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to think up the best excuse for her not to go.
    “Claire, its short notice, I don’t even know who the singer is,” Stella lied. “Maybe you should take someone else.” She didn’t want Claire to think something was wrong, so she tried to keep a straight face.
    Claire turned and looked at her, frowning. “No way Stella, you’re not backing out of this one, no one else would be able to come last minute and I’ve never won anything in my life.” She moved forward and held Stella’s arms. “Please Stella, it’s just one night and I never get to spend any time with you. You’ve been miserable the past few months and you say nothing’s wrong, but I’m not stupid.”
    Claire knew Stella better than anyone, it had been a struggle trying to convince her that nothing was wrong with her and it was just work that was getting her down. Claire knew otherwise though, but she didn’t want to push the matter too far and upset Stella. “I wanna go out with you, have a good time, forget all our worries. Please Stella, Please…” Claire gracefully fell to her knees, holding Stella’s hand, begging her to go.
    How could Stella forget all her worries when he was the one person she was trying to avoid, trying to get out of her mind and move on with her life? Secretly she knew that she wanted to see him again. She looked at her sister’s pleading eyes. She realised they hadn’t spent much time with each other lately and Stella knew she was depressing to be around, not even Claire could break her out of the spell. Claire had stayed home for weeks trying to comfort her and make her happy, she owed Claire that much to do this for her. It was a concert anyway with probably over a thousand people, so she doubted Tristan would see her anyway.
    “Ok. I’ll go, if it really means that much to you.”
    Her sister beamed, leaping up and giving her a tight hug, jumping up and down. “It does Stella! It will be awesome! Just you wait.” She turned, walking her way back to her dresses, pulling out a deep blue dress with spaghetti straps. She had seen Claire wear it before and it looked stunning on her. She threw it at Stella, who caught it in mid-air. “Here, you can wear this tonight.” Stella raised her eyebrows at her. “Stella,” her sister grunted.
    Stella rolled her eyes, breathing in a sigh, “Fine.” She smiled at her sister and watched her continue going through her dresses, picking up each one and holding them up against her.
    Stella felt her herself becoming more nervous now. She didn’t know what to think, what to do. What would happen if they made contact? What then?
    Her sister turned to her, realising Stella was in a trance. “ Oi ! You need to get ready Stella or we’ll be late!” She strode over to Stella, pushing her out the door.
    “Yes Sir!” Stella saluted Claire, mocking her persistence. Stella strolled down the hallway into her room. She silently stood in front of the wardrobe mirrors holding the dress up against her, giving herself a reassuring small smile. There’s no way he would notice her amongst the crowd she convinced herself, he’d probably forgotten about her anyway.
     
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    Tristan rested on the long black leather couch in the dressing room. He could hear the screams of the crowd from the main stage. He had just finished his final tuning on his guitar, readying himself for the concert that lay ahead. He knew he only had a couple of minutes to spare before the show started. He was debuting his new single tonight, he had written it not long after he met Stella. It’s like he had discovered a passion within him that he’d never felt before, making his song writing come so easily.
    He had spent the past three months with only thoughts of Stella. He was convinced she didn’t want anything to do with him after that night, or else she would have called. He’d been traveling around the country doing gigs trying to distract himself from notions of Stella, but no matter what he did or