A/N: This story has been plagiarized before. Just a reminder that it is copyrighted, and that you will be caught if you ever plagiarize anybody else's work.

Fields of Gold

She met his eyes in the darkness of the crowd on a rainy night. She distinctly remembered the slightly husky voice of the singer, the rain drumming on the roof in accompaniment to the band. Everybody around her was sweaty, dancing and running into each other. She was sure some of them were stoned, with the glassy look in their eyes. She didn't like that; it ruined the purity of the music, distorting it, making it warped. She preferred the natural high, the freedom that music gave her. She lost herself, what made her Felicity Aurora Richards and turned her into anything she wanted to be.

The club was small, with poor lighting that affected the walls, changing them into an eerie red with an unnatural glow. The lights were swaying to the beat of the music as the people jumped and swayed and slammed themselves against the wall. The room was filled with a little bit under a hundred people, but all of them were moving.

She was shoved and pushed against the back of a large man, painfully slamming her jaw against his shoulder, but she shrugged and closed her eyes, once again flowing along with the crowd. She let it decide where she would go, she felt like she was part of something bigger, something flowing with a direction, like blood, like rain, like the endless melody that went on and on, guided by the singer's voice.

"I left the girl for another, she was beautiful, yes I know, but I was entranced, I had no choice because she was calling me across the blue…"

Then his voice faded into a guitar solo that was jagged and edged with despair. She was close to the stage now, with her back was up against the wood, she could feel it violently shake under the feet of the people and the music. She turned around to steady herself and looked up into ice blue eyes.

He was looking down while playing the guitar, his fingers running over the battered black and white electric, almost lovingly caressing the chords. There was a hollow look on his face, with sweat glistening on his skin, and that was what she loved. The focus, the intensity, and the way everyone of the band threw themselves into the music with reckless abandon. He held on to her gaze while he played on, the music connecting them, enfolding softly around them and they talked with their eyes.

Even when he sang the next line he kept his eyes locked on hers.

"Yes, she called me across the blue, she's my girl, my forever girl…"