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said softly as she looked Penn in the eye. What she really meant was, you just made my night .

Saturday, January 25 th
    M ike had waited all week for this night. He’d barely been able to make it through the day knowing he was going to hear Sarah perform. He’d bought his ticket, a new suit and three dozen roses. The ticket was in the top pocket of his new Armani jacket, and the roses were being delivered precisely at 7:30 to her dressing room – one half hour before the performance. Mike had carefully researched the meanings of roses, and the purple sterling meant love at first sight. He couldn’t think of a better way to describe his feelings for the lovely Sarah Brooks.
    He knew from the show’s billing that she would be playing Sérénade Mélancolique in B flat minor Op. 26. along with other Tchaikovsky selections. He’d found the pieces on iTunes and had listened to them incessantly. At one point he questioned his own obsession with her, but then told himself he obsessed equally over any other so-called project he undertook. When it came to Sarah, he could rationalize almost anything away.
    When Sarah Brooks rushed into her dressing room, she was late as usual. She had a reputation for being a genius with her Stradivarius but a little spacey with her time management. As she tossed her coat and dress bag containing a black Gucci gown on the couch, she was overwhelmed by the display of purple roses gracing her dressing table. Three dozen, in fact. Lying alone with a single rose was a card.
    I love you in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
    There was no signature. No name.
    Already late, she dressed quickly and applied red lipstick. Her long blonde hair had been carefully pinned into a french twist for the performance and her blue eyes were showcased by the long eyelashes she wore for stage.
    Since her admirer didn’t have the balls to sign the card, she decided that if he were in the audience for the performance, she’d give him a little taste of his own medicine. Sarah Brooks was always game for a little fun, and the idea of taking charge of this clear advance made her smile.
    In the wings she could hear the orchestra tuning. Sarah took the stage in her sweeping black gown as the maestro followed. Their entrance caused a roar of applause and Sarah took a bow, taking in the accolades. She quickly shook the hand of the concertmaster and maestro before acknowledging the audience yet again.
    Sarah took her place front and center. In her hands she carried three things: her bow, her Stradivarius and a single purple rose, which she dropped at her feet.
    Mike was undone. He felt dizzy as his eyes transfixed on Sarah and his rose on stage. She began to play and his soul opened up.
    The first piece was amazingly expressive and beautiful and as her violin wept with the melancholy notes, Mike welled up and felt as if he might cry. He had no idea what was coming over him. She made him feel wild and out of control. Something Mike had never been. With each stroke of her bow, he fantasized Sarah was playing for him and him alone.
    When she finished the last piece, she took a bow to a standing ovation.
    Mike stood with the adoring crowd and shouted, “Brava!” as loud as he could, holding back the urge to rush the stage. He had worked hard for everything he’d ever had in his life. He wasn’t afraid of working just as hard to win Sarah’s love.
    The adoring crowd refused to subside and Mike looked around him, realizing everyone was as in awe of her as he was. When she finally took her last bow, Sarah picked up the rose and tossed it into the audience to an even bigger roar of applause. An older woman, two rows ahead of Mike, intercepted the flower as it flew through the air. Mike thought it would’ve been damn poetic if he’d caught it.
    Before she left the stage, he felt as if their eyes met briefly, but in the roar of the crowd it was hard to tell if she saw anyone.
    Sarah was exhausted and flattered by the