(YC/N) POV

"Mark, it's (YC/N,) how quickly can you be in New York?" 

He stuttered for a moment. "Well, how quick do you need me to be there, and why?"--
"Tomorrow morning if you can. I'm leaving later tonight with my aunt but, if (Y/N) means to you as much as you say she does, you better be there." The call went quiet, the only signal of life on the other end was the heavy breathing I could hear.  "She means the world to me, but it doesn't even matter anymore. She already moved on, and forgotten about me." 

I felt guilty, because I could hear it in his voice, the pain he felt saying those words but, I knew something he didn't. "She hasn't moved on, Mark. Almost every single day since we left LA all I heard was her cry and tell me a hundred times over how she feels so stupid for still being so in love with you. That feeling doesn't just go away, dude. I know her better than anyone. She still loves you, I can guarantee that and if you still love her, I suggest you trust me and meet me tomorrow, let's say around 5 at Tavern On the Green in Central Park." -- "Uhh. I-I-uh, I don't know."
End POV

Your POV

"But you put on quite a show.
Really had me going but, now it's time to go.
Curtains finally closing.
That was quite a show, very entertaining.
But it's over now, go on and take a bow.
But it's over now..."

My fingertips wandered off from the keys of the piano, and I sighed as I took in the moment.
"Cut the lights." Was yelled from afar, and with that my spotlight vanished.
"You're getting there, you know. Each time I hear you sing this particular song, I hear more and more emotion. However, there's one thing that plaques me, I get the feeling you're still not giving it your all. Like there's something holding you back."
I bowed my head, and glued my eyes to the floor while I took in her words.
"Tomorrow, this room is going to be filled with almost 500 people, and I have no doubt you'll do wonderfully. My question is, do you believe in yourself enough to feel the same?"

Frankly I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. My entire summer and up to this moment felt like a dream. A dream filled with beautiful description. Nothing felt real to me anymore because the one thing I was so sure about turned out to be the complete opposite. The thought of the roller coaster I had been riding the last year and a bit was all of a sudden beginning to eat away at me. 'How can I believe in myself when I'm not even sure who I am, or what I'm doing anymore.'

The mess of confused emotions engulfed me into a dark and scary place, even if it was only a few moments of thought, I felt trapped. I closed my eyes for a moment trying to calm myself down, only to have the darkness I was seeing be replaced with memories. Memories of my father, and memories I shared with Mark. The sorrow I felt within my heart broke free in the form of a tear, dripping down my rosy, warm cheeks. I only looked up when I heard the auditorium door squeak as my professor was leaving."I haven't given up on you, so don't give up on yourself." The auditorium door slammed behind her, leaving me in literal darkness.

Only then, when I was sitting in the dark, of an empty theater alone with my thoughts did the passage of my favorite book ever make sense. 

'Sometimes we have to give up wonderful things in order to make everything alright.
We have to bleed alone, for somebody to smile. We need those tears to flow just to save the tears of others. We have to break our own hearts to fill somebody else's empathyness and there are times when we have to give up our own happiness just to rescue someone else's burden. 
That's what you call love. It wasn't, isn't and will never be, fair.'

As I left the stage and made my way out of the building, I thought about that passage. I also replayed the night I went to Mark's and re-experienced every emotion I felt throughout our entire relationship. 
' I don't regret loving him, I just regret believing he loved me too. i'd still do anything for him, despite it all. He's taught me so much, and for that I'm forever grateful. So I hope he finds someone who can please him, and give him all he needs. I just want him to be happy, even if it's not with me, because after everything, I foolishly still love him and love wasn't, isn't and will never be fair.'

Later that night, while I was getting ready to call it a night, my phone began to ring. 
"Hi Mommy!" It was so nice to hear my mothers voice again. It felt like we haven't spoken in ages, and to know she'll be here tomorrow was an uplifting feeling. I could sure have used a hug. 
"You guys just landed? Good! I hope your flight went well... well duh of course it did, you're here! 
Okay, so the Showcase starts at 6:00, so you'd be best to show up around 5:00-5:15, as seating is based on first come, first serve. The sooner you get there, the closer you'll be to the stage. Vocal artists are going lasted, so I probably won't hit the stage until around 7:30 BUT maybe when I'm done me, you and (YC/N) can go for something to eat! Do you have a piece of paper and a pen handy, I'll give you the address... we're not having the showcase at the school. The school rents out space at the Walter Reade Theatre near by, every year for the show case. Tell me when you're ready for it....... Okay, it's 174 W 65th St."

Out of no where the phone call got cut off, which I only assumed was due to her being in the airport, she may be in an area that had poor service. 

I sat there on the edge of my bed, kicking my feet with nothing by confused smiles. On one hand, I was super excited to give my first real meaningful performance which was now only hours away. Also was really excited to see my mom as well, even if it had only been about a month since I seen her last. On the other hand, my nerves were just all over the place. I was worried about what level of performance I was going to be able to give, and scared to be confronted with (YC/N) as I know we didn't leave things on very good terms last time we spoke. There was really no sense worrying about things I couldn't change, but really, the waiting game was absolute torture. 

*Next Day*

I awoke to a cold sweat and panting. I didn't quite remember my dream but I knew it obviously was closer to a nightmare. The sun peeked through my curtains and set a gentle kiss of it's ray down upon my face. I remained in bed, laying their silently anxiously anticipating the showcase, which was literally only hours away. The fact that my entire life as a vocal artist depended highly on the outcome of this showcase was a terrifying apprehension. I closed my eyes again, only for a moment giving myself time to wake up only to be startled by two hands gripping both oh my shoulders, and heavy breathing fairly close to my face. Surprised, I opened my eyes to my room-mate inches away from my face, practically breathing down my neck. "Wake up, we got rehearsal in 20 minutes!" 
I figured for sure she must have been joking being rehearsal didn't start until 3:00. Shockingly, she wasn't lying. When I rolled over to grab my phone, the time was indeed 2:39pm. 'How the fuck did I manage to sleep this long!' 

As I rushed around the room to get ready as quick as possible in order to make it to rehearsal for 3:00, I started to remember the dream I had just woken up from. "Something wrong dear?" Brookelynn questioned from across the room. Clearly, I'm not very good are burying things behind a fake smile when something is bothering me. "I see him everywhere, in everything I do. It's like I can't get away from him. He's like a ghost, haunting me and leaving his words to echo deep within my very soul. I'm starting to lose my grip, and I feel as if I'm slowly going crazy. I'm beginning to feel as if I can't live life normally without him.I'm scared, Brookie." I cried out, grabbing at my hair in all the confusion. She, just stood there, as if she was watching me lose self control. I've had many dreams like this, but this one was darker. "It's like I need him. My subconscious is trying to warn me. He's like a drug, and I'm hooked. I'm terrified of what might happen if I can't go back to living life normally." 

Brookelynn immediately grabbed my shoulder and forced me to take a seat on the bed, feeling my forehead. "Who are you talking about? Are you feeling okay honey? What do you mean you're terrified of what might happen? Just what might happen? That scares me, big time." I sat there, eyes glued to the floor hyperventilating. The feeling of being trapped is only getting worse. "I'm going to get Ms. Umbridge!" I reached out for Brookelynn's wrist to prevent her. "I'm fine. Really. you go on to rehearsal, I'm gonna be late anyway, but I'll meet you there, I promise! Also, please keep this to yourself." 

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