"Greg, what's wrong?" Claudia asked him sincerely, sitting gently next to him moments before showtime. Greg couldn't hear the buzzing of generators, the shrill yells of directors or thumping bass from the stage; he was in a shell of misery, usure if he could break through alone.

"Stephanie and I broke up," he whispered painfully, his eyes lining with tears. The night before he left, she came to his door and told him what she saw; Railyn coming over to "hang out". The most afflictive fact is that Stephanie told him she wasn't that upset. She just stood at his door, acting like Greg meant nothing to her, like he was just an orange M&M in a bag of colorful flavors; she'd find another M&M just as satisfying. He figured every thing happened for a reason and it wasn't the end of the world. But his heart felt otherwise; brittle, cracking and in need of something to heal it.

"Oh," Claudia replied softly, rubbing his back. "I'm really sorry. She was such a nice girl."

Why is every one saying that? Greg wondered. Greg brushed at his eyes, a hopeful smile slipping on his face.

"Dream Street," a man towered into the room, clipboard peremently attached to his hand. "You've got 3 'till show."

"Thank you," Louie replied, rising from a white couch and approaching the door. "Let's get them, guys!"

All the guys cheered themselves on; all except Greg. "Don't worry, man," Jesse said to Greg, throwing his arm around his shoulder. "Just look at all the girls out there tonight, for example. One of them has got to be for you."

Greg looked over, smiled and swiped his hand through Jesse's hair. Jesse cried out laughing. Greg sometimes can't believe how right Jesse is, the nerd! 'I know who the one for me is,' Greg confessed silently as they journied through the dusk toward the light of their lives, or to some of their lives, the stage and the sea of fans......

"They were amazing!" Hannah shrieked, holding her hands to her thin mouth as her, Natalie, Danielle and Railyn lounged around the Rosebury Hotel lobby, awaiting the boys to saunter in from the concert. After a lot of begging and a few tears, Jane brought them to the concert in Conneticuit, kind of an extended Christmas gift. Jane spent the evening at a friend's house as the 4 girls rocked it at the AC concert. They stayed for a little while of Aaron Carter, just long enough to hear 'Aaron's Party.' They found that song amusing.

"I say," Danielle stated, plopping down on the marroon couch standing in the lobby, "They were quite entertaining."

"And Jesse," Natalie whispered, holding her hand to her tan forehead. "He was hot. I think I caught the fever."

"The only fever you all are catching is the Teeny Fever," Railyn informed them, fiddling with her light purple long-sleeved keyhole shirt and nervously glancing at the front door every few seconds, trying to lure Greg to her through ESP.

"What you worried about, Girl?" Danielle demanded, placing her hand comfortly on Railyn's knee. "I called Chris's celly...they're coming."

Railyn gave Danielle a weak smile, racing her fingers through her wavy hair. A few Aaron obsessed fans, their white shirts splattered with words devoted to the little Carter cutie and their hands full of pictures and articles about him raced to the front door and pressed their hands against the glass, seeing someone of importance approach the doors. But seeing that it was just Dream Street, they hung their heads and went back to the couches to wait patiently for their addictive desire.

"Heeeeeeeeeeey boys," Danielle yelled to them, waving.

"That's Danielle, guys," Chris informed the baffled members of Dream Street as they surfaced from the doors. "Surpirse," Chris whispered to Greg, Greg in a state of lighthearted shock. Greg's eyes popped out slightly, his brain believing he wouldn't see Railyn for weeks. Stephanie drifted away from his mind like a child's balloon. The boys walked over to the maroon couch and Greg and Railyn shared shy smiles.

"Hey Dani, Rai," Chris nodded to both of them, his eyes scanning over the other two blondes sitting next to them. "Who are these ladies?"

"Meet Natalie and Hannah," Railyn pointed them out.

"And this is Frankie, Jesse, and Matt," Greg said, introducing them.

They all threw 'hellos' and 'nice to meet yous' back and forth as Railyn crawled off the couch and into Greg's arms. He rested his head on Railyn's shoulder for a moment's time until she let go. "How have you been, Handsome?" Railyn enquired with a luminating smile, pushing at Greg's hand.

"Alright," Greg answered honestly, his eyes floating toward the floor. The rest of the guys settled down on the couches as Railyn leaned against the couch. Railyn peered at him mutually, knowing there was more to the story. "Stephanie and I broke up," he blurted out. Gosh Darn, those outbursts!

Her eyes fluttered a few times, those words slowly leaking into her brain. "Oh, really?" Railyn asked, slight amazement fluctuating in her tone. Then, a flashback at Stephanie's cruel and selfish words thundered in her head. "I'm...sorry to hear it," she lied.

"It's her loss," Greg replied, weakly shrugging his shoulders.

"It really is," Railyn replied honestly, her mouth in an assuring smile as she layed her hand comfortly on his shoulder. Greg glanced down at her hand, inhaled deeply and smiled. The world was swirles of unessesary nonsense surrounding them; this moment meant everything. Subconciously, they both realzied Greg was free from the dugeon of love, but he could quickly be thrown back in with the sinfully delicious taste of a kiss. Eyes of lust radiated into each other, sparkling dazzingly. They were like statuettes, standing tall as a result of the adversary Greg faced.

"Will you guys kiss already?!" Danielle demanded from the couch. Chris's first reaction was hitting Danielle in the shoulder. "Oww, what?" she asked innocently, holding out her hands and her eyes skipping to open-mouthed Railyn and Greg. They turned unhastly to each other, their brain ackknowledging the same thoughts; They know how we feel. But, do we feel the same way?