Before You read this, please know that I own no person mentioned in this story except for Violet and Robbie, they are my own creation. Nor do I own the songs mentioned and used. This is purely fiction. Thank you!



<u> Davey's POV </u>

"Shit. Where'd it go!?" I half shouted as I searched frantically through the mess that consumed my bunk.

"Where'd what go?" Adam questioned, poking his head through the door obviously hearing the commotion I alone could create.

"My notebook!" I said hysterically.

"Well where'd you have it last?" How the hell could Adam be so damn calm? Didn't he know that my notebooks were my life?

"Uummm..." I gave up my search and stood up. "I think...shit! It's on the stage," I exclaimed running my fingers through my raven tresses.

"Well, maybe you should go get it then," Adam suggested. His tall frame leaned against the plastic doorframe causing it to creak.

"Yeah..." My eyes wandered over to my lover as my mind refused to stop panicking.

"Hey, hey. Calm down man! Just go back and get it." He chuckled. His bright blue eyes looked me over with only a look he could hold for me.

"I know. I know," I mumbled. I could feel my face grow tense as I thought about my dilemma.

"Would you like me to go with you?" My boyfriend taunted.

"No! I'm a big girl remember," I laughed, trying to let the stress ease off of me.

"Okay but I offered. And Davey?"

"Hmmm?"

"Don't get raped by any lingering fangirls," His blue eyes shone in the light as he said this.

"Haha!" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. "Don't worry. I can always take care of myself....sir," I swung my locks behind me and smirked at Adam.

"Sure..." He remarked and rolled his eyes right back.

"Bite me," And with that I left the bus, swishing my ass as I left.

* * * *
The back door to the building was locked but an officer outside the building let me in after I told him what had happened.

Inside the only people around were mainly janitors and stage crew to clean up after the show but that was all. No fans lingered around anymore.

"Damnit. I hope its still there," I muttered. Going up the stairs I followed the path to where I had stood earlier that night. I went carefully though Gosh forbid I trip over any wires or overturned stands unseen.

"Thank Gosh!" I gasped. My little composition book sat right where I left it before the show started.

My little notebooks went with me everywhere. They basically were a story, through poetry and lyrics of course, or my life. If I lost one, even an old one, it would be as if a piece of me was missing.

Quickly I bent down and grabbed the ragged book and walked down the stairs, down the isle of the concert hall and through on of the many double doors.

The air was crisp and cool and it felt wonderful against my skin. I exhaled and watched the air fog around me. I was amused that something so childish amazed me so much.

"Such a beautiful night tonight," I sang softly to myself. The moon was out and full, filling the sky with its mystical light even though the stars didn't shine as bright tonight the sky itself seemed as if it belonged in one of those postcards people ogle over.

Walking slowly through the tress, I soaked up as much as I could of the night. The quiet air, very different from the heat and passion that seemed to ooze from the concert earlier.

Wondering around the trees, skipping and swinging about childishly felt great. I started to sing again. Letting the fitting words escape from me and swirl into the night.

<i> I... I came here by day, but I left here in darkness
And found you, found you on the way
And now, it is silver and silent, it is silver and cold
You, in somber resplendence, I hold</i>

Then in the middle of my song, I heard it. A rustling of papers. My voice stopped as I scanned my surroundings, squinting in the dim light.

My eyes fell upon a halo of blonde sitting by a nearby tree. Knees up, she rested a composition book and was writing feverishly in it.

I crept closer, my curiosity getting the best of me. I was less then 3 feet away from her and still she hadn't notice me. Her hand still went at an unceasing speed.

I continued to creep forwards still watching her. Then my foot betrayed me. I had stepped on a small twig causing it to snap. I stopped and looked on in fear as the girls head snapped up, her writing now stopped.

Maybe it was the fact that I was caught sneaking or maybe it was the possibility that she was a crazed fan but either way I was a bit scared.