Jason first and the moment the young man opened his mouth they knew the trial was over. He couldn’t contain his anger and called Shane every name in the book until the judge had to silence him. Jason was used to getting his way and was enraged at the fact that Shane was standing up to him.
“Mr. Burns, on the evening in question did you or did you not hit Ms. Thompson?” asked Andrew, giving Jason a pleading look with his eyes.
“Yes, I hit her but I only gave her what she deserved. She left me in that bar in order to take that pretty boy back to the venue...” His next words were so harsh and cruel that Raquel had to struggle to keep her face impassive.
A gasp went through the room, even Sharon couldn’t contain her shock at his words, but Shane merely twisted her hands together in her lap and refused to react.
Andrew knew his case was lost and shook his head sadly as he sat down and Raquel stepped up. She brought forth the pictures that were taken at the police station and pointed out the date on them. When Jason tried to say that the pictures were of someone else Raquel pointed out the tattoos that were barely visible beneath the bruises and it was impossible for Jason to deny it any longer.
The young man tried to berate Raquel and Shane but he was only digging himself in deeper. Eventually the judge banged the gavel and told Andrew to control his client. Finally the closing statements were presented and whatever ideas Andrew had he threw out the window. He attempted to portray Jason as a young man with anger issues but since he didn’t have once shred of evidence except for the embarrassing display in the courtroom he knew that defense was useless.
Raquel laid out the facts and didn’t try and hide from the truth or to spin Shane into something that she wasn’t. She left it in the jury’s hands and told them that Shane was tired of being abused and just wanted to live her life. She never called Shane a victim or tried to gain pity, she simply told it like it was.
It only took ten minutes for the jury to reach a verdict.
“We find the defendant, Jason Harold Burns, guilty.”
Shane’s knees went weak at the verdict and she felt Sharon’s hand on her shoulder. A commotion from the other side of the courtroom got her attention and soon the entire room was buzzing.
Jason reached back and punched Andrew hard, probably breaking his nose, then lunged towards him attempting to get his hands around his throat. “You're useless! You told me we would win! You said she was just some foster brat! I’ll get you for this!” It took three officers to restrain him and they dragged him out of the courtroom kicking and screaming.
“This isn’t over, Shane! Do you hear me? I will find you and I will kill you! You’re mine! You will always be mine!”
Shane stood frozen in place as Jason was forcefully removed and Andrew was led out of the courtroom as well. Raquel’s hand on her shoulder made her jump and she turned to meet the dark eyes of her lawyer. “Don’t listen to him, Shane. He can’t hurt you anymore. Now…I don’t know about you but I could use a drink.”
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When Sharon and Shane returned the next day they immediately headed to the venue. Shane wanted nothing more to climb into the rigs and forget about the past few days and Sharon was anxious to see what had been destroyed in her absence.
They were in the middle of the sound check so no one noticed when Shane scurried up the ladder and pulled herself onto the catwalk. James turned at the sound and he and the others held their breath as Shane slowly raised her head.
“It’s over. We won.”
James let out a whoop that was probably heard on stage while the others burst into applause. They shook Shane’s hand and patted her on the back but James scooped her into a huge bear hug. Shane wasn’t one for a lot of affection but the older man’s actions made her laugh.
“Okay, enough of that. Let me see the havoc you wrecked while I was gone.”
It didn’t take long for word of Shane’s success to spread and by the time the sound check was over everyone in the cast and crew was congratulating her. She wasn’t used to all of the attention but the knowledge that all of these people were on her side and were cheering for her made something warm blossom in the pit of her stomach.
Glancing around Shane suddenly realized that she was alone on the stage with Emmet and frowned. There was no way that that many cast and crew members could disappear that quickly.
Emmet cleared his throat and Shane snapped to attention. “Sorry, my mind was a million miles away. What were you saying?”
“I just wanted to add my congratulations to the mix. It took a lot of guts to stand up to a guy like Jason. It’s an honor to know someone with such bravery.” Emmet held out his hand and the techie gently grasped it.
Shane’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Thank you, Emmet. I couldn’t have done it without you, without all of you that is. I’ve never worked with a team that cared so much about each other. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you.”
Emmet let go of her hand and took half a step towards her. “Just do one thing for me.”
“W-what?” asked Shane, her heart was starting to race as Emmet stepped close.
“Smile.”
The simple request knocked Shane for a loop and it took her a moment to process his words. Almost without thinking about it her lips spread into a smile, a true smile that made her eyes light up and caused butterflies to explode in Emmet’s stomach.
Reaching forward Emmet touched her cheek gently, careful not to agitate the healing bruises, and matched her smile with one of his own. “Smile like that every day…that’s how you can repay me.”
Shane nodded and watched as he headed backstage. She touched her cheek and realized that she was still smiling. Shaking her head she walked towards the cafeteria, feeling the weight of the world slipping from her shoulders with every step.
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 2, 2012 15:03:03 GMT -5
congrats to shane! and that ending was sooo cute it made me forget my own pain of falling off a treadmill...long story dont ask...but this is by far my favorite update! cant wait for more!
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Post by celticbear on Nov 2, 2012 20:54:52 GMT -5
YES JASON GOT WHAT HE DESERVED! THAT WILL TEACH HIM TO MESS WITH A MEMBER OF THE CT FAMILY! LOVE THE ENDING BETWEEN EMMET AND SHANE ON THE STAGE! NOW SHANE CAN HEAL AND GIVE EMMET A CHANCE TO SHOW HER WHAT REAL LOVE IS!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 3, 2012 18:59:11 GMT -5
Oh so intense... but I loved it... !! Thank goodness Jason couldn't control his temper Update again soon?
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Nov 4, 2012 17:58:38 GMT -5
It took Shane a few days to get back into the routine and to really accept that Jason was no longer in her life. There were still times when she caught herself checking her cell phone for a text or a missed call but soon she began to realize that he was really gone.
The knowledge was liberating and Shane could feel the weight ease from her shoulders. She no longer had to worry about being punished for making a mistake or helping one of her co-workers. Even though she was no longer forced to look over her shoulder she was still having trouble forgetting the terror that had ruled her life since she was a child.
A week after the trial Shane knocked on the door to Sharon’s office and the producer turned with a smile. “Shane, come in. How are you doing?”
The techie shrugged and closed the door behind her before leaning against it. “I’ve been alright, I guess.”
“No more nightmares?”
Shane flushed and kicked at the ground. “I’ve had nightmares for as long as I can remember. If I’m bothering the others I can make other sleeping arrangements.”
“It’s nothing like that, they’re just worried about you.” When Shane didn’t reply or lift her head Sharon decided to move on. “So what brings you here today?”
“I…um…I wanted to talk to you about paying for Raquel’s services. I have a little saved up and I’d be happy to let you take a portion off of my salary every month…”
“No.”
Shane’s head snapped up. “What?”
“You do not owe me anything. Raquel is an old friend of mine and owed me several favors. Every penny of your paycheck will go into your account, what you do with it is up to you.”
“Sharon, please. You really put your neck on the line for me. I can’t just stand to the side and let you spend all of this money on me. Please let me pay you back.”
“Shane, I helped you because I wanted to. I could have stood aside and said nothing but I like to help people. I wanted to help you and I expect nothing in return.”
The young woman bowed her head and nodded. She was starting to turn away when Sharon stopped her. “I don’t think of you as a charity case, Shane.”
The older woman stood and placed a gentle hand on her slim shoulder. “Not everything in this world comes at a price, sometimes people do nice things because they want to, not because they have to. Hopefully someday you’ll see that. But, if you insist on working off your debt I do have a few projects that I could use some help with...”
From then on Shane not only worked with the lighting crew but she assisted Sharon with press releases, errands and dozens of little odd jobs that the producer couldn’t fit into her schedule. She helped put surveys about music, merchandise and a possible cruise together for the website and worked closely with Angie and the behind the scenes team back in Ireland.
Everyone was impressed with Shane’s willingness to do whatever was asked of her but a few individuals, including a certain tenor, were a little dismayed when Shane still refused to really open up to anyone. She still sat alone at lunch and never went out after the shows. Every now and then she would venture out on one of their day trips but usually stayed on the outskirts, watching while everyone enjoyed themselves.
True to her word, she upheld her promise to Emmet. Whenever she saw the young man she always forced a smile onto her face no matter how tired or stressed out she was. Emmet was thrilled each time that Shane smiled at him but at the same time he could see the bags under her eyes and knew that a lot of her happiness was faked. He wished that he could do something to chase away the shadows that still seemed to be haunting her but with her new responsibilities he rarely saw the young woman. Hopefully things would calm down and he’d be able to spend some quality time with Shane.
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Day by day the tour rolled on and soon it was time for the taping of the DVD. If the cast thought they were busy it was nothing compared to the workload of the crew. Everything had to be perfect and there was an extra challenge with the cameras and the shadows and reflections that they caused.
Even though they were busy Emmet couldn’t resist sneaking onto the stage to try and catch a glimpse of Shane. He was in luck, one of the lighting rigs had been lowered to the stage and Shane was crouched in front of it making some type of repair. It was October and to match the season her hair was dyed a fiery orange and was spiked sky high, the tips dyed black and all of the rings on her face and ears were black as well which made her look like a very gothic jack-o‘-lantern.
She glanced up and caught his gaze, flashing him a tight smile before standing and speaking into her headset. The lighting rig began to rise and Emmet headed backstage.
“Happy birthday!” said Candice as she disappeared into the costume shop and the young man smiled as he ducked into his dressing room.
He could hear Keith leading Angie around on a tour and didn’t really want to be on camera at the moment. As the door closed a flash of color caught his eye. On the dresser was a small package wrapped in a thick piece of paper. Upon closer investigation he realized that it was a piece of paper torn from a sketchbook with a beautiful drawing of a sunset over the ocean. The sky was darkening slightly and in the sky twenty-one stars shone brightly.
Emmet frowned and wondered who the package was from when he noticed the small bottle next to the package. He laughed out loud when he realized it was a miniature bottle of whiskey and a note was tied to it using a length of electrical wire.
‘Don’t drink it all at once, I’m not dragging you back to the bus again.’
The note wasn’t signed but he knew it was from Shane and assumed the package was from Shane as well. He picked it up and carefully unwrapped it, he didn’t want to ruin the beautiful drawing, to find a CD that he’d been trying to hunt down for ages. He was still smiling and gazing at the drawing when a loud knocking demanded his presence.
Carefully he put the gift away, placing the drawing between two pages of a book, before heading out into the chaos.
The two shows for the taping went extremely well and Emmet stood in awe backstage listening as the crowd sang ‘Happy Birthday’ after ‘Ireland’s Call’. When the song ended he rushed towards the dressing rooms to get changed before heading to the hotel with the others.
They weren’t traveling that night, Sharon had wanted everyone to get some rest after the taping, and the producer had rented out the ballroom of the hotel where a huge birthday party for Emmet was planned.
Shane silently slipped into the ballroom and found a table in the back, away from the bustle of the party. She hadn’t wanted to go to the party but Brooklyn had insisted and James had threatened to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the party if she declined.
Glancing around Shane could see a table that was piled with gifts, a mouthwatering selection of treats, a full bar, and a table that held not one but two birthday cakes. One was large and had ‘Happy 21st birthday Emmet!’ written in flowing letters. Shane had ordered it for Sharon earlier that week. The other cake was small and looked to have some type of writing on it but from her location she couldn’t see what was written.
The volume level rose as more people arrived and Shane was grateful that no one noticed her presence in the back. Soon the room was filled to capacity with cast and crew members who were dancing and drinking the night away.
After about thirty minutes the candles were lit on the larger cake and everyone sang to the grinning young man. He paused and glanced around for a moment, smiling when he caught Shane’s eye from across the room, then blew out the candles.
The group applauded then Emmet’s five band mates, led by Keith and Neil, approached him while carrying the smaller cake. Each singer paused for a moment to say a few words then George lit one candle in the center of the cake. Emmet leaned forward to blow it out and Keith and Neill exchanged a grin. Before the tenor could straighten up they smashed the entire cake into his face.
Emmet stood stunned while the room exploded into laugher and was lit by the flashes of dozens of cameras. Even Shane couldn’t smother the giggle that escaped her lips as Emmet wiped the icing from his eyes.
Luckily he was laughing as well and even from a distance she could see the gleam in his eyes before he took off running after his band mates. They all scattered and sadly Emmet’s revenge was going to have to wait.
The young man headed upstairs to get cleaned up while the party commenced. Shane ventured from her corner to get a slice of cake then resumed people watching, nodding her head in acknowledgement whenever someone noticed her presence.
She was getting ready to leave when Emmet reappeared. He had changed into a fresh shirt and his hair had been washed, it was sticking out in a million directions and was still wet. He turned his head and she rolled her eyes when she saw the smudge of icing behind his ear. She had no idea how he had missed it but she couldn’t let the poor boy go back to the party like that.
“Emmet!”
The young man turned at the sound of her voice and his face lit up when he saw her walking towards him. “Hey Shane, enjoying the party?”
The techie shrugged and held up the napkin she was holding. “You missed a spot.”
Emmet felt his breath catch as Shane stepped close to him and gently wiped the stray icing away. She was so close that he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume and part of him wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull her into his arms.
He resisted the urge and cursed the space between them when she stepped back. He smiled and surprisingly she matched the gesture. “Thank you.”
She nodded her head and slid her hands into her back pockets. “How does it feel to finally be legal?”
Emmet chuckled. “A bit strange. I’m finally an adult now.”
“Eh, you’re only as old as you feel. Enjoy acting like a child while you still can.”
An awkward silence descended between them before Emmet broke it. “Thanks for the album…and the whiskey too.”
Shane rocked on her heels and found the pattern of the ballroom floor to be very interesting at that moment. “You’re welcome.”
“How did you find it? I’ve been searching for ages.”
“I know someone who works in a music store. They ordered it for me.”
“I really appreciate it.” Emmet paused and tried to meet Shane’s eyes but she was looking everywhere but at him. “Did you do the drawing on the wrapping paper?” The techie nodded and Emmet’s eyes widened. “You did? It’s stunning. I thought it was a picture at first!”
Shane’s cheeks burned and she twisted her hands together. “It was nothing, just a little sketch. I’m glad you liked it.”
Taking a risk, Emmet reached out and gently tipped Shane’s chin up so he could meet her eyes. “It’s beautiful.”
Blue eyes met hazel and in that moment both of them felt something click, something that made Emmet smile and the hair on the back of Shane’s neck stand on end.
Without breaking his gaze, Emmet held out his hand. “Come on, walk with me.”
“What?”
“Go for a walk with me.”
“But you’ll miss your party.”
“It’s my party and I’ll walk if I want to.”
Against her will Shane smiled. “I don’t think that’s how the song goes.”
Emmet shrugged. “Close enough, now come on.”
He led them towards the open doors out onto the balcony then followed a narrow set of stairs down into a courtyard. Shane followed him silently, ignoring the fact that every fiber of her being was telling her to turn and run.
Once they were in the courtyard Emmet shoved his hands in his pockets while Shane crossed her arms over her chest. They walked in silence for several long minutes and eventually Shane allowed herself to let out the breath she had been holding.
“Well Emmet, you’re 21. What stupid act are you going to perform tonight?”
A dark eyebrow arched at her question. “Come again?”
“Everyone is supposed to do something stupid on their 21st. It’s a right of passage.”
“Such as?”
Shane shook her head, the dim light making her hair glow like a candle’s flame. “I don’t know. Some people do 21 shots, some get piercings, some get tattoos, some go home with complete strangers…”
Emmet laughed and glanced over at the young woman. “I’m not so sure about the last three and I don’t know if I could manage the 21 shots.”
“And you call yourself an Irishman.”
The statement from the usually reserved young woman caught him off guard and when he turned he was surprised to see the slight smile tugging on her lips.
“What did you do on your 21st?”
“I got a tattoo.”
“Oh? Of?”
“Music.”
Shane walked over to a bench and placed her right foot onto the seat before rolling up the edge of her jeans. Wrapped around her ankle was a line of sheet music dotted with notes. Emmet leaned close and attempted to follow the notes which seemed vaguely familiar.
“What song is it?”
“It’s ‘Dancing Queen’ from ‘Mama Mia’”
“Wow. Did it hurt?”
Rolling her jeans back down Shane shrugged and resumed walking. “Tattoos don’t hurt in the conventional sense. Yes, it’s a needle piercing your skin at x amount of times per minute but to me it’s more irritating than painful. And it also depends on where you get them and how much detail they have.”
“What do you mean?”
Shane couldn’t believe that she was discussing body art with Emmet but decided to just go with it. She couldn’t remember the last time that anyone had just wanted to talk with her.
“The one on my ankle only has black ink but it’s on a bone and delicate skin so it hurt. Well, that’s not true. I was really drunk so I don’t remember it hurting too much at the time.”
Emmet laughed and Shane joined him. “How many tattoos do you have?”
“Four.”
“What designs are they?”
“I got each one to commemorate a show I was working on.” Again Shane stopped walking then turned to face the singer. “This one is the most recent.” She slightly pulled up the hem of her tank top and tugged on the waist of her jeans, revealing the very familiar black and green logo from ‘Wicked’ drawn across her hip. “I actually got that one right before Sharon asked me to join this show.”
She turned her back and pulled up the hem of her shirt so Emmet could see the iconic image of ‘42nd Street’ on the right side of her lower back. “That one was my first tattoo and probably hurt the most just because I didn’t know what to expect.”
Shrugging out of her leather jacket Emmet could see part of a tattoo under the left strap of her tank top. Gently he pulled the strap to the side to see a tattered French flag that seemed to be blowing in the breeze. “Let me guess, Les Mis?”
Shane nodded and turned to glance at him over her shoulder. “I’m due to get another one soon.”
“Oh yeah? Of what?”
“The Thunderbolt.”
Even though he was new to the group, Emmet’s heart swelled with pride. “Really? Where?”
“Here.” Shane reached back and touched the skin between her shoulder blades, about six inches below her hairline.
“I’m sure it will look amazing.”
Shane didn’t reply, she simply smiled and allowed Emmet to help her back into her jacket. “Why the sudden interest in tattoos?”
The tenor fell into step with her as they turned back towards the hotel. “I was thinking about possibly getting one myself and…well…to be honest I think they are beautiful.”
“You do?”
“I tend to find beauty in things that are considered a bit…unconventional.”
At his words Shane froze. Her eyes widened as Emmet took a step towards her and her breath caught in her throat.
Gently Emmet took her hands in his and felt them tremble in his grasp. “Shane…” he stared but was cut off.
“Emmet, please…don’t do this.”
“Just let me get this out and I swear I’ll leave you alone.” Slowly she nodded her head and Emmet took a deep breath. “It’s obvious that I have feelings for you and I’m not ashamed of that but I also know that you have been tortured more than I care to think about. I’m not saying that I could be the one to heal your wounds, I’m not even sure if some of those wounds will ever heal, but I do want to be there for you. If I don’t have a place in your heart just let me have a place at your side…as your friend.”
Emmet released one of her hands and gently cupped her cheek in his palm. “Yes, I do care about you but I also just want to get to know you. I think that you’re fascinating and watching you work is always an eye opening experience. I can’t imagine what you’ve been though and I know it’s asking a lot but please know that no matter what you can come to me. Whether you want to talk about life or about tattoos, I don’t care. I know I’m being selfish but it’s my birthday so indulge me. I just want to be there for you, Shane. I just want you to know that if you ever need me I’ll be there.”
A heavy silence fell between them and neither one moved. Shane stared into the dark eyes in front of her for a long time, trying to search out the truth of the words of the individual that was speaking them. She was suddenly very aware that they were standing very close together, so close she swore she could hear the beat of Emmet’s heart.
Finally she licked her lips and spoke. “You’re serious? You can be content just being my friend and nothing more?”
“Yes.”
“And if I say no…if I tell you to walk away right now you’ll leave?”
Emmet took a ragged breath then nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
Shane fell silent and for several moments Emmet stood frozen in place. Finally he let his hands fall to his side as he turned and started to walk away, forcing himself not to glance over his shoulder to get a final glimpse of Shane.
Watching Emmet walk away was physically painful and after a few seconds Shane swore and began to jog towards him. “Emmet wait.”
He turned and Shane couldn’t miss the pain that flashed through his eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“You don’t?”
“No I…I don’t know what I want.” The young woman ran a hand through her brightly colored locks and sighed. “I don’t know how to do this. Emmet, I’ve heard these same promises so many times that I know them by heart.” She began to pace as she tried to express her frustration. “I always get burned by those who told me they loved me, they cared about me. I’ve been promised forever so many times that I’m positive it doesn’t exist.”
Emmet stepped directly in front of Shane, blocking her path and making her stop so abruptly that she nearly stumbled. Emmet steadied her with his hands on her arms and felt her stiffen at his touch. “Shane, listen to me. I’m not asking for forever, I’m asking for right now.”
“Right now your head is still in the clouds. What happens when reality hits and you realize I’m not worth it?”
“That’s not going to happen because you are worth it. And if I ever go back on my promise I give you permission to sic Adam on me.”
Shane smiled slightly. Adam was one of their security guards that was thin as a whip but had no problem laying down the law when necessary. “Can I get that in writing?”
Emmet grinned and pulled her closer. “I’ll have a contract pulled up in the morning.” Turning serious he met the dark blue eyes once more. “I just want to be there for you and help you if you ever need it. And I need someone who will give me advice if I ever decide to get a tattoo.”
The young woman laughed and it made Emmet’s heart race. “I’ll even hold your hand if you decide to go through with it.”
The tenor laughed in response then felt the air rush from his lungs when Shane stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug. He gently slipped his arms around her waist wishing he couldn’t feel the slight tremors wracking her frame.
“Happy birthday, Emmet.” The words were whispered so closely to his ear that he could feel the warm breath brush against his skin.
As suddenly as the hug began it was over and Emmet watched as Shane headed across the courtyard, following her neon locks until she disappeared around a corner.
Turning back towards the party Emmet felt a smile cross his face. Apparently birthday wishes could come true after all.
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 4, 2012 18:26:44 GMT -5
i loved that...absolutely loved it. words cant describe how much i loved that. tho, how old is shane? is she older than emmet by a lot or a little
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Nov 4, 2012 19:03:37 GMT -5
i loved that...absolutely loved it. words cant describe how much i loved that. tho, how old is shane? is she older than emmet by a lot or a little I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! Shane is 24, so just a little older than Emmet.
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 4, 2012 19:14:11 GMT -5
ok thanks!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 5, 2012 1:14:51 GMT -5
adorable! goodness, I'm glad Emmet finally stepped up just kidding... it was just the right amount of time. loved it! glad Shane stepped out of her comfort zone
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Post by celticbear on Nov 5, 2012 22:21:51 GMT -5
So Happy that on the night of Emmet's 21'st birthday he and Shane reached a Friendship agreement! Now Emmet with a Tattoo that is and interesting twist to the story! Love Shane's gift to Emmet and the Lad's smashing the second cake into Emmet's face was a hoot!
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Nov 6, 2012 20:16:12 GMT -5
After two more weeks Sharon informed Shane that she had paid off her debt and was free of the extra responsibilities that had been bestowed upon her. The techie didn’t believe Sharon for a minute and had enjoyed the extra work, it kept her busy so she didn’t have to face anyone, but she couldn’t argue with the other woman.
Once Shane’s extra workload disappeared she had a bit of time to herself and wasn’t sure how to fill it. She still worked often with James, making sure she was ready to take over the job next year, but there were still times where she didn’t have much to do.
Emmet solved her problem and was determined to draw Shane out of her shell.
It was slow going at first, Shane wasn’t comfortable opening up to just anyone and after her ordeal with Jason it was often awkward when she tried to interact with the others. She also wasn’t used to being part of a show where the cast and crew interacted on a daily basis and that was a huge obstacle for her to overcome. Emmet was determined though and slowly but surely he was finding out more and more about her.
He discovered that she was a terrible cook and her favorite food in the world was, strangely, peanut butter. Every day at lunch, even when they had catering, she always ate a peanut better and jelly sandwich. “Even I can manage to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without poisoning anyone,” she had replied when Emmet finally asked her about it.
“But the catering is great today.”
She shrugged and turned the page of the book she was reading. “I don’t eat much anyway. It’s not a big deal.” Emmet let the subject drop and went to join the others who had just walked in.
Shane didn’t have a favorite color but when pressed replied that her favorite color was a rainbow because it was the refraction of all of the colors of light in the spectrum, an answer that made Emmet’s head hurt and made the young woman laugh at his puzzled expression.
Her favorite band was the Rolling Stones but she’d listen to just about anything. The guys quickly learned to ask her about songs they were thinking of bringing to Sharon. She had an ear for music and had a knack for pairing the song with the correct lad. There were many times that one of the guys tracked Shane down so she could listen to a piece they were working on. At first the techie thought they were just humoring her but it soon became apparent that they really did value her advice which made something warm bloom in the pit of her stomach.
“Shane, do you have a second?” the young woman turned and saw Ryan walking towards her, guitar in hand.
“Sure, I guess. What can I do for you?”
Ryan rocked on his heels slightly and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I was thinking of asking Sharon about this song for the next tour or maybe just doing a live session for the fans. Would you take a listen?”
“Sure.”
They headed onto the vacant stage and Shane sat cross legged in the center of the stage while Ryan sat on the steps. He began to play and the young woman smiled, apparently he was still into Country because the song was ‘The Dance’ by Garth Brooks. Ryan’s arrangement was great and he sang the song well but it wasn’t him. He finished and ducked his head when Shane clapped.
“That was great, Ryan, but something is missing.”
“Oh?”
“You did a fantastic job and I’m sure the fans would love it but that song just doesn’t seem…well…it doesn’t seem like you.” She pulled out her iPod and went scrolling through the songs before standing and walking over to him. “Take a listen to this one.”
Ryan’s eyes closed as the song played and Shane could see his fingers moving across his guitar as he tried to work out the chords in his head. Once the song finished he handed the device back to Shane.
“What’s the name of that song?”
“‘More than a Memory’, it’s still Garth Brooks but I think you’d be able to add the rougher, rock edge of your voice to the song. But that’s just me.”
“No, I think it’s great. I really appreciate your help.”
“Not a problem.”
Shane headed backstage while Ryan began to pick out the chords to the new song.
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Emmet was amused to discover that even though she was quiet, Shane had a wicked sense of humor and would sometimes make comments in such a dull, bland voice that it sent everyone into hysterics around her. Barry had walked over during lunch one day and quietly told her a very dirty joke that was completely inappropriate for their setting. The joke hit home with Shane and she threw her head back and absolutely roared causing everyone to turn and stare at the two who were sitting at their own table off to the side. She laughed for several minutes straight, clutching her stomach while tears of mirth rolled down her cheeks. Emmet had never seen her laugh like that and was determined to make her let go and have fun more often.
Emmet also discovered that Shane was an excellent skateboarder and he still laughed when he thought about the incredulous look on Keith’s face the day he made that discovery. They had been hanging out backstage where there was a large empty space the venue used for storage. Keith had his skateboard in hand but was engaged in a conversation with Neil when he suddenly let out a yelp of surprise.
Shane appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the board from his hand, jumped on it, and went rolling across the room in one smooth motion. The group watched in amusement as she made several loops around the large space, even throwing in a trick or two before heading back towards them. She balanced on the back two wheels for a second before jumping off and handing the skateboard back to Keith with a grin.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. It’s been way too long since I’ve skateboarded.”
“Where did you learn how to do that?” asked the surfer, impressed with her skills.
“Where I come from all of the kids who look like this know how to skateboard,” she replied while indicating her own appearance. Shane didn’t say another word, she just turned and disappeared into the labyrinth of hallways.
From that day on if Keith’s skateboard went missing they didn’t have to look very far to find it.
After about a week Emmet also discovered that Shane listened to classical music, loudly, while she was drawing which is how he found her one day after the sound check. She was sitting in the audience about halfway back from the stage with her feet propped up on the seat in front of her, her sketchbook balanced across her knees, and Beethoven blasting from her headphones.
Emmet plopped down into the chair next to hers and waited, he knew that if she felt like it she would acknowledge his presence eventually. Shane didn’t seem to notice him but she did shift her sketchbook slightly so Emmet couldn’t see what was on the page.
When the song came to an end she reached down to turn off the music and pulled the buds from her ears. “Need me for something?”
Emmet shook his head. “No. I was surprised that you weren’t up in the rigs.”
Shane didn’t pause from her drawing, she simply glanced towards the stage where Neil and Nicole were sitting before going back to her work. “Even I need to have my feet on solid ground now and then.”
After waiting several moments Emmet spoke again. “What are you working on? Lighting designs?”
“No, just a little doodle.”
“Can I see?”
Shane stiffened and her hands tightened on the edge of the sketchbook. “It’s nothing really…”
“Please?” pleaded Emmet while widening his eyes and sticking out his lower lip.
He looked so ridiculous that Shane couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine but it’s not very good,” she mumbled before reluctantly handing the book over.
Emmet carefully took the sketchbook and nearly dropped it. The picture in front of him wasn’t just a doodle, it was art. The drawing was of Neil and Nicole as they sat on the stage, a guitar was balanced across Neil’s lap and Nicole had her violin tucked under her chin with the bow at the ready.
Shane had captured them perfectly but what really impressed Emmet were the expressions on their faces. Neil was singing in the picture but he wasn’t simply performing, he was singing to Nicole and Shane had somehow managed to capture the look of pure love and joy that radiated from him, down to the small crinkles around his eyes that only appeared when Neil really smiled. Nicole’s face held the sweet, almost shy smiled she saved for Neil and her eyes were bright with love and happiness.
The picture was absolutely stunning and Emmet was shocked that Shane had been able to capture so much raw emotion with a pencil and a few charcoals.
Looking up, he noticed that Shane was looking away and playing with the rings on her fingers, a habit he knew meant that she was nervous. He nudged her arm and slowly she turned towards him but refused to meet his eyes.
“Shane, look at me.” Reluctantly the dark eyes rose. “This is absolutely amazing. I knew you could draw but this…this is professional quality art.”
To his surprise two bright spots of color rose on her cheeks as she shook her head. “It’s not that great. I was just messing around.”
“You’re wrong. At first I thought it was a photograph. How did you manage to get that much emotion onto their faces? You’re dead on with the expressions.”
Shane shrugged. “I like to watch people. I have the perfect vantage point from up in the rigs plus I tend to blend into the background so people don’t notice me but I notice them.”
“You have a gift.” Emmet handed the notebook back and propped his feet up next to Shane’s. “Did you ever think about going to school to study art?”
Hugging the book protectively to her chest Shane sighed and focused on a point on the far wall. “I thought about it but college was never an option for me. I dropped out of high school when I was sixteen. I got my GED a few years later but I knew I could never afford college.”
“If that’s what you want I’m sure Sharon-” Emmet started but Shane cut him off by placing a hand on his arm.
“I know Sharon would help me but I’m already living my dream. Touring with you guys has been amazing and it still hasn’t sunk in that I’ll be the senior lighting director in Australia next year. For someone my age that is unheard of.” She smiled slightly and squeezed his arm. “Let me focus on one dream at a time, okay?”
Emmet nodded and the two fell silent for a long time. Finally the tenor nodded towards the stage. “You should show them the picture.”
Shane’s eyes widened and she vigorously shook her head. “No…no way.”
“Why not? Come on, Shane, you said you’d try and branch out a bit.”
“But what if they hate it?”
“They won’t, they’re your friends. Trust me.”
For nearly a full minute Shane was still then she suddenly stood and walked towards the stage. Emmet watched as she called out to Neil and Nicole then pulled herself onto the edge of the stage. She looked like a little kid, swinging her legs nervously as she spoke to the musicians. Slowly she handed over the notebook and Emmet watched as both sets of brown eyes widened.
The two took their time looking at the drawing, every now and then glancing down at Shane who was focused on the worn seats in the front row. Finally Nicole spoke and even though Emmet couldn’t hear what she said it was obvious that the violinist was gushing. Neil spoke up after a few seconds and Emmet chuckled when he saw the tips of Shane’s ears turn pink.
After getting over her embarrassment her professional side kicked in and she began to ask their opinion, pointing to various places on the drawing to make sure she had captured something as accurately as possible. The two couldn’t find anything wrong with it and Shane beamed. As she hopped down off of the stage Neil asked her a question and she paused before nodding and giving her reply.
As she headed back to where Emmet was sitting he couldn’t help but smile. For the first time since she joined the tour she looked truly happy and at ease. She sat down next to Emmet and began to pack up her things.
“So how did it go?”
The techie rolled her eyes as she shoved her iPod into her backpack. “They hated it.”
Emmet laughed and bumped her shoulder. “I told you they would like it. What did Neil ask you as you were walking back?”
“He asked if they could have a copy of the picture.”
“And?”
“I told him yes but not until it’s finished.”
“What else is there to do, dip it in bronze?”
Shane laughed and stood, holding out her hand to help Emmet up. “There’s a few more touches that I want to add but I should be done by the end of the week.”
Emmet nodded and followed Shane backstage, watching as she climbed into the rigs before heading towards his dressing room.
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Day by day the tour rolled forward and each day Shane became more comfortable with those around her. There were still times when she didn’t speak to anyone and simply went about her work but for the most part she was leaning how to trust the members of her new family.
She was growing closer to Emmet as well but the young man never crossed the line and attempted to be anything more than a friend which Shane was thankful for. They did spend a lot of time together though, sometimes they talked but they often just sat together in silence. Sometimes Shane would draw and sometimes Emmet would work on new music in his notebook but sometimes they just sat and breathed in the silence. Shane was grateful that she had found someone just to be with, that demanded nothing more of her than her presence. Emmet was happy to be able to spend time with Shane and enjoyed the quiet moments spent with her.
One day they were sitting in the wings when Shane suddenly stood. “Come with me.” Emmet was a little confused but followed her as she led him backstage. She headed up a steep staircase, then another and before Emmet knew it he was stepping onto the catwalk that led to the lighting rigs. He paused and Shane turned to him with a smile. “It’s safe, I promise.” Again Emmet hesitated and the young woman held out a hand. “Come on, as long as you’re with me you’ll be fine.”
Slowly Emmet took her hand and walked out onto the rigs. After a moment he realized that Shane was right, there was a waist-high rail that ran across all of the rigs and they didn’t move or sway at all when the two walked across them.
“Welcome to my belfry.”
The tenor had to admit that the setup was impressive. He had seen the rigs being assembled but had no idea they were so expansive, no wonder it took so long to load and unload onto the trucks.
“Come on.”
Shane led him to the center of the rigs and dropped his hand before grasping the rail and peering down. Emmet was shocked at the different perspective of the stage from this vantage point. He thought he knew every nook and cranny of that set but he was wrong. He could see the more technical side of things and the tape they used for their marks was clearly visible.
“What a view, no wonder you never want to come down.”
The young woman smiled and sat down, her legs hanging off of the catwalk. A few seconds later Emmet mirrored her position and the two spent the rest of the afternoon up in the rigs, watching as the stage slowly came to life as show time drew closer.
At one point James headed up to the rigs to try and find Shane but once he saw the techie and Emmet sitting quietly together he decided that he question could wait until the sound check began.
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Before they knew it the final show had arrived along with the Christmas/wrap party. After taking the final bows and leaving their costumes with Candice everyone had headed back to the hotel to get changed for the party.
Emmet closed the door behind him and was headed towards the shower when a flash of color on the bed caught his eye. Looking close her saw a simple flat, square package wrapped in paper that reminded him of a candy cane. Carefully unwrapping the gift he gasped.
Immediately he knew it was from Shane but the quality of the picture and the image she had captured made tears sting his eyes. The picture was of himself sitting at a piano. His eyes were closed and it was obvious that he was singing, he could almost feel his lips form the words. The most amazing aspect was the angle, Shane had drawn the picture as if she was looking up from the ground and towards the side. She had focused on his hands and had captured every crevice and wrinkle even the old scar on his wrist from the burn of his mother’s stove was present.
The piano’s keys were worn and well loved, a crack here and there adding character to the piece. Shane had manage to convey a likeness of him that was almost eerie, everything from his tousled hair to the eyelashes that lay upon his skin was perfect. The expression on his face made him swallow hard. He looked so passionate, so intent on bringing the music to life. Emmet strove for that perfection each time he performed but never felt like he achieved it. Somehow Shane had managed to capture that one moment of perfection and put it onto paper.
With shaking hands Emmet placed the framed picture onto the dresser and quickly started to get ready, praying that Shane decided to make an appearance at the party.
His prayers were answered and he spotted Shane sitting towards the back by herself, sipping a soda. She raised her glass towards him and he smiled before getting swept into the crowd.
Every now and then he glanced in Shane’s direction to make sure hadn’t slipped away and the young woman was easy to spot. Since it was the Christmas season her hair was now fire engine red with bright green tips. The cast and crew had come to love this little quirk and often tried to guess what color her hair would be next.
He was still glancing over at Shane when Keith’s voice caught his attention. “Did any of you guys get a drawing as a gift?” When his question received several positive answers he frowned “Do you know who it was from? A fan maybe?”
“It was Shane,” said Emmet, startling everyone.
“Shane?” asked Keith, his eyebrows rising. “I didn’t know she could draw.”
“She’s an amazing artist, look at the one she gave me,” answered Nicole before pulling out her phone and showing everyone the photograph she had taken of the drawing. It was of the musician playing her violin while spinning around on stage. Shane had caught her mid-spin, with her skirts flowing around her and a brilliant smile on her face.
Apparently Nicole wasn’t the only one who had taken a photo of their gifts and everyone was amazed to see the unique presents that Shane had given them. The drawing of Keith depicted him crouched low on his skateboard, his arms spread wide, and his hair blowing behind him.
Ryan’s drawing was of him playing his guitar while sitting backstage, his brow furrowed as he worked out the chords to a new song.
George was shown talking on the phone, a huge smile on his face which made everyone guess that he was talking to either Carrie or Sarah.
Neil had his guitar balanced across his knees but he wasn’t playing, he was laughing at something with his head tipped back in joy.
Shane had even remembered Daniel and had drawn a picture of him making paper airplanes behind his tutor’s back, the mischievous gleam in his eyes making everyone laugh.
Every single member of the cast and crew had received their own unique drawing from Shane which was a huge step for the young woman. For the first time she had really reached out and attempted to connect with her co-workers.
Eventually everyone had wanted to thank Shane for her gifts and soon the techie was surrounded. Her cheeks burned the same color as her hair as she was showered in praise for her work.
Emmet stood back and watched as Shane paused to speak to each person, telling them more about the drawings and reluctantly accepting the praise. Eventually it was too much for the young woman and she silently slipped away the moment the conversation turned away from her.
Shane took a deep breath and she headed out onto the balcony, the cold air felt good as it filled her lungs. After a moment she realized that she had forgotten her jacket but didn’t want to head back inside to grab it. Wrapping her arms around herself she stared out over the illuminated city, her breath forming clouds in front of her.
A few minutes later the noise from the party peaked then lowered as the outer door was opened. She smiled in thanks as her leather jacket was slipped over her shoulders.
“You looked cold.”
Shane didn’t reply, she just kept staring out at the city.
“Thank you for my gift, it was…I don’t think there‘s enough words to describe it.”
“You’re welcome. And thank you for mine.” Emmet smiled in response. He had given Shane a large carved box full of pencils, charcoals, inks, and everything in between. On top of that he had added half a dozen large sketchbooks to the set, one of them bound in leather with her name embossed onto the cover.
“I can’t believe that you drew everyone from the tour! Where did you find the time?”
Shane shrugged and walked over to the railing, wrapping her hands around the icy rail. “I worked on them here and there. Mostly when we were traveling but whenever I had some downtime I drew.” She paused and wet her lips. “It was my way of thanking everyone. They’ve had to deal with so much from me it was my way to repay them.”
“It was amazing. I know you really blew them away with that.”
Wrapping her arms around herself once more Shane resisted the urge to rock back and forth. Even though she had only been outside for a few minutes without her jacket she had a chill that wouldn’t go away. She didn’t want to go back to the party but she was freezing and was to the point where her teeth were nearly chattering.
Suddenly she felt a warmth along her back as Emmet stepped up behind her. She held her breath as his arms tentatively wrapped around her. Shane stiffened for a moment before relaxing into the embrace, leaning back against Emmet’s strong chest.
The young man smiled to himself and pulled Shane closer, loving how she fit perfectly into his arms. They stood gazing over the city, content to stay where they were. Even when a light snow began to fall neither one moved and they both realized, deep down, that their relationship was changing and after tonight nothing would be quite the same.
Emmet hoped that Shane would be able to see him as more than a friend but at the same time he didn’t want her to feel rushed or to push her into anything that she might not want. If he only had this one night, this one moment then he would be content.
On the other hand Shane discovered that for the first time in a long time she felt a small measure of comfort. She wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to heal from the wounds of her past but she knew that she wanted to try. There were actually people willing to help her, willing to fight for her, and who were willing to let her do things at her own pace. That was, hands down, the best gift she could have been given.
As the snow fell across the city the two enjoyed their embrace, clinging to each second and enjoying their moment of peace together.
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 6, 2012 21:12:17 GMT -5
speechless by how wonderful this story is written and how unique it is...i am seriously jealous...haha update soon!
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