Things were bustling at the Hard Rock Cafe. Trans Con was hosting a huge show case and the best of the best were invited. Emma walked into the party with her honey-of-the-moment, J.C., and smoothed her dress down, wanting to look only the best for the man of her dreams. No, not J.C., Nick Carter. They made their way around the room, mingling with only the best, until Emma spotted him. There he stood, in the corner, talking with Brian Littrell. She excused herself and made her way over to the blonde. Thinking very hard, she is reminded of the words to a play she once read.

"Will you deny to dance?"

Nick looked her up and down, noticing who she was. "Yep," he replied, continuing his conversation with Brian.

She grabs his hand. *"O, dear saint, let lips do what hands do."

"Girly, let go of my hand," he said, shaking free of her grip. "C'mon, Bri." They soon disappeared and she was no longer able to find him.

"I'll get you yet, my Hilfiger man!" she vowed quietly.

* = Either some or all of the text was taken from "William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet"

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