“I think I drowned in you last night, now my cup is empty. What ever am
I to do?”  Alice tapped the
words out, and Quin’s eyes went dark, stormy, and *****.

            “My heart is aching, I think I’ll sleep for days.  My bed is an empty void, lonely without you.”
 Quin sang, Alice could hear the drums in
her head, and her fingers drifted over the keys.

            “That’s it, it’s all I got.  Where did the iron curtain go?”  She asked, sighing, looking at the other
laptop that was archiving the musical notes.

            “Ok, ok.  Wait.  You
need a chorus.  Um…”  Alice stared at the computer and that wasn’t
working for her, she grabbed the paper from the competition and began to
scribble.

            “Ok, play..  Come on, play!”  Alice prompted and Quin did, sitting on the
arm of the couch.

            “So let’s move, let the rhythm take you.  Things use to be so easy now its all
complicated.”  Alice sang, “My twilight has reached its dawn, so let’s move. Let
the rhythm take you, never forget, just dance.”  Alice nodded, staring as the computer picked
up every word, and she was in awe, where did she get this hot technology?

            “We have to go…”  Quin said, looking at her watch and Alice
moaned, then she grabbed the laptop, and the paper and said.

            “In the car, come on we have
to finish this, this is the song.  This
is it, the heart pounding song that will hook ‘em.  It’s a crowd thing, they get into it, and we
got the thing wrapped up in a nice neat lil package.”  Alice said, and Quin watched her, blinking and
grabbing the guitar and following Alice out the door.

~*~*~*~*~*

            Tina’s plane was on time, and
Bette was waiting, her hands sweaty as she tapped her foot to an unheard beat.  Where was she?  Why was it taking so long for her to get off
the plane? Another 15 minutes and Bette began to worry, where was she?  

            They hadn’t spoken in two
days, no four days.  She sighed, things
were falling apart around her and she didn’t know what to do about anything,
about everything.  She missed Candace,
and this wasn’t working, she missed her touch, her smell.  The way she felt when she was with her, *****!  When had she messed up her life?  When had things gone spiraling out of control?