"Audition," James repeated. "I got called back for an audition."

"You didn't!" Vigil shrieked.

He laughed, smoothing down his groomed hair. He was decked out in a sharp suit, shoes shined to perfection. "I did."

"Now?" She asked, scanning his groomed attire.

"Right now. In only a few minutes."

"So you're auditioning at six in the morning?" She whispered, craning her neck to peer down the hall.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" James asked, wincing.

"Yeah, well," Vigil said. "Margaret did have to wake me in my nightgown, saying that the gardener wanted me."

"Sorry," He replied. "But are you coming or not?"

~~~~~

Vigil was fully dressed, and she was clutching James hand. They skirted along the London streets, cheeks flushed with excitement and fatigue. James was glowing, a hopeful happiness in his eyes.

"Do you really think I'll get the job?" He asked, ducking under a low hanging shop sign.

"You'll be the most famous singer in all of Europe." She replied.

They found the jazz club, and stepped up to the building. James stopped at the door, biting his lip.

"I don't know about this." He swallowed, suddenly uneasy.

Vigil smiled and took his hand. "You are going to do fantastically. Trust me."

He nodded, kissing the top of her head. "I trust you, curly."

They opened the door and stepped inside. It was empty in the early hours of the day, the stage bare. A single light shone down on the stage, ready for James. A small pack of men were there, aged and important looking. One stood up, shook James' hand.

"You are here for singing, am I correct?"

James stood straighter and cleared his throat. "Yes. I am."

"Give us what you've got." The man said.

James glanced back at Vigil. She nodded encouragingly and clasped her hands together.

He cleared his throat, again, and began. If not better, his voice was just as stunning as any other time. Vigil bit her lip, craning her neck to see the men's expressions. Their faces were emotionless, merely nodding and listening.

"This is it," She whispered excitedly. "He's going to get it."

I won't stop until you jump. That same voice pounded through her brain, and she gritted her teeth. She was not going to mess this up.

James stopped singing, and glanced at her. She pressed a hand to her head and nodded. "Keep going," She mouthed.

He pursed his lips together, but returned to his singing, not as powerful as before. Vigil suddenly moaned, and he faltered again. Stepped forward to help her. She started to shake her head, but another voice sliced through her thoughts.

I won't stop until you give up. The words cut like a dagger through her skull, louder and even more painful than ever before. Vigil gave an involuntary yelp, and James stopped. She wished she could tell him to keep going, but she could barely speak. Her ears were ringing and suddenly she had collapsed to the ground, hands pressed to her ears.

"Vigil!" Was that James? He sounded like he was a mile away, though she could feel his hands squeezing hers.

"What's wrong with her?" She heard one of the men say. "Should a call a doctor?"

"No," James said, too quickly. "It's just another one of her headaches. I suppose she hasn't taken her pills yet."

"James," She murmured, the foor tilting beneath her. "You need... finish audition..."

She felt his arms lift her up. "No, I need to get you back home."

And with that, she passed out.