Jorey was in shock. Madison Duarte was still in L.A. and she was asking to come into her dressing room. “Sure…come in.”

Madison walked in and closed the door behind her. She slowly walked towards Jorey. She didn’t exactly know what to say. It was going to be a very awkward conversation. She stood beside the love seat and looked down at Jorey.

“You can take a seat. I don’t bite.” Jorey said motioning beside her.

Madison looked down at the cushion and then sat down, “Thanks.” There was a deafening silence between the two of them. It had never been that way between them since the day after Madison first kissed Jorey. “So, it looks like you’re doing well.”

“Yeah. I guess so. I graduated college and I got signed to the Fever. I guess you could say that things are looking up.” Jorey averted her eyes from Madison when she began speaking but then managed to lock onto the beautiful hazel orbs of Madison’s, “How are you doing?”

“I…well…I’m doing really good. I graduated college last year and I’m a reporter for the L.A. Daily. I was supposed to write a column on Ashley’s concert but I never expected this.”

“You’re telling me. I never figured in a hundred years that the one and only performance I did with Ash would let us run into one another again.”

Silence fell upon them again. Jorey took another drink of her water and Madison couldn’t help but keep staring at her. She had always wished that she could have another chance with Jorey. “So…”

“So…” Jorey finally looked Madison in the eyes again, “Look, I know that there are dozens upon dozens of things to talk about. But not tonight Madi. Okay?”

She called me Madi. She only called me Madi when we were on good terms. “Alright. Are you going to be in town very long?”

“I’m here for a week and then I have to head back to Indiana to start training with the team.”

Madison noticed Jorey’s cell phone was on the small coffee table in front of them. She grabbed it, “I’m going to put my number in here. If you ever want to talk just give me a call.”