-3 years later-

HIS NAME WAS Noah. That was the first thing I heard about when I moved to New York- a break from the spotlights and cameras. From the crowd that had been watching my every move for years now. James hadn't seemed to mind, not after what had happened. He understood, and for that I was thank you.

I sat down in the small cafe a few blocks from my apartment, The Roasted Bean.

The Roasted Bean was new and kind of out of the way; a hole in the wall shop you could only find by accident. I grew tired of the long lines at Starbucks for my daily coffee fix so the cafe was an excellent alternative.

Inside, everything was modernly furnished. There were hardwood floors that must've been a pain to keep clean and white curtains in the windows. The store front was completely ordinary however, a blinking neon sign with the place's name and the day's specials winking beneath a crescent moon. It looked like it was from a house magazine or something, with post cards and sticky notes from guests on an entire wall. One held my attention.

It was a of a grand structure molded to the center left of the stage; all shiny and pitch black. Closing my eyes I could see myself lifting the fall, and the row of pure ivory keys that lay beneath. I could see them shimmer in the sparkling stage light as if they are the moon on a starry night; bright, beautiful, and breath-taking.

Along the wood that lines the top of each key, curling golden letters spell "Steinway & Sons", such a beautiful name and so elegant and expensive. Perfect, and graceful.

One of a kind.

I had played pianos like that, once upon a time. But things had changed- I had changed.

After ordering a cup of coffee I sit down at the side of a bar, so I can overlook the guests while I read a book. I take a sip, the words on the books becoming nothing but a muddle of ink as the voices of customers broke through my thoughts.

"Noah."

"Did you hear about what happened to him? With his ex?"

"He has a new movie now, right?"

"I heard he's going to be playing the piano."

"Have you seen the video of him playing?"

"What? Show me?"

Music fills the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. The sound wraps itself around me, pulling me closer.

Beethoven Symphony no. 9

Also known as 'Ode to Joy'

A beginner song, but a beautiful one none the less when played right. However, it wasn't played right. Every other key was wrong and I felt myself cringing at the simple mistakes.

Glancing over to the girls I saw looks of admiration across their faces. Did they not understand how bad it sounded? Or how it was supposed to sound? I let out a sigh, it was useless. They must like him or something, that's got to be it. There's no way they are listening to him for his non existent piano playing skills.

I closed my eyes, tapping my fingers against the wood, a memory filling my mind. I could see the bright spot light again, the sound of the keys echoing throughout the room. I could hear James, the violinist beside me. I could see his smile, feel the warmth in his touch, in his kiss.

I closed my eyes, letting his warmth take over me.

"That was amazing Eve! You blew everyone away," James' voice filtered through my mind.

I could remember it all so clearly. The clicking of my heels on the floor, the swish of my white dress that pulled at the recently cleaned floor and the smile on his face reaching past his dimples. Erik and I had worked together throughout the past few years.

"You think so?" I let out a breath, exhausted.

James nodded, placing a kiss on my tinted cheeks, his becoming rosy in the process. I turned away from him, pulling at the edge of my white dress so it would no longer drag on the ground.

The memory slowly faded, and a new one came to me. The faces of the audience, the whispers, and ...the black lens of the cameras. There was so many, all pointed at me, moving with every movement I made. I quickly shoved the images away, guilt consuming me.

A ringing cut through my memories, making them evaporate. The guilt however lingered.

"Hi mom," I perked up as I answered.

"Evelyn did you make it there all right?" My mother, Evelyn asked, but continued a moment after before I could answer," I knew I shouldn't let you go by yourself."

"Mom I'm fine, really. The apartments great and James is here with me, we-"

"You guys aren't living together right?" She cut me off, and I could almost feel her narrow eyes staring me down.

"No, he's living across town. He's gotten a job at a music-"

"Is there a piano?"

"What?"

"Is there a piano Eve? This may be a break but you still need to practice so that you can go to Juilliard. How much have you been practicing?" She nagged through the phone as I took a sip of coffee.

The apartment didn't come with a piano. But I was prepared for all the visits mom would make so had ordered a small piano, like the one I had first played on. It was a brown one, with gold lettering carved into the middle. Just like Grans.

"I got a piano mom, don't worry," I sighed.

"Okay Evelyn." Silence filled the air but was cut off shortly, "Just two years right?"

"Yes," I echoed what I had promised to her months before. But would I be able to go through with it? Would I be able to get on the stage again?

I gulped at the thought.

"I love you Eve," I could hear her smile through the phone.

"I love you too."

I hung up, staring at my phone for a moment before searching up Noah.

The first thing that popped up was a black and white picture of a jaw-dropping guy. I clicked on the picture, practically snorting at the sigh of his last name- King.

Noah King. Huh, it fit.

I changed my search to Noah King on photos, and watched as my phone went into overload. There were thousands of photos of him, some professional while some looked like they were shot by fans.

It didn't surprise me that there were pictures of him with lots of girls, he looked to be a young adult- twenty two at most. There were pictures from him at night clubs, to him during movies.

I took a sip from my tea, gaping at the pictures. He looked handsome, godly even. With his light brown hair and ocean blue eyes. I clicked on Wikipedia, skimming it.

Noah King, also known as the 'Prince of New York' was in a disastrous relationship years ago due to his ex cheating on him. He had always been famous. But something about that relationship ending and him becoming one of the worlds most wanted bachelors made his ratings star rocket. He had become famous worldwide.

But after that it was blank, so I continued the search elsewhere.

He left, for a few years. Totally disappeared from the news, although there were some photos of a look alike in London. There were a few articles questioning his whereabouts, and what he was going on with.

But one article caught my attention, it was titled: The Prince Is Back.

I skimmed the article, reading only the important parts. I could practically see my mother staring at me, a disappointing frown spread across her face.

A smile filled my face as I rolled to the bottom of the article, my breath hitching at the last few sentences.

One things for sure, with Noah King coming back with a new movie titled: Autumn. He will be working on this with his ex fiancé from four years ago, Cindy Love. With the two of them on set something is bound to happen. So whats next for Noah King? A new romance, or budding old one? Will there finally be a Queen for New York?

It won't take long to find out, because Noah is back.