"Okay," Michelle said.
He lead her into a type of room with chairs and she could hear the sound check going on.
"Where are we," she asked.
"Look right over there," he said and pointed. He pointed to the stage where she could see them practicing.
"Have you ever seen them perform live?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"And why not?" he asked.
"I've never had time. Believe me, I would love to see them perform live around the clock, but I'm not that rich," she said while sitting down.
"Oh, are you coming to the concert tomorrow?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"They should be done by now," he said standing up. "I'll go get him," he said, walking away to go catch up with them.
A few minutes later, Michelle found herself fascinated by the designs on the chairs.
"You wanted me?" Someone said behind her.
She jumped because she was unaware of anyone being behind her. She slowly turned around and was in awe of the sight before her.
There Chris was, one of the men she had been obsessed with for almost a year. "Um..Yeah, well, yes..." she stuttered.
He smiled. "Okay, it'll come out soon," she said as she reached for the yearbook and handed it to him.
"Wow, I went to this school," he said and looked at the year, "I was in 11th grade in here."
"I know, that's why I needed to talk to you. Well, you see. Wow, you think I had it all planned out how I was going to tell you and I forget," she said, slightly embarrassed.
"I didn't knock anybody up, if that's what your getting at," he said while looking at the pictures.
"Do you remember Jen?" Michelle asked.
He dropped the yearbook from his hands. "Um.. Sorry, well. Yeah, I knew a lot of Jen's. Which one do you mean?" he asked.
"You know who I'm talking about," she said.
"Well, yeah," he said, sitting down in a chair.
"You know, she does remember you, she doesn't really remember anything from her past," she said slowly.
"How is she?" he asked, obviously changing the subject.
"She's good, but why haven't you tried at least attempted to contact her?" she asked.
"I've tried, oh how I've tried. Your mother wouldn't let me," he said sadly, "I wish I could have been there for her."
"What happened?" she asked.
"Well, that was a long time ago," he said, looking at his hands.
"Please remember. I need to know," she said, begging him to tell her.
"There's not much to tell. We went to a carnival, we then went skating. I told her not to go towards the end of the lake, but your sister, being as daring as she is, went. Well, the ice was too thin to carry her weight and it broke. I'll never forget it," he said.
"That's why I need you," she said.
"Huh? Why?" he asked.
"I think, that if she saw you, she'll remember," she said.
"Does she even know who I am?" he asked.
"No, she has no clue," she said, "but please, do this for her, for you. I think this is a good chance for her to remember."
"And how do you proposed we do this?" he asked.
"Well, we could come back here after the concert and you could surprise her and I think she'll remember," she said.
"Okay," he said, "let's go find you some passes. Hang on, I'll be right back."
"Okay," she said as he left in search of passes.
Five minutes later, he returned with two passes. "Here you go, so I'll see ya after the concert?" he asked.
"You sure will. And thank you again," she said.
"Your welcome," he said.
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