Chapter 3

When the show was over they both sat and waited for the crowd to leave. Now tell me what's going on?" Margie asked with a worried look. "That is him, Howie, he.....I never thought that...the names were the same!" She said through new tears."Are you talking about your past?" asked Margie."Yes....yes, that's him. I thought...I thought..he was..." She was cut off by a security guard. "Miss, you are to come with me please." He told her. She sat there for a moment shell shocked. "And my friend, please?" she managed to squeak out. "yes, now this way please." Moments later they were in a room which had a few couches and some video games along the wall. On the tabel was some sodas and odds and ends of snacks. "So are you ever gonna tell me whats going on?" Margie asked plopping down on the couch reaching for a drink. "I don't really know...I mean I have some rememberance, but I can't see it all. I just know that it is him." She said turning to face her friend. "You really loved him didn't you?" "Yes, I did, and I still do." As tears welled up in her emerald eyes. The door opened and a tall blonde guy walked in."Hi I'm nick." he offered his hand and she shook it. "I guess you have made some type of impact on Howie, he has been so desperate to get you back here after the show." he said with a big smile sitting next to her friend. "I really don't know what to say." was all she could manage. Just to hear his name, knowing fully that it was him. She walked over to one of the games and leaned against it and folded her arms. Her friend and Nick seemed to be getting along fine, seeing as the were talking up a storm, just about ignoring her. The air seemed to be electrified out of no where as the door opened and Howie walked in. He seemed to be taking in the sight of her, she could hold back no longer. She took the few steps that were between them, as she did he held out his arms to embrace her. As she fell into his arms the memorie flooded her compleatly.

chapter 4