She stood on her second story balcony, watching the hotel courtyard and the night scenery. Funny how things look better at night, she thought. Then, he came up behind her and, with a gentle caress up and down her arms, soothed her. He had surprised her, but she knew who it had to be. She leaned back into his warm embrace, relishing the feel of his strong body against hers. She turned to gaze into his deep blue eyes - she knew him.

He escorted her to the courtyard of the hotel, enjoying her company. The gentle breeze ruffled his blonde hair, which caught stray beams of moonlight, turning it pale silver. She reached up and touched a strand, earning a smile from him. They found a guitar, and he played a few lines of his most famous love song for her. She smiled lovingly at him. He took her to a secluded spot, away from any possibility of people seeing them. A little table was sitting out for them with two glasses and an expensive bottle of champagne. They sipped, and he grasped her hand in his and raised it to his lips. Then he stood up, gently pulling her to her feet. He swung her around in a slow dance a few turns, then stopped, looking lovingly into her eyes. He leaned his head down and lightly grazed his lips against hers.

She came to her senses and looked around. The hotel room was empty. She sighed and listened to the final chords of her favorite album from the British band Gemini Dream playing on the tape deck. She looked out into the night from her balcony, leaning against the railing. The concert had been fantastic, as usual. She felt lucky to have been able to sit six rows from the stage and to have the lead singer sing most of his songs to her. He had been watching her all night and seemed to delight in sensing her enjoy his performance. And now she had dreamt of him. Oh, if there could be more, she wished. Of course, that was impossible. She'd been a fan for several years and had never met any member of the band. What would I say? She wondered as she sighed and looked down at the people walking along the paths below her. Then she caught a glimpse of blonde hair through the trees, glinting the same way in the moonlight as it had in her imagination. Wistfully, she wanted it to be him. The blonde walked towards her. His dark pants fit close to his svelte frame. Sighing, she watched the pale white loose shirt come into view, and then his head. As he cleared the trees she realized it was he!

He looked up, saw her standing alone on the balcony, and smiled brilliantly. As he stopped, she grinned down at him, amazed. He winked and nodded to her, seemingly remembering her from the show. She stood up straight and her jaw dropped. Laughing silently he walked on, leaving her line of sight. Sighing, she leaned back on the railing. Ah, he had remembered her! What a thrill that gave her.

The stars twinkled above her as if they too were winking at her. The night was magical, as she became lost in her dreams. The tape deck clicked to a stop and she jumped, coming out of her musing. The calm evening sounds beckoned so she just listened. She looked back to the courtyard, where she had last seen him for one last glimpse before she drifted off to bed. And there he was! He stood below her looking up at her again! She straightened suddenly, not believing her eyes. He laughed again and leaned against a tree. He looked at his watch, then back at her. She stood there stupidly for a second then caught the gist of what he was implying. He wanted her to come down and meet him? Was this for real? And if she did go down, would he wait? She held up her finger to say just a second. He grinned and relaxed with his back against the tree. She looked down at herself and saw her rose necklace. She dreaded losing it, but decided to drop it anyway. She unhooked it and dangled it over her balcony.

He looked puzzled, but walked forward to stand below her. She dropped the necklace and he caught it, gently holding it in his hands. It gave her chills to know that he was holding her most favored piece of jewelry. The puzzled expression remained on his face as he looked at it then back at her. She shrugged, then held up her finger again. He smiled as it dawned on him that she wasn't expecting him to wait. He returned to the tree and leaned against it, holding the pendant to his chest. She felt a shiver run up her spine again. She grinned and went into her room. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she wasn't happy with her reflection. Her dark brown hair appeared to have lost its luster but her amber eyes still sparkled with anticipation. Her make-up was practically nonexistent now and her Gemini Dream tour tee shirt still had that sweaty feeling. Even her shorts were a little wrinkled. Nothing for it, she thought, he's waiting.

She hurried down to the courtyard to the spot below her window. He wasn't there. The courtyard was deserted. She was too late and she'd lost her pendant. Anxiously, she looked around and stopped, facing the courtyard. Someone cleared his throat behind her and she turned. He stood holding her necklace in his cupped hand. His height was as impressive as she expected it to be, and a little intimidating.

“Hello,” he said quietly in his soothing British voice. “I believe you dropped this.”

Not quite believing that he had waited for her, she smiled in wonder. “Thank you.” She reached her hand out to retrieve her necklace but he took her hand with his free one. With his touch she felt a jolt, almost like electricity. His dark blue eyes locked with hers and they stared at each other for a moment. A couple walked past talking quietly, but enough to break the silence. He put her necklace in his breast pocket. Next to his heart, she thought.

“Let's go to the bar.” Turning, he pulled her gently with him. “I will return your necklace to you. I promise. But I'm not ready to give it back yet.” Looking down at her, he smiled mischievously. “Did you think I had left?”

“Well-” she started, still stunned from that stare.

He laughed. His laugh was music to her ears. “I would never leave a lovely lady waiting, if at all possible.” He squeezed her hand. When she blushed, he chuckled.

Entering the bar, they found a seat at a quiet table. As his hand left hers, she felt a slight reluctance from him to release it and was speechless. Most of the bar patrons had called it a night, but there were still a few people there. She smiled across at him and wondered what to say. She was tongue-tied, still not believing that she actually sat with him.

Seeming not to notice her awkwardness or just too polite to say anything, he spoke. An attempt to break the almost comfortable silence. “I still don't know your name,” he started. “I’m almost certain you know mine.” He grinned and his smile lit up his face. A warm light appeared in his eyes that made him beautiful. More gorgeous than any photograph ever portrayed of him. No picture could do this man justice.

“I'm Carrie.” She grinned. “And yes, I know your name, Jeremy.”

Smiling, he raised his hand to call the waitress. She came over. “I'm sorry sir. The bar is closed.”

Before Jeremy could reply, Carrie interjected. “I think you should reconsider.”

“Why?” she asked.

“This is Jeremy Holden, the lead singer of the band Gemini Dream.” She looked at Jeremy and he shook his head, trying not to laugh.

“You're kidding, right?”

“I'm afraid not,” he replied. “I know it's dark in here, but I thought I was memorable.”

The waitress looked hard at him, and gasped an apology. “I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. We were told you were staying here, but wasn’t expecting anyone this late. I guess I should have known better. What would you like?”

Jeremy looked at Carrie. “Well, what will you have?”

She was flattered that he asked her. She had expected him to order. “White wine.”

“Make that two,” he said. She blushed as the waitress left and looked at her hands. “I wanted privacy this evening, and you tell the waitress who I am.” He sounded serious, so Carrie brought her eyes back to his face but his eyes were shining with mirth.

“I wanted to stay here with you. If I hadn't told her, we would have had to leave. Now I get to talk with you.”

“You would've gotten to do that anyway. I wanted to meet the woman I was singing to all night long. You intrigued me, and so often I don't meet those I really want to. I'm glad you were on your balcony. Did you enjoy the show?”

“What do you think?” she asked, evading the question.

“I think you thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact, I could tell you wanted to stay there and hear more. I almost had the band convinced to go back out for a second encore, but they firmly wouldn't agree to it.” He looked serious.

“You'll have to talk them into adding one for the next tour.”

“I suppose so. If to keep you happy.” He grinned and Carrie could tell that he was teasing her, but she didn't care. It was just a pleasure to be in his company.

“You are memorable. I won't be able to forget you or this night for all eternity.”

“Thank you.” She seemed to have embarrassed him. Imagine, she thought. Me being able to embarrass Jeremy Holden.

“Can I have my necklace back, by the way? Before we both forget you have it?”

He looked a little disappointed that she had asked for it. “Too bad you asked,” he replied as he retrieved it from his pocket. “It would have given me the chance to look you up and see you again. Oh well.” He handed over the necklace.

“That's very kind of you to say that.” Carrie replied as the waitress brought their wine. She put her necklace back around her neck.

When the waitress left, Jeremy lifted his glass and said, “Cheers.” Carrie did the same and they touched glasses and took a sip.

Carrie set her glass down and went on. “I know you don't mean it.”

He looked hard at her. “Why would you think that?”

“I have a feeling you say that to everyone you meet, especially women.”

He frowned. “I admit I've met so many fans that I can't remember ones I've met from those I haven't. But there are those that leave an impression on me, and you're one of them. You intrigued me and I will remember you.” He sipped his wine and looked closely at her.

She blushed. “I didn't mean to sound cold, I just didn't think I-”

He interrupted. “You don't think you're special? Let me dispel that thought for you. Every one of my fans is special. I don't get to meet them all, and I meet some repeatedly. I wish I could meet all the fans that want to meet me, but it doesn't turn out that way. There’s only one of me after all.” He grinned devilishly. “You're special because you still can't believe I've taken time out to sit with you. Well, I'm here, and we're talking.” He smiled and reached his left hand across the table to hers, clasping it to try to make her feel better. Just the touch of his hand sent shivers down her spine. “I think this must be too much for you all at once.” He grinned. “It has happened to me before.” There was a small hesitance, then his grin vanished and his expression became serious.

But Carrie wasn’t watching his expression. “Thank you. Yes, it is overwhelming. I had so much fun tonight, and now to meet you, and having you ask me to come down from my room. I still can't believe it.” She looked up at him and his smile returned. “But I swear I wouldn't give this up for anything, even if it’s only for tonight.” She expected him to take his hand back, but he just held it in his, softly. If she had pulled away, he would have released it. But she didn’t want to pull away so instead, she squeezed his hand.

“That's nice to know.” He looked down at his watch, then back at her and sighed. He didn't say anything, just took another sip of his wine.

“Are you in a hurry or something?”

“No, why?”

“Well, you just looked at your watch. I thought maybe you had a schedule to-” she stopped, suddenly struck with an idea. She pulled her hand away. “You didn’t single me out for something other than a talk, did you?”

“No! Why would you think…” he paused then chuckled. “Oh, is that what you’re thinking? No, I’m not trying to make this a one-night stand. I just wanted to meet you.” He smiled.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never met a star before and for a moment it seemed like you were…” she didn’t finish her sentence.

He didn’t seem embarrassed or disappointed in her. He just sighed and said, “No, I just can't stay too long. The guys and I have an interview tomorrow morning at six a.m. But I prefer your company to being alone now, so I’d rather stay with you.” He sounded sad. “Will you be seeing another show?”

“No, this was the only show I could come to. I've got to work.”

“What do you do?”

“I'm a veterinary assistant.”

“You take care of sick animals?” he asked. Nodding, she grinned at him. “I figured you must be a very caring person, now this confirms it.” He smiled then finished his wine. He looked at Carrie's and she was only half way through. “I suppose we should go and let these people clean up.” He pulled out a few dollars as she took one last sip of her wine. He left the money on the table and stood, then waited for Carrie. He walked over to the bar and paid their bill. The waitress asked for an autograph and he was happy to give one to her. Carrie waited for him by the exit, amazed at how kind he was with fans. Saying good night to the waitress, he looked around, saw Carrie standing by the door, and walked over to her.

“I've had a lovely time, Jeremy. Thank you,” she said as he joined her.

“So have I, Carrie. You've made my stay here much more interesting.” That charming smile of his showed itself again as he took her hand in his. “What would you like to do now?”

“I should go to bed, and for that matter so should you. I’ll have to drive home tomorrow.”

“Not too far, I hope.”

“No. It's about an hour and a half away.” She looked up at him. “It's been a pleasure, Jeremy. I do hope we meet again someday.” She stared into his eyes a moment, then slowly released his hand and started to walk away.

“Wait,” he called softly.

She paused and turned back to him. “Yes?” The way he looked at his feet and around the lobby, anything but her, reminded her of a schoolboy. Smiling, she tried to read his expression. She could tell he wanted to ask her something. “What?”

He walked to the indent in the wall by the phones and she followed him. “I-” he sighed. “I want you to know that I don’t do this any more. And after what you said in the bar, I’m hesitant to bring it up. But I have to ask you. Will you spend the day with me tomorrow? We’re playing a second night here and I would like to spend the day with you.”

Her jaw dropped as she gasped and walked closer to him. “Jeremy,” she started.

He reached up and placed a finger on her lips. “I know it's a little odd, but I really do want to spend more time with you.” He dropped his hand and placed it on her shoulder.” You're someone I'd like to get to know. I feel comfortable with you, as if you’ve completed my day. You’re someone I want to get to know. Most women I meet are after me for my money or my fame or the other.” He winked. “But you don’t seem that way. I feel attracted to you, but I want to know you. I really am glad that I met you. And I want so much more than just a drink at a bar.”

“Jeremy, I don't know what to say.” She was astounded.

“Say yes.” He was serious.

“I...I wish I could. It’s like a dream come true. It's tempting to take you up on your offer. And I find it very flattering that you'd ask me.” She sighed.

He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. He sighed and lowered her hand, but didn't release it. “I know it’s probably difficult for you to do something like this at the last minute. You must have a reason, so I understand that you…”

“I didn’t say no.”

“You’ll spend the day with me?”

She smiled and took a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Thank you.” His smile was very disarming. How was she going to describe all this, she wondered? He paused and said, “I'm sorry, you appear fatigued, and here I am keeping you up. Would you meet me for breakfast?”

She grinned. “Of course I'll meet you for breakfast. What time?”

“Well, since the interview is at six, we’ll probably be back around eight or so. How’s that?”

“That sounds wonderful.” Her smile was bright and warm.

He smiled back. “If you can be up that early, that's fine. I’ll work my schedule around it – whatever comes up. Ask for a secluded table if you're there first, and I'll do the same if I am. Leave a note with the host and we can check to see if the other has arrived. OK?” He pulled her to him as she nodded. “Till tomorrow then.” He lightly touched his lips to hers, and then looked down at her. “Thank you. There’s something about you…” Releasing her from the embrace, he started for the elevators. She followed, still holding his hand.

They rode up the elevator to her floor where she got off, alone. They said goodnight and she watched the elevator doors close on him. She realized she never told him her last name. If something happened and he couldn't make breakfast, he couldn't get in touch with her. She sighed as she walked to her room. If it wasn't meant to be, she thought, it wasn't meant to be. She unlocked her door and entered her room. She got ready for bed, then lay down and turned the lights out. What was he thinking now, she wondered? Hopefully of me, she breathed, probably of me. She drifted off with thoughts of Jeremy in her heart.

The next morning, Carrie dressed casually and slowly, wanting to look better by the light of day than she thought she had looked the night before. She had kept her necklace on through the night, and touched it lovingly before she left her room. At ten to eight she went down to the little restaurant where she and Jeremy had planned to meet.

“Just one?” The hostess asked.

“No, two. Do you have a secluded table?”

“Yes, in the back near the windows.”

“Sounds lovely.” The hostess led her to the table, and she was happy to see the splendid view of the courtyard. No one moved about this early, so she wasn't worried about being seen. “Can I leave a message with you? Someone is coming to meet me at eight.”

“Certainly,” the hostess replied.

“For Jeremy, just a note that Carrie's waiting.”

“Sure thing,” the hostess replied as she jotted it down on a piece of paper. “Do you want me to wait to send the waitress over then?”

“Yes, thank you. Can I have a menu though?”

“Here you are.” The hostess handed her two menus. “Have a nice meal.” She smiled and walked away.

“Thanks,” Carrie called after her. She sat back and gazed out the window. Time must have gotten away from her because when she looked back inside, there were two water glasses on her table. She hadn't even heard the waitress. “Maybe I'm not awake yet,” Carrie said to herself as she took a sip of her water. She looked at her watch. It was ten past eight. “I really lost it there,” she smiled to herself and looked back out the window.

She was more alert now, and kept looking at her watch. At 8:30, the waitress came over.

“Would you like to order?”

“You know, I haven't even looked at my menu. Can you give me a little time?”

“Certainly,” the waitress smiled. Carrie could have sworn there was sympathy in that smile, but she shrugged it off.

A few moments later, someone's hands were caressing her shoulders and a very masculine British voice said in her ear, “Sorry I'm late.” She shivered with delight.

She turned to Jeremy. “You said you'd never leave a lovely lady waiting.”

He frowned and sat down. “I'm sorry. I did say if at all possible. Do you want to hear why?”

“No need. There's obviously some reason, and I don't need to hear it, because you're here.” She lifted her menu so he couldn't see her smile.

“I hope you're not upset.”

She dropped her menu to let him see the big smile on her face. “In no way. I'd wait a lot longer for you.” He reached and took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“That made my day.” He released her hand and picked up his menu. He looked at it for a few moments, and then set it down.

She glanced at him; he was looking out the window. “You've chosen already? I always have trouble deciding on breakfast when I eat out.” She noticed he wasn't paying attention to her. “Jeremy, is something bothering you?”

He looked back at her and shrugged. “Not really. I'm just thinking. You know how sometimes you get lost in thought?”

She covered a grin because her mind had already wandered that morning. “Yes, I know.”

The waitress came over and asked for their orders. Jeremy told Carrie to go first. She ordered a fruit plate, a poached egg and toast, tea and orange juice. Jeremy ordered the poached eggs as well, ham and hash browns, a muffin, and tea. The waitress smiled at his accent then left.

“I see you're wearing that lovely necklace again.” He reached over and cupped it in his hand.

“Of course, I rarely wear anything else.” She watched his eyes flick over her pendant, then meet her eyes. He raised his eyebrows at her comment, but she just smiled. His deep baby blues were so mesmerizing. She could get lost in their depths, she thought.

A wave of jealousy swept over him and he became puzzled by it. That any other man could give her something so delicate like her. He had to ask, “Who gave it to you? A past boyfriend?”

She smiled. “No. I've never received anything so lovely from a man.” He frowned and her smile grew. “My best friend gave it to me a few years ago.”

“It suits you.” He felt relief at her answer, and then told himself he was being ridiculous. He let the pendant drop and cupped her cheek. He dropped his hand after a few moments and sat up, gazing back out the window. What could I give her that would be as lovely? Then he realized what he was thinking and made his mind think about work.

Carrie just watched him for a little while, and then pulled herself out of her reverie. “Jeremy?”

“Hmm?” he replied, not looking at her.

“Is something wrong? You seem preoccupied this morning.”

His head dropped before he turned back to face her. “There's nothing wrong, really. After the interview, I had a meeting with our road manager. That's why I was late. We had some important business to go over, and no one agreed on anything. My mind just continues to go over it, I suppose.” He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. He turned back to the courtyard.

“If you would prefer to skip breakfast, I'd under-”

His gaze quickly centered back on her and he interrupted, taking her hand. “No. I'm sorry. I'd much rather spend my morning with you. I don’t mean to seem distant. I see them for weeks on end. All that can wait while I'm here with you.”

“This is so dreamlike. It can't be real.”

Wonderment in his face, he asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, this is so magical. Sitting here having breakfast with you. Meeting you like I did last night. Tell me I'm dreaming.”

“You think this is a dream? Well, that's the question isn't it? Is it real or a dream?”

“I seem to remember you wrote a song on that subject.”

“Yes, I did. And it's better to have wonderful dreams than boring realities. If it is a dream, wouldn't you rather sleep forever than leave me?”

She looked down to hide the blush. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. She missed the startled expression that crossed his face at his own words. “I would prefer this dream to last forever.”

He shrugged it off and cupped her chin to raise her eyes to his. “Then let's hope you never wake up.” He smiled that dazzling smile of his that took her breath away and took her hand. “Better yet, I'll promise you I'm real.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it gently, lingering longer than she expected. He had an intense desire to kiss her and hold her to him, and again wondered where the feeling came from.

Then the waitress brought their breakfast so he released her hand and smiled. They ate in relative silence.

Jeremy finished first and leaned back to study Carrie's face. Eventually, when she had finished, he spoke. “I don’t believe I’ve told you how lovely I think you are.”

Carrie blushed, again.

“I'm serious.”

“Thank you.”

“You're more than welcome.” He stood abruptly, startling her. “Let's go for a walk.”

“OK.” He reached out his hand to her and pulled her to her feet. “But, what about the bill?”

“Don't worry.” He put his arm around her waist and escorted her to the desk, dropping two twenties on the counter. “This should be enough for the bill,” he said to the woman behind the counter. “Keep what's left over for tip.” With that he turned and headed for the courtyard, arm still around Carrie's waist.

The morning shone in brilliant color and the plant life practically glowed green and full of promise, a perfect summer day. The two walked in silence for a few moments, and then Carrie sat down on a bench. Jeremy joined her.

“I would like you to think about something today. I mean, really think about it. I want you to meet me in Florida at the end of the tour. You can see the final show and then we can spend some time together. We could get to know each other. I have to be back in England for a charity benefit, so we would only have a few days, but-” He seemed so anxious.

Breathless, she didn’t know what to say. She could only stare at him.

“I know this seems really fast, and it’s not how I normally get involved with a woman, but I’d like you to think about it.”

Carrie regained her voice, and whispered, “I’ll think it over. Though how I can think properly with you around-“

They were interrupted by a call to Jeremy from across the courtyard. Reluctantly, he looked around for the source of the voice. He smiled as he saw his bass player with a very strange look on his face standing near the entrance to the hotel lobby. Jeremy asked Carrie, “Would you like to meet Jared?”

“Love to.”

They walked together to a well-built man in blue jeans and a tee shirt. “Morning, Jared. I'd like you to meet Carrie...” he paused, realizing he didn't know her last name.

“Carrie Dayton.” She reached out her hand and Jared took it, shaking it gently.

“This is Jared Lewis, our bass player,” Jeremy finished the introductions.

“Nice to meet you.” His curly blonde hair looked lovely in the morning light. Carrie only came up to just below Jeremy's chin and with Jared being only slightly shorter than Jeremy, she felt tiny standing near these two. Jared was a broader man than Jeremy, so more intimidating. Jared shook his head, and then flashed a smile, putting her at ease immediately.

Jeremy turned to Jared. “Did you want to ask me something?”

“No, Nick sent me to look for you. He said it was important.”

“Ok, can you tell him I’ll be with him in a moment?”

Jared nodded and said, “Nice to have met you Carrie.” She smiled as Jared turned and left.

“I’ll be back. I know what this is about. I might be ten minutes.”

“You go, I’ll go back to my room and pack so I can check out early, then we can meet back here. Half an hour?”

He smiled. “Perfect. Thanks. Back in a bit.” He kissed her cheek then entered the lobby.

Carrie headed up to her room and packed herself up. She had planned on leaving at noon, right after checkout, but thought this was better. Much better. She was so happy that she didn’t remember packing her things up. She gave the room a last look and took her things out to her car. She packed up and went back inside to check out. She nearly ran into Jared as she entered the hotel.

“Sorry,” he said as he stepped back from her. Then he recognized her and frowned. “There’s something I want to ask you.”

He looked so serious that she could guess what he was about to ask. “Yes?”

“Are you just playing around with Jeremy or what?”

“You mean, am I just a groupie who’s sleeping with him?” she asked.

“Yes. If you are, you can just leave now. We’ve had plenty of your type and generally get rid of you fairly quickly.”

“I’m not–“ she was about to say more when Jeremy walked up.

“Hello. Sorry I took so long, Carrie.” He noticed the look on Jared’s face and ignored it. Shall we go?”

“I’ll see you later,” Jared said as he walked off.

“Fine.” Jeremy took Carrie’s hand and kissed it. “All finished here?”

“What was all that?”

“Just Jared trying to protect me. It’s all right. I’ll have a word with him later. What would you like to do today?”

“Let me check out and then we can find something to do. And I know you’re avoiding the subject, but I’ll let it go for now.” Carrie squeezed Jeremy’s hand and went over to the counter. She signed her bill and picked up her receipt then went back to Jeremy, smiling. “I have no idea what to do today, so shall we wander around and see the city?”

“Yes, before I get called in to another meeting. You’d think we were businessmen. We rarely get a day to relax and we’re rarely in a city for more than one night so you’d think our manager would let us enjoy ourselves. You have a car, right?”

Carrie said, “Of course.”

“Then you’re driving.” Still not quite believing her luck, she pulled out of the parking lot and headed into downtown Baltimore.

“I don’t know the city that well, so you’ll have to bear with me. I’ve only been here once or twice with friends.”

“That’s more knowledge than I have. I’ve probably been through the area dozens of times if not hundreds, and I probably have never seen it.” He put his hand on hers. “Just take care of me.”

“You’re trusting me an awful lot, Mr. Holden and I appreciate it.”

She drove to the Inner Harbor and parked at a lot. The price was a bit steep but Jeremy insisted in paying. He wore a hat and sunglasses, not wanting to be recognized and mobbed while out in public. He assured her that people rarely recognized him away from his guitar, but he wanted to be her date for the day and nothing else. He knew she was still awed by his presence and the fact that he was a star, but he showed her he was a man as well. They wandered around looking at the sights and enjoying each other’s company. He kept an eye on the time because he knew they didn’t have long in each other’s company and he wanted every minute to last. They took a water taxi and ate lunch in a small café. Time seemed to slip past them and Jeremy finally told her they needed to get back to the hotel. The day had been so magical and wonderful that he didn’t want it to end. But he needed to get back and get ready for the concert that night.

As they were driving back, he asked, “Will you come to the show? I can get you a ticket.” Jeremy really wanted to see her before he left. He continued to try to come to terms with his feelings. He couldn’t believe he’d grown attached to this woman so soon, and wanted nothing more than to spend time with her, to be in her company.

“Thanks, but I need to head back. I’d really love to see you perform, but I have to work tomorrow. And there’s something I’ve been wondering. What was that all about with Jared this morning?”

“He’s just being a friend.”

“He asked if I was a groupie.”

“Well, I’ve had my fair share of one night stands. So have the rest of the guys. Jared’s happily married and wants Royce and me to be as well. Gavin’s been married before and is now divorced, so takes our side when Jared starts up with the ‘happily settled down’ speech.”

“So, he’s just looking out for you? He’s not against me personally?”

“No.” Jeremy smiled. “Don’t take it personally. I’m sure he’ll like you when he knows you better.”

“I’m not a one night stand then?” Carrie hid a grin.

“No. I hope you’ll be much more permanent than that.” Jeremy was very serious. He hoped she wouldn’t be scared off by that admission.

Carrie couldn’t believe her ears, and bit her lip to keep the huge smile off her face. She knew she could easily fall in love with this man and was well on her way to being so.

When they arrived at the hotel, they got out and went to the courtyard where they met. “Have you decided about the other?” he asked.

She sighed. “I can’t meet you in Florida.” She looked imploringly into his eyes. “I really want to, but it isn’t possible.”

His smile was sad as he pulled her into his embrace. “Then what can we do? I can’t bring you with me now. But I do want to see you again. I think you know that.”

Sighing, she tried to think of something. Then she remembered a movie she had seen a few days ago. She giggled, thinking it may work.

“What’s so funny,” he asked.

Sitting up, she looking him in the eye. “I just thought of something, and it’s so silly and melodramatic that it might work.”

“What?”

“What day does the tour end?”

“On a Wednesday. Why? What are you thinking?” A smile crept onto his face, as he wondered what she had in mind.

“Well, do you think you can make it to Washington, DC by that following Saturday?”

Shrugging, he replied, “I suppose. If something comes up then I may not be able to, but I don’t foresee anything. Are you asking me to see you again?” He felt giddy.

“Yes, and this is the only think I can think of. There are three airports into the Washington area. And it’s not such a large town that it would take forever to get from place to place. I was thinking of a national monument to meet at, since I don’t really know the town that well. How does this sound?”

Pulling her to him, he gave her a quick kiss, pleasantly startling her. “It’s a great idea.” He stood up and pulled her with him. “Where and when, exactly?”

She thought as she looked at the trees in the courtyard. “How about the Lincoln Memorial?” she asked slowly then turned back to him. “It’s a lovely spot and not really that busy. I don’t know what time. What would be convenient?”

He looked hard at her for a second, and then looked at the sky. He seemed to be figuring something in his head. He looked back at her. “I’d say about three in the afternoon. That way, if I had to, I could catch a flight in the morning and still get into Washington in time for our rendezvous. Most of the post-tour parties and meetings end within a day or two, so the timing shouldn’t be too tight.”

Smiling, she threw her arms around him and he held her tightly to him. They were interrupted by a call to Jeremy from across the courtyard. Jeremy turned his head and saw the road manager, Nick calling to him. He waved his hand and pulled away from Carrie. “I guess this is good-bye.” He tucked a finger under her chin to lift her face to look at him.

“I can't believe it's been less than twenty four hours since I met you. I feel like I've known you for ever.”

“And I you,” he replied, his expression somber. He squeezed her gently. “Two weeks Carrie. That's all.”

She smiled sadly. “Promise me you'll be there.”

“I promise.” He leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss filled with longing and heartache at leaving her. Startled at first by Jeremy's emotion, she slowly relaxed into his embrace. The kiss left them both breathless. “I want your number, in case I get held up.”

“No.” He started to protest. “Hear me out. I want you to be there, no excuses. I want this to be real, to be special. If you really want to see me again, you have to be there. OK?”

“I don't like it, but I'll do it. I’ll be there. I promise. I’ll check into the Capitol Hilton so you can call there if you’re worried.” He kissed her again, slowly, and then released her, not wanting to really let go, but doing so. He walked to the door of the lobby. Turning, he smiled to her. “Two weeks, darling. I promise.” She smiled sadly at the leaving. He went through the doors and was gone. Just a memory.

The two weeks seemed to fly for Carrie. Her friends saw a special glint in her eyes and lightness in her step that hadn't been there before the concert. They figured she must have had an especially great time. What would they say if they really knew?

Carrie had Saturday's off at the veterinary clinic, so she got herself together, packed a few items in a small traveling bag and drove two hours to Washington DC. She took her time and got into town by noon. She found a little cafe downtown and ate a sparse lunch. Too excited to eat much, she nibbled on something small and sat back, impatient for three o'clock to come along so she could see him again. She wouldn't mind if he were late. She drove around for a while taking in the sights of DC. She didn't really see much; her mind was on the meeting that would take place in a few hours.

She parked her car and walked a short distance to the Memorial at two thirty. She felt everything must be perfect because of how difficult it was to get a parking space downtown. The day was cool for July, so she wasn't uncomfortable. She was grateful for the good weather, wandering around the memorial. When she finally looked at her watch, the time was three thirty. She had gotten carried away with herself and had lost track of time. Circling the memorial, she looked at everyone who walked by and didn't see Jeremy anywhere. As the afternoon progressed, she became more and more upset that he couldn't make it. The sun started its decent and clouds started to gather on the horizon when she accepted the fact that he wouldn't be coming. She sighed and closed her eyes, trying very hard not to cry. She had been sitting at Lincoln's feet, when she looked at her watch. It read seven thirty. Taking a deep breath, she stood and walked slowly to her car. She found a pay phone and called the Hilton and asked if Jeremy Holden had checked in. The man on the phone told her no one was registered to stay under that name. She thanked him and hung up, closing her eyes. When she opened them she saw a limousine drive past and stopped to watch it. It drove on by, not stopping. Not Jeremy. She closed her eyes and wiped the single tear that fell away. She realized he hadn’t meant what he’d said; he really hadn’t wanted to see her again. She found her car, and got in. The radio came on as the engine did and a song Gemini Dream had recorded about lost love played. She stared at the radio and couldn't hold the tears back any longer. She leaned over the steering wheel and cried.

If she had looked in her rear view mirror at that moment she would have seen a taxi pull up to the Monument and let a tall blonde out. He hurried to the Memorial and looked around for her. When he couldn't find her he leaned against one of the pillars and looked out at the busy city streets. He didn't see her car pull away, and he wouldn't have known who it was even if he had seen it. Jeremy looked miserable standing there alone, wondering how long she had waited before giving up. He went to Lincoln's feet and read the inscription on the memorial. He waited until the sun set and the sky darkened before walking to the street and hailing a cab to the hotel.

* * *

For weeks after the failed meeting Carrie was in a state of depression. By August, her friends were very worried about her, considering she had been so cheerful. They figured it was because the tour was over and she wouldn't be able to see Gemini Dream until they returned to the East Coast. No one ever guessed that she had fallen in love. She stopped listening to their albums and turned off the radio when they came on. Every time she heard a song of theirs, she'd leave the room and cry.

Finally, the close friend who had accompanied her to the concert decided she had to get Carrie back out into the world. Julie was a perfect compliment to Carrie's darker hair, being a blonde. Her green eyes were always full of love. She tried to help everyone she cared for and Carrie's depression had set her to wondering what she could do to help. So she threw a party and insisted that Carrie attend. She tried to get out of it, but Julie wouldn't take no for an answer.

Carrie kept to herself at the party, talking only to those who spoke to her first. The music in the background was shaking with great rock hits. Julie thought a song might help her, so she put Gemini Dream's Greatest Hits in her CD player and set it to play one of their recent songs sung by Jeremy. The song was about searching for the love of his life and never quite finding her, but knowing that one-day they'd meet again. When the song came on and Carrie heard it, she just stared at the machine. Only Julie was another fan as she had been, so she knew who had cued up the song. She hid her face in her hands and headed for a bedroom so she could be alone. The problem was she could still hear Jeremy's voice filter through the walls as if to call to her. Julie came into the room, confused as to why her friend was acting so strangely.

“What's wrong? Did someone insult them again?”

Carrie let out a half gasp; half sob and turned to Julie. Julie saw the streaks of tears on Carrie's face even in the dim light. “It's not that. Why are you playing them?”

“Why? Because they're our favorite band, that's why. And since when does this song make you cry?”

“Since July fifteenth.”

“The Saturday after the tour ended? Wasn't that when you went to DC?” Julie sat down on the bed.

Carrie got a tissue and wiped her tears. “Something was supposed to happen in DC. I was going to meet someone and he didn't show up.”

Julie shook her head but Carrie didn't see her. “Listen, just because some guy stood you up, doesn't mean-”

Carrie interrupted. “The man was Jeremy Holden. The lead singer of Gemini Dream! The one I've wanted to meet for so long. He was supposed to be there. We met after the concert in the hotel. After you and Donna came back. He appeared below my balcony in the courtyard! I felt something magical when we met. He promised he'd meet me in DC at the end of the tour and he wasn't there.” She sobbed again and hid her face behind the tissue.

Julie stood and went to comfort her friend as the song played the last verse. “You believed him?”

“Of course,” Carrie said defending him. “He was the best thing to happen to me. He made me believe him with his touch. His kiss! I fell for him, and I thought he had fallen for me as well!” She pulled away from Julie and sat down on the bed, burying her face in her hands. “It wasn't true.”

Confused, Julie stood, contemplating. She had to help Carrie, but didn't know where to start. Maybe if they saw each other again, if all Carrie said was true. It was too wild not to be. “You can stay in here as long as you need to. I promise I won't play them any more.” Carrie just nodded and Julie left to find a way to cheer her best friend up.

A few weeks after the party, Julie heard Gemini Dream would be touring the West Coast. They were releasing a new album and would be touring to promote that album. They just wouldn’t be playing the East Coast again until next spring and that was too long a wait. There was no way Carrie could afford to pay for a trip out west on her salary. There must be something, she thought. Wait, what are friends for if not to help when someone they love needs them? She told their friends some story about Carrie and a fan and that maybe going to a concert would cheer her mood. Everyone contributed what they could to help send Carrie and Julie out west for a concert. Some thought it was a hoax just to get them to see Gemini Dream in concert again, but all wanted to make Carrie feel better. Julie made them promise not to tell Carrie anything about it, and they agreed.

They spent a lot of time and effort to find someone who could get them close to the stage. In the end, it paid off. Tenth row seats in San Francisco at the ShoreLine Amphitheater on September twenty-fifth were found. They had three weeks to coordinate everything. Julie said she'd figure some way to get Carrie to travel and when the time came, make her attend that concert.

The week before the concert, Julie called Carrie with the solution. “My aunt who lives in California is sick and I was hoping you'd go out there with me to give me some support.” When Julie called, Carrie had been reading a book to keep her mind off the fact that Gemini Dream would probably be back in the states now to tour.

“Why are you asking me? Aren't any of your relatives going?”

Sounding upset, Julie pulled off the best scam of her life. It was more important to get Carrie out there than anything else. “No one can get off. I have to go see her; she's my favorite aunt. Please?”

“I do need a vacation. When do you leave?”

Julie took a deep breath. “A week from today.”

“Next Thursday?” Carrie asked, shocked. You couldn't give me more notice than that?” Carrie sat back, not quite believing her ears.

“You know I would have asked sooner if I had known. Please. I need you. You know I'd do this for you if you needed me.”

“I know. I guess I could call out of work. All right, I suppose. What time?”

“I'll have to pick you up around 7 am”

“That early?” She paused gathering her thoughts. Julie didn't say anything, knowing Carrie had to make the decision and prepared to talk her into it. “OK. Anything special you want me to bring?”

Julie sighed silently. “No, just yourself will be fine. We'll only being staying till Saturday or so.”

“Two days? I guess I can swing that. I'll do it.”

“Thank you so much! You don't know what this means to me.”

“Yes, I do. You'll owe me for this you know.”

“I know. And I expect you'll collect soon,” Julie replied cryptically.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Carrie sounded intrigued and a little suspicious.

“We'll see. I'll make all the arrangements and see you next week. Thanks again. Bye.”

“Sure thing. Bye Julie.” Carrie hung up and sat back, wondering what her friend had meant by that comment. Probably nothing, she thought. Sighing, she picked up the phone and talked to her boss about taking off the next week, saying she had a sick relative she was visiting. Close enough to the truth.

The following Thursday, she got up early to meet Julie for the plane not knowing anything suspicious was up. She had some clothes packed, but nothing special. She still couldn’t believe she was headed out west.

Julie had everything planned to the last detail. They flew to San Francisco and arrived around four thirty in the afternoon. A rental car was waiting for them at the airport. The show started at eight, so they had some time to kill. The reservations were in a nice hotel not far from the pavilion. Carrie repeatedly asked when they would be going to see her aunt. Julie kept saying soon. They had an early dinner at the hotel then Julie decided she had better break the news to Carrie somehow. If she just took her to the pavilion, she would have no way to turn her down.

Julie drove, and kept Carrie busy looking at the map and confirming where they were going. In Carrie's preoccupied state, she didn't see many of the signs for the pavilion and those she did see she paid no attention to. When Julie turned into the pavilion parking lot, however, Carrie became quite confused.

“We're here.”

“You're aunt lives at the pavilion?” she asked.

“It's time I fessed up. My aunt isn't sick. The gang and I planned this.”

“Planned what?” she asked. Right then, she caught a fan walking with a Gemini Dream tee shirt on. “What are we doing here?”

“We're going to a concert.” Julie parked the car. And turned to her friend. “I want to help you. We're sitting close so you can see each other if what you've told me is true. If he stood you up I doubt he'll pay any attention to you. If he was just really late or was held up, then you'll see it on his face.”

“I'm not going in there. I'll just sit here and wait for you.” Carrie didn't even look at her friend.

“It'll be worse for you out here. You'll hear him and know he's so close.”

“How could you do this to me?” she asked, imploring, begging her friend with her eyes.

“I love you, Carrie. I want you to be happy and that's one thing you haven't been for several months. I know you want this.” Julie smiled at her friend and patted her shoulder. “Let's go in and see what happens.”

Reluctantly, Carrie got out of the car and followed Julie into the pavilion. They didn't stop at any vendors, just went to their seats. Tenth row center is a great place to sit. They talked and Carrie grew more and more nervous. She really did want to know why he hadn't been there, but didn't want the disappointment if he hadn't meant what he had promised.

The show started a little late, but the audience was ready. Carrie stood up with the rest of the crowd as the band came out and opened the show with a song called “Wonder Where You Are,” a song about lost love. The band was relaxed in jeans and tee shirts, and full of energy. Carrie sighed as Jeremy got into the music. He looked wonderful, she thought. Completely in his element. Each song seemed like a dream. He didn't appear to be searching the audience for anyone, so her hopes fell. Then she realized he didn't even know she would be attending. The lights weren't that bright in the audience, so even if she had stood up, he probably wouldn't see her. She just sat back and enjoyed the concert, watching the two members she met have so much fun together. This was the most important thing in their lives.

Then the song from the party started and the lights tilted up to search out into the audience. Carrie took a deep breath. A few women had stood up to attract Jeremy's attention. He looked at them and smiled but only really glanced over them.

Julie leaned over and whispered into Carrie's ear, “Stand up. He can't see you unless you stand up.”

Carrie just glanced at her. She swayed with Jeremy. The second chorus came around and she didn't have much song left. She took another deep breath and stood up.

At first Jeremy didn't see her. His eyes were sweeping the audience then rested on her. He started to look away, then his gaze connected with hers. She smiled and his jaw nearly dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes. He missed his cue then shook his head to pay more attention to the music and finished the song, but only singing to her. They were the only two people in the pavilion as far as they were concerned. She closed her eyes and blew him a kiss at the end of the song. He reached out, caught it, and smiled. He bowed to the audience and they went into a rocking song, the last one before intermission. Jeremy started it faster than usual, as if to get it over with quicker. The audience seemed to like this new speed, even if the rest of the band wondered why he had sped up. Jeremy seemed to ignore her through the song, probably so he could finish it. When the song was over, Jeremy walked to the middle of the stage, found her and smiled just for her. She smiled sadly back as he left, being the last one off.

Backstage, Jeremy hurried to catch up to Jared. “She's out there!”

“Who? Some new woman in your life, Jeremy?” Jared kept walking.

Jeremy grabbed Jared's arm. “I mean the one I met in July. Carrie! The one I told you about. Remember, I was going to meet her in Washington after that tour, but I got held up in Florida? I told you I was late to the meeting and when I got there she was gone.” He let Jared go and started back towards the stage as if in a daze. “I've got to go out there and see her.”

Now it was Jared's turn to stop Jeremy. “What are you saying? Go out there? Into the audience? I think you've lost it mate. And I thought she was just another one niter.”

“Not her. She's special. I have to see her again.” Jeremy practically begged Jared to help him.

Jared turned away, swearing silently. “Why do I have to be the one?” he asked no one in particular. Turning back to Jeremy, who had a dazed look on his face, he said, “All right. Look, if she wants to see you again, she may be waiting after the show at the staff exit. Hopefully she’ll think of it. I'll go up to the fans and do the rock star thing, have my picture taken with her and tell her to come to the hotel. What's she wearing?”

Jeremy frowned. “I don't know.”

“Well, you'll have to find out, won't you? Come on, the others are probably thinking we got mobbed or something. I can’t believe I’m doing this for one of your women.” Jared pulled Jeremy down to the dressing rooms. He didn't seem all there, but that was usual for Jeremy.

Back in the pavilion audience, Carrie was sitting back in her chair, wonderment on her face. She realized that something must have gone wrong for him or he would have been in DC. She frowned, feeling like a fool. She hadn't even given him her phone number. What if he had arrived just before you left, she asked herself? The only way to be sure would be to ask him.

Audience members were looking in her direction wondering if she had been the one that captured Jeremy's attention, but no one asked anything. When the crowd thinned a little, Julie turned to her.

“Feel better?”

Carrie shook her head. “Yes and no. What do I do now?”

Julie sat back and thought for a minute. Her face lit up as an idea dawned. “He's going want to see you too, I'm sure. If no one comes out to get us, we could always look after the show. There's usually a crowd of people waiting to see the guys leave. I bet Jeremy would have something planned in case you were there. He may even be expecting you now that he’s seen you.”

Carrie shrugged. “If you think that's what I should do, then that's what I'll do.”

“Yes. I'll be right back, I need a drink. Do you want anything?”

“No, thanks.”

Julie picked her purse up off the floor and stood up. “Will you be OK by yourself?”

Carrie glanced up, cocking her head to one side. “I think I can manage,” she replied sarcastically.

Julie grinned. “That's more like it.” She walked off.

Carrie sat wondering till Julie came back. She would have given anything to know what Jeremy was thinking at that moment. She sighed and stared at his microphone. It'll work this time. I know it will, she thought.

The second set of the show was as intense and full of energy as the first set, but all too soon, it was over. Just before Jeremy left the stage after the encore, he moved to the front. The audience was standing and jumping about, trying to get his attention. He searched for Carrie and when he found her, he nodded and smiled brilliantly. The audience cheered at his face, not knowing why his smile had increased. He left the stage, trying to watch her as he departed. They held eye contact for as long as they could, then Jeremy was gone. Through the door and back stage.

The audience tried to get the band to do a second encore, but the lights of the pavilion went on, and the audience quickly gave up. The seats emptied out quickly and Julie took Carrie on an outside search for where the departure may be. It took about fifteen minutes to get through the crowd and outside. Carrie felt Julie pull her along, thinking only of Jeremy, nervous to see him again. Julie had them wandering around the pavilion searching for an exit the band would take. Finally, she found a group of fans peering through a gate, milling about.

She walked up to them and asked, “Is this where they may leave from?”

A blonde woman turned around and answered. “I was here the last time they played, and this is it. I saw them get into the limos and caught a glimpse as they drove by.” Julie nodded and thanked the woman, who turned back to peer in.

Julie looked to Carrie who was gazing through the fence. “Now all we do is wait.”

She just nodded and they started their vigil. It seemed like an eternity, but was only about forty-five minutes. Julie was meeting other fans and trading addresses, while Carrie stood in a daze. She dropped her head to look at her watch and that's when some fan called out to Jeremy. Her head came up quick as lightening as she looked back through the fence. He was standing looking at the fans gathered at the gate.

Jeremy looked around for Jared, wondering what had happened to him. Royce came up next to Jeremy, hearing the calls from the fans thirty feet away. “What are you standing here for?”

“Waiting for Jared,” Jeremy replied.

“You two going to go meet fans?” Royce sounded incredulous. He stepped away from Jeremy, puzzlement in his brown eyes. “You never do that.” He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, having to look up at Jeremy due to the height difference. He wasn't that much shorter, but it put Jeremy at an advantage. The only thing Royce had over Jeremy was his stocky build. “Are you serious?” he asked as he rummaged in his pocket for a cigarette. He found his harmonica instead and stared at it.

Jeremy snapped out of it and straightened his gray jacket. “No, I'm not going out there. I’d get mobbed. And I'm exhausted. Jared is, though.”

“That's goo-WHAT?” Royce almost dropped the harmonica, realizing what Jeremy had said.

“Jared's going.”

“Is this a bet or something?”

“No, not really.”

Jared came over with Gavin, their drummer, walking behind him. “Jeremy, you owe me big time for this.” The fans were calling to the band, and Gavin was waving at them. “Gavin, come on.” Royce stood frozen with his mouth open. What was going on, he wondered?

“I'm going?” Gavin's brown eyes held a look of bafflement. “Why me?”

“I'm not going into battle alone and Royce won't do it, so let's go.” Jared grabbed Gavin's arm and hauled him with him to the fence. He called to the security guards to open the gate and let the two of them by. “Hello all,” Jared said, smiling, looking for the one Jeremy had described to him. He had a vague recollection of her, but Jeremy had too many women to keep them all straight. Though none lately, now that he thought about it. “How'd you like the show?”

A few women answered, but mainly the fans were astounded that two band members had come over. Jared looked at Gavin, but he was signing a drumstick he had tossed earlier and flirting with the women, as was his usual behavior. He had resigned himself to the fate Jared had given him. He always seemed to enjoy himself with them. Jared sighed. One woman walked up to him and asked, “Can I have a photo?”

“Sure.” He smiled and held out an arm for her to step into his embrace. She blushed and had her picture taken. Soon, women who wanted his autograph and photo surrounded Jared. He looked around for the woman Jeremy had described in detail to him. Finally, he saw her, standing back with a blonde friend, away from the crowd. She did seem slightly familiar. The other fans had been satisfied with their requests, so he called to her. “You two, want a picture?”

The blonde dragged her friend closer to talk. “We don't have a camera.”

“I'm sure one of these ladies would let you borrow a few shots?” He looked around, and one woman stepped forward.

“I have some shots left.”

“Thank you. That’s very kind.” To the blonde, he asked, “What's your name?”

“Julie,” she replied as she stepped up to Jared who held her close to him. The woman with the camera took their picture and Jared thanked her.

“What's your friend's name?” he asked Julie.

“Carrie. She's kind of quiet.”

“So I see. Your turn Carrie,” he called to her, knowing then that she was definitely the one Jeremy was anxious to see again. Carrie stepped up to Jared, and smiled shakily. Quietly Jared said, “I've been looking for you.” Jared looked at the camera and smiled.

She looked up at him. “You have?”

The woman with the camera swore. “It's jammed, hang on.”

“Of course, you’re the one who met us on the last tour. I have a message for you,” he whispered and looked down at her. “Meet Jeremy at 12:30 in the bar at the Atherton Hotel. He'll be waiting, you have my word. I hope I was wrong about you.” He still couldn’t believe he was actually telling a fan where they were staying. He tried not to sigh. “Now, smile for the camera.” Jared flashed his best smile. Carrie's legs almost gave out as she leaned against Jared. He supported her with his arm around her waist. “OK?” he asked.

She nodded and tried to smile. The woman took the picture this time and Jared made sure Carrie could stand on her own before letting her go. “Thank you ladies. Gavin, you haven't met these two.” Gavin finished signing the last autograph and came over to Jared. “Ladies, Gavin Ellis, our drummer.”

“Hello, lovelies. Enjoy the show?”

Julie answered, “Always. Tell Mr. Taylor that I love his voice and harmonica playing.”

“Royce? Certainly. We're a bit older, but still rockers at heart. And definitely not respectable.” He grinned devilishly. “Who'd have thought we'd be in our thirties and still able to draw a crowd?” Gavin got a few chuckles for his comment and smiled.

Jared asked the woman with the camera if she had any film left. She nodded and pulled Carrie with him next to Gavin, who turned Julie towards the camera. They put their arms around the ladies and had their pictures taken. “You have something for us to sign?”

“The program, I guess,” Julie replied.

“That’s what it’s for.” He turned to one of the other fans. “A pen, if you please.”

A few handed pens to them and Jared signed a personal autograph for the two women, then past the tour program to Gavin who also signed it. Gavin handed it back to Julie with a smile. “Well,” Jared started. “As much fun as this is, we must be off. Pleasure meeting you all.” Jared smiled winningly at the crowd. “Shall we Gavin?”

“Sure Jared. Later ladies!” Jared and Gavin waved and went back through the gate, with the fans saying good-bye. They got into separate limos, Jared riding with Jeremy. He leaned over to Jeremy and whispered, “She'll meet you. And you still owe me.”

“Thanks,” Jeremy whispered back. He sat back and as they passed the gate, saw her standing with a stunned expression on her face. He felt happy that he'd see her again. The fans waved but Jeremy only had eyes for Carrie. She couldn't see him, but knew he was there. Then they were off down the street and the fans started to disperse.

Julie was getting the camera woman's address when Carrie leaned on her. They said good night and Julie asked, “Well? What made you nearly faint in Jared's arms? I thought you were interested in Jeremy.”

Carrie still didn't believe the message that Jared had given her. There weren't many fans about, having separated to look for their cars. The two started off as well. She looked at her watch. 11:30. One hour exactly till she saw him. “He told me Jeremy wanted to see me and gave me the hotel name and a time, which I'll tell you in the car.”

“He did?” Julie was beside herself. “That's amazing! I told you he wanted to see you again!” Julie was practically bounding along.

“Don't draw attention to yourself.”

“Why? It's incredible.” Julie bounced down the path to the car. “Happy now that I dragged you here?”

Carrie smiled. “Yes, thank you. Without you, I wouldn't even be seeing him again.” Carrie spotted the car before Julie and pointed it out to her. Julie unlocked the doors and they got in.

“Now, where are we going?”

“The Atherton Hotel. I have no idea where it is, but we have an hour to find it. I'm to meet him in the bar at 12:30.”

“Well, we'll go to our hotel and call you a cab.” Julie started the car and popped in a tape.

“No, you're coming. I need you to be with me and we're driving. Let's get directions.”

Julie pulled the car out of the lot. “I was hoping you'd say that.” She was heading for a station that was near their hotel when an idea hit her. “Why don't we go back and get changed first? We can look a little more presentable, don't you think? We are a little wilted.”

“Good idea.” They went back to the hotel, changed and got freshened up. Julie asked the doorman where the Atherton was and he gave her directions. Carrie was getting more and more anxious the closer the meeting time came. The hotel was relatively easy to find, and Julie parked the car. Together they walked in. As soon as they entered, they were happy they had decided to change. The Atherton Hotel was very classy, with marble floors at the entrance. The front desk off to the right was made of fine cherry wood and a red carpet led you through the hall, which was brightly lit. They asked the doorman where the bar was and he told them to follow the carpet to the left, past the fountain. They did, in awe of the beautiful sculptures and paintings on and along the walls. The walkway led them past a wall of windows with the fountain on the other side. It was magnificent, shooting water up into the air two stories with a waterfall behind it cascading down from the same height from the side of the building. The gardens around the fountain were breathtaking.

The bar was across from the fountain and Carrie glanced at her watch as they looked for a seat along the wall. It was 12:20. She sighed. Soon, she thought.

Julie got drinks at the bar and then came back grinning at her friend. “You look worried. You all right?”

“Yes. I'm more nervous than anything.” She sat back and looked around the bar. It was small and intimate, dimly lit with the bar in the middle and tables all around. Potted plants kept each table private from the next. The room was quiet with a little background music playing. She patted her hair with her fingers then asked Julie, “Do I look OK?”

“You look great. Relax. I don't think he'll care.” Julie looked at the entrance. Jeremy had just walked up and was standing in the doorway, peering into the dim bar. “Speaking of which, he just came in. No, don't.” She admonished her friend who had leaned over to look. “Let him look for you.”

Jeremy walked in and over to the bar. He ordered a drink and perched on a stool. Julie pointed him out to Carrie. She was about to get up when a woman walked over to him. They had a small conversation and she seemed to ask to sit down. He shook his head, but replied something to her. She smiled and pulled out a piece of paper from her bag handing it to him, which he signed. She smiled at him, then walked away, apparently pleased.

“You know you can go over to him after that.”

Carrie sighed. “Yes, I know.” She looked at her glass, then back at Julie. “Finish your drink. Quick.” Carrie swallowed the last of her wine. Julie did the same and handed Carrie the glass. Carrie stood up and went to the bar next to Jeremy, seemingly not noticing him. She ordered two white wines. With the sound of her voice, Jeremy looked hard at her profile. When the bartender had gone, he smiled.

“Hello Carrie.”

“Hi, Jeremy,” she replied without looking at him.

“We can't carry on a conversation like this.”

“You can't exactly come to my table.”

He turned to her, grasping her hand. “Why? I want to talk to you and apologize for missing you that day. I don't care what people think of us Carrie.”
She looked sharply at him but didn’t speak. She couldn’t, his words said it all and she was happy. The bartender came back and handed her the two drinks. Carrie gently pulled her hand from Jeremy's and went back to the table.

She set the drinks down and sighed. “What now?

“What did he say?”

A tear fell down Carrie's face. “He wants to talk. But how can we privately?” She wiped the tear away and placed her forehead in her hands.

“Invite him over.”

“Thank you, at least one of you is sensible.” Jeremy slipped into the booth next to Carrie.

She gasped, staring at him as Julie smiled. “You can't,” she whispered.

“I am. I have to talk with you and it doesn't matter what people say. I told you that. They'll just think I know you. It's true. It'll be all right. Don't worry.”

“Carrie, for once, don't worry about consequences and enjoy his company.” Julie continued to smile at her.

“Thank you. I don't believe we've met.” He held out his hand. “Jeremy.”

Julie took it and shook it. “Julie. Pleased to meet you at last.”

“So am I.” Jeremy smiled, and then turned to Carrie, who was frowning. “I've missed you Carrie. I'm so very sorry I was late. How long did you wait?”

“Till about seven thirty,” she sighed.

“I did just miss you then.” He took her hand. “You must have just left. That's about when I got there. I was in a cab. I'm so sorry.”

“No, I am. I should have given you my number. I could have waited, but I was so upset that you'd been held up. I called your hotel, but they said you weren’t registered there. Then I thought you didn't want to see me again.”

He put his arm around her. “Of course I wanted to see you again. I was looking forward to that meeting. The hotel asks for a list of people that they put through. I didn’t get to give them that list until after I arrived so weren’t putting anyone through. If you’d called again, you would have got a hold of me.” He kissed her temple. “How upset was she?” he asked Julie.

“She was floating on air after the concert, then so incredibly depressed after that failed meeting. I didn't find out about that until the middle of August. Then I really knew why she was depressed.” Jeremy hugged Carrie close to him.

“It wasn't even my idea to come out here,” she told him.

“No, it was mine.” Jeremy looked from Carrie to Julie. “Since she was so upset, and she couldn't even listen to your music without crying, I figured she should go to a concert. Am I forgiven, Carrie?”

“Yes, I think so.” Carrie smiled at her friend.

“And I owe you one.” Jeremy smiled.

“Then I am a lucky woman.” Julie smiled back. “Well, I'm going to go back to our hotel and leave you two alone. Nice meeting you Jeremy.” She stood.

“Pleasure, Julie. You have my thanks.”

She grinned and said, “Carrie, I'll see you tomorrow. Good night.” She left the bar.

“Now we're alone.” Jeremy squeezed Carrie's shoulder. “Would you come up with me?”

Carrie was startled. “What, now?”

Jeremy chuckled. “Of course now. Do you want to, or would you rather stay here? Your friend thinks you’re staying with me and I’d hate to disappoint her after all she’s done for us.”

“Well, I-”

Jeremy interrupted. “I've waited so long to be with you. Don't let me down. I know you want the same thing.” Jeremy stood up and pulled Carrie up with him. A little hesitant to accompany him, he smiled warmly at her to comfort her and squeezed her hand for assurance. She smiled shakily and he pulled her to his side. He smiled at the woman who he had given the autograph to and they left the bar. He held Carrie close as they waited for the elevator. The doors opened and they got on. As soon as the doors closed, he pulled her into his embrace, his eyes penetrating. They seemed to search her soul for the answer to his unspoken question. He seemed to like what he saw, for he smiled and lightly grazed his lips against hers, comforting her. The doors opened on his floor and they walked with their arms around each other to his room. He unlocked the door and pushed it open when Jared called him from the end of the hall.

He sighed. “Wait here, I'll only be a moment,” he said to Carrie then kissed the top of her head. She leaned against the door to keep it from falling closed as Jeremy hurried down the hall. “What is it Jared?”

“I wanted to ask you about tomorrow, but I have to ask about her first.” Jared looked down at Carrie. Jeremy glanced back and smiled. She smiled and blushed slightly, then went into the room. Jared looked back at Jeremy. “I didn't realize you were so taken with her. But are you sure this is what you wanted? Or is she just another of your conquests?”

“No, there’s something about her. And this is what I want, more than anything. I've fallen for her Jared. She's what I've been looking for. It’s as if we were meant to be together. I can’t explain it. Don’t worry about it. I'll be ready tomorrow. The two of us will have to figure out what to do and I won't risk losing her. We won't be a problem.”

“Jeremy, you've never been this serious about a woman you hardly know, so I'm inclined to believe you, but if she isn't what she seems-”

Jeremy interrupted. “She is. I promise you.”

“I hope so, for both your sakes.” He looked closely at Jeremy then sighed. “The reason I called you is because I wanted to make sure that we were going to work on my song tomorrow.”

“We'll do it. I thought the bus would be as good a place as any. Unless you have a better suggestion. If that's all, good night Jared.” Jeremy smiled at his friend and went back to his room.

Carrie was sitting on the sofa; her hands folded in her lap observing the night beyond the window. She had circled the room before he came in, gently touching his personal items, to be assured that this was real, that she was actually living a dream. The suite was perfect for them. It was a soft blue in color. The sitting room sofa was plush and comfortable. Jeremy wished they had more time to spend at the hotel together, but knew that tonight would be their first night and he wanted to make it special. He knew as he saw her that they would never be parted. He promised himself that. She looked up when he came in. “What did Jared want?”

“Nothing important. Just checking on something we had scheduled for tomorrow.” Jeremy sat next to her taking her small delicate hand in his long, artistic one.

“Are you sure about this Jeremy?”

“I was about to ask you the same question. This is what I've waited my entire life for. Are you certain this is what you want?”

“I think so.” She turned to him. “What happens tomorrow?”

Jeremy pulled her into his arms and she cradled her head against his chest. “Tomorrow we're going to LA, and you're going with us. Along with your wonderful friend. I won't take no for an answer. I finally found you and I won't lose you. The tour will last another three weeks then we'll discuss what happens for the rest of our lives, but for now, we've got to be happy with what we've got.”

She sighed in his embrace. “I'm not going anywhere. I'll willingly go with you. After this summer, I can't leave your side. I'm so happy that it's where you want me.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I want you with me for now and always, my love. I'm happy Julie got you to meet me halfway.” He tilted her head up so her lips would meet his. He kissed her and she forgot all about their summer apart, for now that they had found each other, they weren't going to let anything come between them.

THE END

Had to Fall in Love