What am I doing here? Those were the words that had flooded Saryn's mind since she showed up at The View, a low key club a few blocks from her small apartment. Her friend Anjali had set her up on a blind date, one of those "friend of a friend" things, saying they would "look cute together" meaning they were both single and lonely. Only, Saryn wasn't lonely. She had finally broken up with her loser of a boyfriend for five years and was relishing in not having to bother with someone else. Alright, perhaps she was a bit lonely, but she wouldn't ever think about letting anyone know that.

Besides, the guy was a no show. Saryn had been waiting close to an hour now, trying to turn down the offers of drinks nicely but with each added martini to her small table brought by the flirty waiter, her frustration amplified. The worst part was that she knew it wasn't for anything but a physical reason behind each offer. Anjali had told the guy that she would be wearing a black shirt and skirt, and the clothes she described—the clothes she was wearing now—were the most revealing things she had worn in the past year. She worried every time she uncrossed her legs she was giving the guys across the bar a "preview".

Yeah, a preview to getting their hopes up, Saryn thought. She wasn't the type to put out so soon.

She collapsed her head in her hands when she saw the waiter heading back over with a smirk on his face. As he neared her table, she turned around and slid off the stool, meaning to leave before he could get to her.

However, the little bastard must have "make Saryn Colliers life a living hell" programmed into his small brain, because he grabbed her shoulder, preparing to stop her.


Sam watched the only lone young woman in the bar. She looked as if she was going to hit something or someone. He had been observing for the past hour, and he already knew much about her. She was very easy to read. For one she wasn't comfortable with what she was wearing, she kept trying to get her skirt to cover more of her long legs when she thought no one was watching. He also thought either she had a boyfriend or she was a lesbian by the way she was turning down those poor lads left and right. But then again he could be wrong. She might just have a little more pride than she lets on.

He looked as she slid off her seat causing her already short skirt to hike up another inch. The waiter, a greasy creep by the way he had been talking before Sam had gone onstage, made his way toward the girl for the umpteenth time tonight. Pathetic, preying on her like a shark.

Then he did something Sam didn't think the wretch had balls enough to do. He actually grabbed her, quite hard by the look on her face.

"Alright folks, we're about to take a break, but until then I would like to tell that creep of a waiter right there to keep his hands off my girlfriend. And thank you all you guys for trying to keep her… hydrated." Sam finished sarcastically.

The look she gave him could have made him wish he was dead, but Sam knew better than that. She was just being stubborn.

"This is for you, darling," he added just to see what she'd do and then he began playing a low soft melody.

He didn't lift his eyes from hers, silently daring her to stay. She stood, completely still. Listening. He went into the chorus with all he had.

There cant possibly be a stronger feeling

Than what I'm feeling for you.

If this isn't love,

If this isn't the love

That countless songs and poems were written for,

That people have lived for,

That people have died for,

Then I don't think there is such a thing.

And that doesn't matter.

Whether what I feel is love,

Or something nameless,

It's all for you.

He continued to the guitar solo. Soft. Slow. Beautiful. This was something he had been saving, but he couldn't think of a better way to use it—or a more entertaining way.

When he finished, and all eyes were on either him or her, he walked off the stage, guitar still in hand, over to her. She had a question in her sapphire eyes, as he lowered his mouth to hers.

"Go with it." He whispered hoarsely, before their lips met.

What was she supposed to do, turn him down like she did everyone else? Slap him? Completely embarrass him-- and herself? None of the ideas seemed to work. So for once she just did what he and her body told her to do. She went with it.

It seemed to last forever but still not long enough. Saryn cursed her mind for flickering back to the staring people when her body was completely enjoying this stranger's kiss. Her eyes fluttered open and to her hormones chagrin she pulled away.

"Um…" she could feel her cheeks reddening and her voice cracking. She tried to think but a side effect of this guy's kiss must be losing all control of body and mind. "Um… I-i'm going to go now…" Saryn patted the guy on the shoulder awkwardly before walking through the maze of people and out the door.

Digging her keys out of her pocket she swore at herself for whatever it was that happened in there. She unlocked her door and then lowered herself into the driver's seat, and proceeded to drive back to her apartment. Alone. After that little make out session, going home alone was the last thing she wanted.

"Dude, what's with her?" The waiter asked after the door shut.

"She gets embarrassed easily." Sam said, staring out the glass where he could still she her heading for her car, the wind making her curly blonde hair tease her face. She looked like a muse under the streetlight and when she lifted her head up to stare at the dark sky, he knew he had to talk to her again. This could not be a coincidence.

"Samuel Tanner Adams, what the hell was that?" His brother, best friend and fellow bad mate strode up to him, his arms crossed and his face serious.

"I don't know, man," Sam raked a hand through his black hair.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, truly confused. This wasn't like Brett, normally you couldn't stop his constant onslaught of jokes, and frankly the serious face was giving Sam goose bumps.

"'What do you mean' he says." Brett scoffed, "look man, you walk off stage and start kissing some babe, and you just let her walk away?"

This was more like it.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Go after her, of course," Brett said matter-of-factly.

"She'll think I'm a creeper." Sam looked straight at him.

"Oh, little brother, it surprises me sometimes how stupid you are." Brett put his hand on his brother's shoulder and continued, "Sam, you are a creeper, otherwise you wouldn't have kissed her in the first place." He paused for a second pivoting to see around Sam. "Mark, what are you doing?" Brett asked, his tone, annoyed.

"It seems Saryn left her purse." Mark was looking at a black wallet that he had pulled out of the purse.

"Who?" both Brett and Sam asked incredulously, Mark seemed to be a few cookies short of the cookie jar.

"Your girlfriend?" It was Mark's turn to look at them in disbelief. "You know, the one you just played tonsil hockey with? Complete babe? Blonde?" He showed them the driver's license.

"Jesus, Mark, I know who you're talking about—I mean, she is my girlfriend." Sam stumbled through his words.

"Hand it over, Mark." Brett held out his hand and Mark placed the black bag down, "You know, Sammy Boy, you can tell a lot about a girl by the contents of her purse." The look he gave his brother was full of mischief, and he hosted an impish grin.

"I'm not digging though her things, Brett." Sam kept a firm voice.

"Who said you were going to?" Without another word Brett walked off, the bag resting on his right shoulder.


She could not believe it.

She remembered grabbing her purse before she got up from her table last night. Then that punk got in her way and she was too embarrassed to remember much of anything let alone her bag. That meant it had to be there still—at least she hoped it was. The last thing she needed was some creep picking through her stuff.

Saryn let out an impressive string of curses.

Of course, she did not want to go to The View. What if he or that incorrigible waiter were there? Seeing any of them again could lead only to disaster. That, plus the events of last night would exceed her embarrassment quota for a lifetime.

On the other hand, it would give her the perfect opportunity to give him a piece of her mind. To tell him just how rude it was to kiss her until she felt dizzy or how rude it was to make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the room thanks to that song, and then let her leave knowing she was nothing but a pawn in his little game to liven up his night. Stupid punk.

Saryn stopped in her rampage, grabbed her keys and left her apartment, slamming the door so hard the walls shook as the sound carried through the halls.

She was going to do it. She was going to march down there and tell that proud loser what was what.

Saryn was caught such a rush of adrenaline and trepidation it didn't register the first time her name was called, or the second, or the third. In fact, she was halfway to her car when he caught up, skidding out inches in front of her.

"In a hurry?"

Who was it up there that hated her so much? Was it because she faked being sick last Wednesday so she could skip work and go to a movie with Anjali? Or maybe it was because she didn't go to church regularly.

Of course, as luck would have it, the chest of the guy from last night was mere inches from her face. And to her chagrin, instead of trying to come up with something smart to say, her brain decided to acknowledge just how tall he was and imagine just how it would feel to be back in his arms.

How dare her brain do this to her, she had yet to think up her long and witty speech she was going to make him endure. No, she was stuck staring up at him, her mind going blank of all words. Only him. Dammit. Only him and his intimidating height, his gorgeous eyes, reminding her of onyx jewels, his strong jaw that made her want to trail kisses along it.

A flash of red spread through her face, as she tried to clear her thoughts.

"Y-yes, I am actually. Now if you don't mind I have to go get—my purse!" She exclaimed upon seeing him reveal it from behind his back. He held it out in front of her face. "Thank God," she reached for it but of course, since the cruel and unusual punishment seemed endless, he pulled it away, up above his head and out of her reach.

"I don't think so. Perhaps a little talk is in order first." Saryn wanted to slap that smug smile off his face.

"I don't think so. Look, I just want my bag so I can go on pretending that whatever that was last night never happened." Saryn squared her shoulders and raised her chin.

"Do you always try so hard to go against destiny?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Destiny? Kissing some stranger in a bar, that's destiny? I think some one should give you a Webster dictionary and thesaurus because your vocabulary is seriously lacking. It sounds much more like a mistake to me."

"Believe me if I had one I'd make you look up stubborn and defiant just to give you a few more ways to describe yourself."

"Me? Stubborn and defiant? I am not the one stalking some stranger. How do you know I'm not married or something?"

"I would say too young, but you never know these days." He shrugged, "Besides, you kissed me back." He added nonchalantly.

"What?" she choked, taking a step back. "I did not!"

"Oh yes, you did." He smiled wickedly.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are—"

"Samuel Adams."

"I'm Saryn." She held out her hand nervously, not exactly sure what to do. "Nice to meet you." He shook her hand.

"Truthfully, I'm still wondering if I can say the same to you without lying."

"I must say, your cutting honesty is quite refreshing." Sam lowered the purse just so her fingertips could graze the bottom of the leather.

"I hate you." She said jumping and finally grabbing hold of her bag. She felt like an idiot.

"There it is again." He smiled as she draped it around her, the strap resting on the center of her chest. Saryn noticed where his gaze had wandered and she scoffed.

"You know, you have a lot of nerve," she called over her shoulder as she turned and began to walk to her car. "And this was interesting, I admit, but fortunately I have a life I must get back to."

Sam followed quickly to where she was lowering herself into a small silver Kia Rio. He closed the door for her as she strapped her seatbelt on. Sam bent down so he could see her through the window. Out of courtesy—and curiosity—Saryn pressed a button, sending the glass partition down a few inches, showing his roguish coal black eyes.

"If you ever care to take a break from that life of yours, you know where to find me. I play at The View every other night."

"Thanks for the offer, but I doubt I'll be taking you up on that." She smiled sweetly, rolled her window up, placed the car in reverse and backed out of her parking spot.

Sam watched as the girl drove off.

"Fair enough." He shook his head in amusement, "Fair enough."


It was three days later that she found herself in the View parking lot. Just as before, she asked herself what she was doing there, wondering if perhaps the stranger's kiss had messed with her brain somehow. Perhaps stolen a few brain cells? She looked from the door of the club to the key in the ignition and back again before giving an exasperated sigh and crawling out of her small car.

Just to tell the creep to back off, she assured herself. She couldn't think straight with the idea that he might appear out of no where like before by her car.

Truthfully, she couldn't think straight with the idea of his kiss and his arms, and his eyes, his beautiful eyes. She forced herself to stop. This was not a good idea.

She had reached the door and had turned around when she heard it open again, the crunch of shoes on gravel followed her.

"Well if it isn't Saryn Collier. If I remember right you said you were too busy with life to bother to stop in to see me, or is this some crazy coincidence?" The voice didn't surprise her but it sent chills up her back anyway.

"All I wanted was to tell you how-h-how…" She turned around to stare at his chest again. This was beginning to get annoying. Saryn wasn't used to being intimidated and it infuriated her that some stranger who just happened to kiss her could do it so easily.

"How amazing a singer I am. No, I have it, how amazing a kisser I am," He smirked, "I have to admit you were pretty amazing yourself."

Saryn put her hand up to silence him. He did, but he also laced his fingers with hers. She stared at their entwined hands for a moment, his were a dark tan and hers contrastingly pale, before coming to her senses and shaking his hand off.

"Look, I just wanted to say goodbye indefinitely," she nodded, thinking that sounded nice and quickly added, "and thanks for returning my bag."

"Your welcome," Sam said, "but you don't really want to say goodbye."

"I beg your pardon?" He leaned up against a car.

"You don't want to say goodbye. You want to see me again."

"You are definitely certifiable." She shook her head.

"Saryn."

The tone in his voice made her turn back to face him, "what?"

"I'm very persistent."

"Oh no." She walked back over to him, "Alright, so what does a girl have to do to get you to go away?"

"Go on a date with me."

"How did I not see that coming?" She scoffed.

"One date, and you can decide after that if you want to say goodbye indefinitely. But you have to give me one chance to show you how much you don't want to say goodbye."

"You are one of the craziest people I've met." She smiled, she couldn't help it, the hopeful look on his face would have made anyone do it.

"I'll take that as a yes." He grinned.

"Alright so when are we doing this date thing?" she flitted her hand as she skirted around the word.

"Well, how about breakfast?"

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah, you know, most important meal of the day? Eggs and bacon? Ring any bells?"

"I know what breakfast is," she snapped.

"Alright then, I'll just finish this gig and we'll go." Sam turned to go back inside.

"What?"

His step didn't falter, instead she was hurrying to catch up with him.

"I get done at one, we can go after that."

"but-"

"Problem?"

"No, not really," She couldn't not go; he was too interesting, annoying, but interesting.

"Alright, well your table is saved, I knew you'd come around some time." She nearly laughed when she saw the table she has sat at four days ago, a single red rose in a small vase.

"Impossible, utterly impossible," Saryn muttered to herself as she sat down.

He was an incredible singer she had concluded after the first hour. From slow sad songs to fast paced rock, he was able to hold his own. She couldn't help but watch him. She almost didn't notice the guy bearing an uncanny resemblance to Sam playing along with his guitar. His brother, she guessed, older.

Every once and a while, he would get a small break and he would come and ask her a question. What her favorite color was –blue— then he played Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin; what her favorite season was—winter—afterwards he sung Winter by Joshua Radin.

"What's your favorite food?" He asked, leaning on the table.

"You're going to sing me a song about waffles?" Saryn asked, a smile tugging at her lips. She had smiled more times tonight than she had in the last month.

"No, I'm going to take you out to eat waffles," He raised an eyebrow, "That is unless you would prefer a song about waffles, I'm sure I could come up with something."

"No that's alright. I think I'll spare you the humiliation."

"If you wanted to spare me humiliation you could have agreed to go out with me the first time I asked." He helped her into her jacket.

"I thought you were persistent, now you're saying you rather I just be easy like every other girl?"

"Touché." He laughed, "No, I like that you're not like every other girl, you keep me on my toes. I was beginning to worry you were never going to come back."

"Oh really, and before you sounded so sure of yourself," She let him open the door for her.

"I'm a good actor."

"Thanks for the warning."

"Hey, Sammy Boy, wait up," the look Sam gave the new comer should have had him stumbling back and running away. Instead he came over and patted him on the shoulder. It was the brother. Up close they looked much more alike, if that was even possible. They had the same build and stature, the same color hair, and she could tell that the older one had probably had his nose broken at least once before. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice so Saryn couldn't hear.

"Tell me now if you plan on bringing her home cause there are these really really gorgeous twins and I'm not sure what you two might walk in on."

"Ew, that is disgusting." Sam hissed, "It's just a date, I'm not taking her home."

"Call it whatever you want," the brother returned back to his normal volume and straightened up, "But if it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, and looks like a duck, it's probably a duck."

"He better not be calling me a duck," Saryn muttered to Sam who broke out in laughter as did his brother who had over heard.

"You know what, I like you, name's Brett, and I see my baby brother has finally snagged himself a good one." Both Sam and Saryn's faces flushed with color, "Tell you what, I'll leave the back door unlocked." He winked at the two and walked away humming a made up tune.

"Your brother is very interesting."

"It's usually best to ignore him."

"Dually noted."

"So where are we going?" She asked for the third time. They had walked away from the parking lot and while it was not terribly cold she still didn't like the idea of being on the streets alone with some stranger. Some extraordinarily hot stranger perhaps, but a stranger none the less.

"We'll be there soon." They filled the minutes with scattered questions that popped into their heads and laughed even more.

"This is it," He finally said opening the door to a small hole in the wall restaurant.

"I have to admit I've lived in New York for most of my life and I've never even seen this place." She looked around at the cozy diner. It was completely empty.

"Well with hours like my brother's and mine, we've found a couple of good places up and going when others aren't. And since we're in a bar every other night for hours on end it's nice to go somewhere different. Plus this is the only place with 24 hour breakfast close to the View." He turned to an open doorway, "May? Miss May?"

"Is that you, Samuel?" A small voice asked.

"Yeah it's me." He smiled as an aged women walked out from the back of the kitchen.

"Oh my dear," she gasped, "And who is this pretty young thing you've brought in?"

"Saryn," She held out her hand but the tiny woman ignored it and grabbed her up into a hug instead.

"It's nice to meet you Miss Saryn. What brings you here with Samuel?" She inched closer to Saryn and asked in a conspiratorial whisper, "A date, perhaps?"

"Yes, a date, but don't tell him." The women let out a loud laugh so challenging to her body that it was almost comical.

"Nonsense, nonsense. Now what can I get you two?"

"Well, I would like strawberry waffles, please," Saryn supplied looking at the menu on the counter.

"Me too, please," Sam added. May was small but efficient and Saryn declared that they were the most remarkable strawberry waffles she had ever had. They had stayed hours long after finishing their food simply talking until around four when Saryn had given away her drowsiness by yawning.

"We should probably get going, I forget that most people don't have the same schedule as me, with my luck you'll probably have work tomorrow." Sam said apologetically after they bid goodbye to May, she made Saryn promise to come back again sometime soon, and gave Sam a wink.

"Today," She said in between two more yawns.

"What?"

"It's four in the morning."

"Oh wow, it is. Where did the time go?" He turned around when he realized Saryn wasn't next to him anymore.

"My feet are killing me," Saryn said pulling off a heel.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think about that." He grabbed hold of her shoulder so she wouldn't fall. She liked his touch way too much, she decided and needed to get out of reach before she did something she might regret.

"No problem, it's so nice out tonight I barely even noticed." She held the pair of shoes in one hand and continued walking.

With Sam's much longer strides he caught up to her in seconds and slowed to match her pace.

They walked, never a silent moment, all the way to the View where their cars sat at opposite sides of the parking lot.

Sam didn't look twice at his car as they passed it and headed for Saryn's.

"So, have you come to a decision?" He asked nervously when they reached her car. The truth was she had been thinking about it since he proposed the idea to her and she had long ago come to her decision.

Without the slightest hesitation she stood on her tip toes and kissed him. He seemed taken aback at first but only for a single millisecond, then he was euphoric.

"Wait so was that a 'goodbye-indefinitely' kiss or—" She silenced him with another kiss.

"I told you." He smirked.

"Don't push it, man." She poked him in the chest, it was hard muscle. Dear God, she wanted to kiss him again. Instead she busied herself finding her keys in her purse. She looked up at him to say goodbye and he took the words right out of her mouth, with a kiss.


Saryn and Sam had been dating ever since. They became almost inseparable.

Sam and Brett's band had taken off and hit it big with the addition of a drummer, David, and with Brett switching to bass. They climbed the charts and all with Saryn at their sides. Brett and David had long gotten used to having her around and she was like part of the family.

Saryn brought her friend Anjali into the circle, who claimed to indirectly been the cause of Saryn and Sam's relationship.

Surprisingly, everything seemed to be going well despite the small spats. Saryn was majoring in English and Communications and Anjali was biding her time waiting for a chance to audition for Julliard by going to the community college and Sam was taking a few classes at the University.


"Quite possibly the best glutes in the city," A blonde said, looking at a picture of Sam, David and Brett on their cd cover, nearly drooling.

"I saw him first. Mine." Her shorter brunette friend retorted, snatching the still wrapped cd out of the blonde's hands.

"Nuh uh. He's got a little lady now. Besides how can you say that, they're fully clothed," The third friend said with a definite pout.

"Wait-- What? Little lady? Since when?" The first two asked simultaneously.

"Didn't you watch Premiere last night? Yeah, he was being interviewed and all of a sudden he pulled this girl up to him and kissed her right in front of the camera. It was really quite cute," she continued, ignoring the hostile looks for that small comment, "Anyway, the reporter was just as shocked as you guys. Probably jealous."


"So, Sam, many of your fans have been wondering who this muse is you are always writing about in your section of the cd covers. I dare say, the fans are getting quite jealous."

"Well—" he seemed as if to not even hear the question, for he was too busy scanning the crowds. Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Could you hold on for one moment." The woman looked as if she was going to object but her image was cut off as the camera followed the lead singer.

Saryn stood there a mix between horror and humor showing on her face as Sam pulled at her arm. When it looked as if she wasn't going to budge he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. A light shade of pink crept across her face and she nodded at him, albeit reluctantly. Her eyes never left his as he raised the red velvet rope so she could duck underneath it. Sam still held onto her hand but she remained an arm length away. That is until he pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to hers.

Automatically the camera zoomed in on the couple who seemed to forget there was such a thing.

"Oh my dear," The reporter's voice entered again but the camera stayed zoned in on its targets.

"Hey, man, how about you give my brother and his girl a little peace?" Brett's face appeared hiding the two and the cameraman, with a few mumbled choice words too low for the microphone to catch, turned back to where the reporter was standing with David and Brett.

"So, your new album is coming out tomorrow, what have you got to say about that?" The woman asked the two band mates politely but, it was impossible to miss how her eyes seemed to look beyond the camera longingly, mourning the loss of a good interview now that she had so many more questions for the rising star.

"Yes, our new album, What Would You Say, is out tomorrow and you should all make sure to go and get it." Brett said into the camera.

"Also make sure to check out our sneak preview to the title song What Would You Say tonight at midnight on For Your Entertainment," added David in his low baritone voice.

"Sorry," Sam apologized as he came into view, "I couldn't help it, I had to leave early this morning and didn't get to say good morning."

"No problem, Sammy Boy," Brett patted his brother on the back hard, "We understand."

"We were just discussing your new album coming out tomorrow," the reporter turned her back on Brett and David, her attention concentrated on the new girl.

Sam and Saryn shared a loving smile.

"Oh, did I just detect a little lover's look there, what's that all about?"

"It's their two year anniversary tomorrow," Brett exclaimed. The woman looked perturbed but she acted as if she didn't hear anything. Sam shot his brother a grin then looked back at Saryn.

"It'll be our two year anniversary tomorrow," he answered, pulling Saryn's hand up to his lips and brushing them across her pulse. Her face turned pink but she couldn't pull away.

"Aw, that's so cute. Is there anything you'd like to say to your fans?" The reporter asked holding the microphone in between Sam and Saryn. As he noticed the dismayed look on Saryn's face, Brett, the ever-protective big brother stole the microphone from the reporter.

"Yeah, I'd like to say something, stop writing homoerotic fanfics about Dave and me!" Brett said, pointing a finger at the camera.

"Sorry," David mumbled.

The group burst out in laughter and the reporter managed to thank them and signal for the camera to be turned off through her high pitched giggles.

"So it looks like the world has caught word of you guys." David threw his arms around Saryn and Sam.

"Oh, joy," Her tone of voice was so contradicting to her words the three guys snickered. "You know, I'm not feeling so well," Saryn's expression was one of intense pain, "I think I'm just going to go—"

"Calm down," Sam told her, squeezing her small hand in his, "You'll be fine."

"So what are we going to do now?" David asked.

Saryn shrugged, "Runaway? Drown myself in the Hudson Bay?" Sam's bright face dimmed as she said that, "If all else fails, maybe disguise myself as a Romanian folk dancer."

"Or we could give them exactly what they want?" he encouraged.

"What?" Saryn gasped.

"Yeah, come on Sammy Boy, since when have you been such a conformist?" Brett teased and in return he was subtly elbowed in the stomach.

"Who knows, maybe seeing the looks on their faces will be just as entertaining as watching you dress up as Saryn the Transylvanian Singing Sensation?"

"I hardly doubt that," she pouted but followed the band into the large concert hall, gasping at all the people. Slowly they made their way to the front. Saryn scanned the full amphitheatre and let out a long complementing whistle, "I can't believe you guys can sing in front of so many people. Don't you get nervous?"

"Of course not," Sam winked and sat down next to her in the front row.

"Where are you going?" Saryn asked, concerned. "Are you not feeling well, you keep fidgeting, should we go home?" It was true, Sam hadn't been able to stop moving. Every few minutes his hand moved down to his coat pocket, fished around, and reappeared empty.

"We've got to go on soon, so we have to go backstage."

She held onto his hand, "Alright but hurry back," She kissed the center of his palm and slowly set it down, "Good luck. I'll miss you." Saryn let out a small yawn. It was nearly midnight and she just wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and fall asleep but the premiere wouldn't be over for another thirty minutes. Perhaps once the guys get back she could convince Sam to go home early.

"Don't worry, love, I have a feeling you'll be seeing me quite soon." He left her and hurried to catch up with the other two. She stared at the door he disappeared into for a few lingering moments before turning back to the stage.

--Backstage—

"Dude, you look like you're going to be sick." David walked up to Sam and handed him a water, "You think you're going to be able to do it? Just sell yourself over to the dark side?"

"Come on, Davey, don't be so dramatic. Sam knows exactly what he's getting himself into," Brett paused for a second before snickering, "until death do they part," he added wickedly.

"Sam, you're only 24, you're entering your main partying years, are you sure you want to do this now?" It took him a second before he could find his voice but, when he did the words came strong and sure.

"I'm totally sure." Sam looked up at his best friends, "I know you guys like the girl as much as I do—"

"No way Sammy Boy, I have nothing but sibling-like feelings towards Saryn, no need to get carried away."

"Me too, man," David added, "and don't worry, we're just giving you shit. Now, it's about time. You got the ring?"

"Of course he has the ring! He hasn't been able to stop fiddling with it. I could have sworn he was going to drop it out of his pocket when we were sitting, the way he kept messing around with it." Brett slapped a hand to his forehead. "Do you realize you could have given it away then?"

"Look, I'm sorry for being a little worried. What if she says no?"

"Are you kidding?" They both asked at the same time.

"Boys, you've got five minutes." A woman in all black called back to them, a clipboard in her hands.

"Thanks," Brett and David replied, Sam on the other hand was still a little green faced.

"Are you alright, sir?" She asked, "I couldn't help but overhear your previous conversation and I thought—"

"Actually, could you do me a favor?" Sam perked up slightly. She looked at him perplexedly, "I have a few questions about the lights…"

"And now, rascals if there ever were any, The FireStarters!" the man called and ushered the three onto the stage. Thousands of fans cheered and clapped, Saryn herself, wolf whistled, making Sam grin, though he couldn't possibly know it was her. The host disappeared and Brett brought his bass alive, soon joined by David on the drums and Sam with his guitar.

Hey little lady

You've got me going crazy

Your messing with my mind

And toying with my heart

I almost don't know what to say

But

What would you say

If I grabbed you

and swore to never let go

What would you say

If I gave you your every desire?

what would you do

If I said you turn my blood into fire?

What would you do

If I dragged you back to bed for the third time in a row?

See what you've got me saying?

I'm completely hopeless

I get lost in those eyes and

I don't want to leave

But all I want to know is

What would you say

If I grabbed you

and swore to never let go

What would you say

If I gave you your every desire?

(guitar solo)

I said

What would you do

If I asked you to be mine tonight

I said

What would you say

If I asked you to be mine tonight

Until the day we die?

The music was cut off suddenly and the only sound left was Sam's voice repeating the last line. Saryn thought she was going to swallow her heart. This better not be some kind of joke, she thought to herself fiercely.

Sam was left squinting at the spot where Saryn sat, the lights blinding him. As if on cue the lights turned off and a few squeals were heard through out the crowd.

She new he was there before he grabbed her hands. But that was always as it had been. They were connected.

He was holding her left hand when the lights came back on, a spotlight directly on the couple. The audience seemed stunned into silence as he pushed the silver ring onto her finger, the sapphire glistening in the brightness.

"Saryn Muse Collier," Sam's voice was strong and didn't seem to quaver at all, but Saryn couldn't miss the fragile look in his eyes, "What I'm trying to say is: will you be mine, and only mine, from tonight until the day we die?" Her eyes were swimming with tears when she gave a slight nod. It was all he needed before pulling her into his arms and twirling her around. He set her down and kissed her soundly.

The audience immediately erupted into applause and whistles, but the two didn't seem to notice.

"How about we go home and start this honeymoon early?" He whispered into her ear.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Saryn said and then couldn't hold it anymore, she began laughing as she wiped away the tears she just realized were sliding down her cheeks. They hurried up the aisle and Saryn couldn't help but think about the next time they would do so. The thought only brought a brighter smile to her face.

"Well, it looks like not only have I lost my brother and lead singer I've gained a new sister." Brett's exultant voice boomed through the concert hall. "Careful guys, don't do anything I wouldn't do." The audience continued to laugh as the host came on, slightly frazzled by the sudden change of direction. Saryn and Sam closed the door on the sputtering man and they began their walk home.


"We at For Your Entertainment are praised to be able to give you the first interview with the newly wed Samuel Adams from top band FireStarters.

"Well Sam, what have you got to say for yourself? High jacking the annual Premiere Show and proposing to that young woman, your Saryn Muse Collier. Do tell us, is she famous somewhere, I have done so much research and haven't been able to pick up a single thing. Is she perhaps from a different country? She didn't say much, can she speak English?" The interviewer chatted on.

"What can I say, meeting Saryn was fate and falling in love with her was beyond my control, I was –am— in love and we all know people in love do crazy things. But I'm enjoying every minute of this insanity."

"Spoken like a true man in love," the woman giggled.

"And no, she isn't famous, but we both like it that way, there is no need for the competition that some celebrity couples get into." Sam smiled to himself.

"So are you saying you wouldn't want her to be famous?"

"No, I'm not saying that. I would never stop her from doing anything she wants. But I don't think she cares much about being famous. She puts up with a lot being with me, and sometimes I wonder if it's too unfair. Some might have gotten carried away; being with some celebrity but surprisingly he treats me as if I was a regular guy. We still go on dates and I buy her flowers and chocolates if we fight—but of course that doesn't always solve it. Right now, I am so happy. Right now, my challenge in life is to constantly be on her mind, while trying not to lose my own."

"Aww… So she isn't famous." The woman concluded, somewhat disappointed.

"Nope, and she can speak English better than anyone I know." He said proudly.

"You're so cute." She said, and Saryn wanted to claw the woman's eyes out as she watched from the commons room in the station with Brett and David who would be joining Sam in a minute. "Well, we need to go to a commercial before your fellow band members join us." She turned to the main camera, "stay tuned to hear what the future plans are for the band after these messages." Her voice was cut off as the image switched to a toothpaste commercial. Saryn turned away, uninterested.

"I missed you." Sam grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against his chest.

"I missed you too," She said, turning around to face him.

"Urgh, couldn't you guys get a room?" David pretended to hurl, "I just ate breakfast."

"Don't be so immature Dave, one day you'll be some poor slop in love just like our Sammy Boy." Brett said punching the drummer in the arm.

"Ah, don't hit so hard, I need that arm for the concert next week. And I think you've got us confused. I will be a bachelor for life. You on the other hand will be swept away by some leggy brunette. I'm perfectly fine with the groupies, and I'm pretty sure it will stay that way for a long time."

"Oh, David, you will be eating your words one day." Saryn laughed. The door opened and Anjali flew in unexpectedly.

"Well, Jeeze, it took me forever to convince them to let me in here. It's as if you guys are the new presidents of the United—freaking—States, they've got this place sealed up tighter than a crab's ass." She let out a long breath. "Your mother told me you would be here and I couldn't wait to tell you: I got in!"

"You got in!" Saryn repeated and ran out of Sam's arms to grab hold of Anjali's. The two jumped around singing the three words over and over again.

"Wait, what?" David asked turning to Sam.

"Julliard." He replied and walked over to give Anjali a hug. "Congratulations, Anjali."

"Yeah, Anj, Congrats. Wow, Julliard." Brett gave her a high five.

"What? How is it that you all know this and I don't?" Davis complained.

"Face it, you just don't pay attention." Anjali shrugged.

"One minute." A man interrupted, sticking his head into the room.

"Gotta go," Sam turned to Saryn and placed a small kiss on her nose.

"If you must," She sighed.

"I'll be back so quickly, you won't even know I –"

"Samuel Tanner Adams, get your ass out here!" David and Brett yelled and he rushed out.

"You two are so cute it's sickening." Anjali cringed, but chuckled and hugged her best friend.

"You are so awesome that it's sickening. I'm so proud of you!" She turned away dramatically and placed a hand to her heart, "My little, Anjie, is leaving me to become a star, whatever am I to do? Will she even remember me, one of the little people?"

"I'm not going that far. I'll still be in New York. Just at Julliard. And I could never forget you. I'll have to remember to thank you in my very first acceptance speech."

"You better." Saryn sniffled.

"Are you crying?" Anjali held her friend arms length away, a concerned look on her face.

"No, of course not." They hugged again.

"You're a horrible liar."

"I know."

"Alright, let's watch your hubbie act like some crazy man in love." They watched the band answer question after question; eventually Sam began to check his watch every two minutes, openly impatient.

"He is crazy, isn't he?"

"If you're just realizing that now, you're just as crazy."

"I guess we're made for each other then." They continued to watch as the host began to wind down the show and then the screen flipped to commercial.

"Well, I'm going to get going, don't forget about me now that you're all happily married and everything." Anjali made a funny face and slipped her bag over her shoulder.

"I would never," Saryn promised fiercely as Sam came to stand by her side.

"Alright, I'll see you all later." She waved as she shut the door behind herself.

"Wait, Anj," David hurried to the door, "I was wondering if you wanted to go to my place and celebrate this whole Julliard thing. You know, privately." The two Adams brothers burst out into laughter, Saryn's mouth hung open in shock. David shut the door and turned around. "She flipped me off," he said incredulously, which made Saryn join in the mirth.

"Did you really expect her to say yes?"

"I don't know what you're insinuating," He gave Saryn an accusing look, "but I just figured a little congrats would be good for her." David grabbed his coat and walked out.

"I better go make sure he doesn't get into any trouble." Brett chortled before walking out.

"What are we going to do with them?" Saryn asked, a smile on her lips as she placed her head on Sam's chest.

"I have no idea." He tilted her face up and planted a kiss on her forehead, "But we'll figure something out."

"So what now?"

"Well, you see, I've done a little bit of thinking about that Transylvanian Singing Sensation thing."

"Oh no."

"Oh, yes. I was wondering what all that entailed." He gave her a purely sinful smirk.

"You can't just let that go can you?" She started.

"No, no, I don't think so. I rather like getting you all flustered."

"Ooh, I hate you." Saryn scowled at him.

"Hate is but a feeling of passion." And he kissed her like he did in front of everyone at the Premiere, not caring at all about who might be around, only caring about her.

"Let's go home." She suggested.

"I agree. Then you can show me how much you hate me." He pulled her through the doorway and led her to their new life together.