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response she received from the symphony patrons. She took her last bow and blew a kiss to the audience, making her way off the stage.
    She retired to her dressing room, barely having a moment to catch her breath before hearing the knock at her door. At first she thought it could be the man between the shadows and her soul. She gave the flowers a fleeting glance and casually replied, “The door’s open.”
    “Great job tonight, Sis,” Tom cheered as he rushed into Sarah’s dressing room and closed the door to the stream of people walking the hall.
    Although Sarah and Tom Brooks were siblings, they didn’t look alike in the least. Sarah favored their fair Germanic father, while Tom took after their Italian mom. They did however share the same quirky sense of humor, work ethic, and prodigious musical ability.
    “Thanks,” she smiled, rising from her chair to give him a hug. “Did the parents send you tonight?”
    “Um, no.”
    “It’s okay, Tom. I know they wanted to be here. You, on the other hand,” she teased, poking him in the ribs, “probably had a kegger to attend and instead dressed up and came to watch your big sister play Tchaikovsky.”
    “No kegger, but I did meet an amazing girl.”
    “I need details,” she said as she gave him her undivided attention.
    “Brown hair, brown eyes, double major, Comparative Literature and Journalism.”
    “And?” Sarah urged him to continue.
    “I dunno. There’s something about her. It’s like she makes me feel comfortable to just be me. She works at the Starbucks on Vine.”
    “Really? That’s my Starbucks. Well, when I can get my butt out of bed in time to get coffee before rehearsal.” Sarah sank back into the chair at her dressing table, exhausted from the performance.
    “Check her out next time you’re in there. Put in a good word for me. This girl is really something,” Tom smiled.
    “I’ll tell her not to break my little brother’s heart.”
    “What the hell is all this?” Tom asked, noticing the flowers on her dressing table.
    “Ahhhh…” Sarah hesitated. “Those would be purple roses from a secret admirer.”
    “You’re joking, right?”
    “Actually, I’m not,” she mumbled. “You can read the card if you like.”
    “I love you in secret, between the shadow and the soul. Damned if I know what that means,” he smirked.
    Sarah shrugged as if she didn’t know or care, but secretly she loved the idea of someone watching and loving her from afar.
    “Wait. You took a rose on stage with you tonight. Do you think he was here?”
    “I dunno,” Sarah quipped concealing a smile.
    “You love this romantic shit.”
    “So what if I do? You could learn a few things from this man.”
    “Is having a secret admirer on your bucket list or something?”
    “God, no. Anyway, I don’t have a bucket list,” Sarah admitted.
    “Me neither. But I have a pretty extensive fuck it list.”
    “Seriously, Tom?”
    “What if he’s creepy, Sarah?” he asked, not wanting to address his last comment. “What if he’s dangerous?”
    “You worry too much. This is just a nice person being nice to me.”
    “This dude’s more than nice. He’s professing his love for you. Do you have any idea who it is?”
    Sarah shook her head and looked away. The truth was, Sarah Brooks had never been in love. She could never get the hang of it. In her opinion, men needed to be stroked – and often. With a string of businessmen, musicians, composers and artists on her list – she could never get serious with anyone. Her career came first and her violin always won the battle for her attention. It was something even the most self-assured man had trouble reconciling in his head and ego.
    And sex? For Sarah, great sex was like a unicorn, a Louis Vuitton sale or February thirtieth. It didn’t exist. When the occasion did arise, she had to remind herself to fake a good orgasm, choosing loud vowel sounds like aye, eee, oh and the popular ooh.
    “Are you going to find out