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drummer; he gives a wave to V who beams back an adoring smile. A shorter guy than Lucas, with a surfer look, blonde hair, cut off shorts and a white t shirt picks up his blazing red guitar. And to the right of the stage, another member who totally looks like he stepped off the runway picks up his bass guitar. Lucas kicks off with a beat, and then the other two boys join in with their instruments. The crowd is cheering, holding up their beers saluting the loud assaulting music.
    I know I am holding my breath, along with a few other girls, who I can see are highly anticipating Jasper’s arrival. Seriously, why does he get a special entrance? I can hear from the bellow of screams before I even see him hit the stage. I don’t want to look up. Suddenly my pink umbrella is the best thing in the world.
    V kicks me and nods her head up at the stage. Fine, I’ll look. I wish I didn’t. Jasper is shielding his eyes from the blinding light, trying to catch sight of his fans. He has a huge smile on his face and looks at home on that stage. I tilt my head to the side taking in all things Jasper. Wearing a navy shirt over a white tight t-shirt, ripped snug black jeans riding low on his hips and combat boots, I can clearly see the defined shape of his muscles under the bright lights. Jasper is not big, but he is lean. He has muscles in all the right places and you can tell he works out. Under that shirt I know lies a well-defined, well looked after physique. He isn’t overly tall maybe 5’10, but on that stage he is a giant and he knows it if that smirk is anything to go by.
    Finally he holds onto that microphone like it’s his lifeline and sings his first note. Wow, my insides drop. He is not only beautiful, he is beautifully talented. He strums his guitar so gently, like it was created from the most fragile material. His muscled forearms are taut while playing the guitar and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I cannot stop looking at him; he is mesmerizing.
    V is singing along to the words while I smile at her excitement. I can tell she only has eyes for Lucas. Looks like she might be right, he may be THE one.
    Deep in thought, staring at the stage I catch Jasper’s eye. He sings a deep melody about broken dreams and lies, and is staring at me intensely. I turn around to look behind me; surely he’s not looking at me that way. I turn back and catch him smirk, shaking his scruffy locks which are sticking out in all directions. He IS looking at me. I suddenly am extremely self-conscious.
    V catches our weird looks and kicks me hard to get my attention. I turn to look at her as she mouths, ‘OMG.’
    I roll my eyes but internally I am mimicking her statement.

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    The show is fantastic; the boys are actually pretty good. We are waiting for Lucas to come join us as a DJ is programmed to play some tunes til 5am. It’s about 1am and my brain is in overdrive. I have not slept after my grueling flight but I am not tired. I wonder why, then stupid blue eyes pops into my head. Oh yes that’s the reason why. He knows I am here, he knows I have left Singapore. News flash Ava, he doesn’t care. He never did.
    I sullenly wipe my exhausted face and need some fresh air. I feel like I’m choking in here. I quickly push off my seat and motion to V I am going outside for a minute. I think she can tell by the grim look on my face why I need a breather.
    The fresh air hits me and it’s a relief. It’s like a slap in the face, something I need, to make me feel anything besides this anguish.
    There are a bunch of drunken girls squealing trying to get anyone’s attention. God, they make me sick. I turn to cross the road as I see a little, well lit park over there. I want to sit and recollect what the hell my life is. The feeling of being back home is overwhelming but it’s the happiest I have been in a while. But there is something missing and I know what or should I say who that is.
    Deep in thought, I fail to notice a