She kept her word, and was front and center for the last show of the cruise. She rocked out to the show, like everyone else. He changed it up a little, or purposely didn't tell her, when he suprised her by singing 'Save Me' to her. She wiped her eyes once, and tried to hold it together. After the show, she went to a club and tried to dance and flirt the night away to make herself feel better, but it wasn't as successful as she'd hoped. She was still stuck on him, a guy she shouldn't have had in the first place, and will probably never have again. She knew she'd go to more shows on the next US tour, and she might run into him if they did more walks, or if she managed, by some streak of God's kindness, to get the reporter job. She thought about this on her walk back to her cabin, head down, hand on the railing guiding her. Glad to be at her room, kicking the door closed behind her, she went straight to her bed and passed out, half praying she'd have a late night visitor.
When she woke the next morning, she was alone, and there was land visible out her window. Groaning, she rolled over and covered her face with the pillow. They were home already, and she had a flight to take back to Chicago. Wait until she told her best friend what happened. She wouldn't even believe her. Hell, she hardly believed it herself. She shook her head, not wanting the vacation to end. She guess the only thing she could do is wait until they played Chicago again. They liked playing in Chicago, which was good for her. But, for now, she supposed she should start packing.
Back home, it was the usual routine, same daily grind, and only her memories and journal entry of the couple magical days were left to remind her of what had happened on that cruise.