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located in New York, a part of She's Gone, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Ashleigh Kennedy Carey Character Portrait: Wendy Collins Character Portrait: Jean-Louis Gage
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They were setting up. Ashleigh didn't know, wasn't' certain how she was feeling right now. She wouldn't be singing with Jean... and it kinda broke her heart. His low voice and her high were in harmony, most of the time, and they'd made some beautiful songs. Not that she's throwing that away, it's just, she needs something more than a duet with a guy who'll never love her like she loves him. She was almost certain of it.

She started to regret even meeting the man. All the little things he did were clouding her head, and damn it, she needed a clear head for tonight. Why the fuck did he have the right to just control her emotions and all of her, when she would bet that he didn't even know she felt this.. lingering emotion for him. It had to be lust. It couldn't be anything more, she was sure he didn't even know.

And she hated him for it.

So, now as a Rockin' Roller, she was going to be 'showcased'. As Michael was explaining right before the concert would start, she pursed her lips, jaw locking in place. What if they came to this? There was a one in a hundred chance, but something just felt off. Michael furrowed his eyebrows, and rested a strong hand on her small shoulder. "Love, just close your eyes. It's a duet, so I'll be sitting, strumming on the guitar right by your side. Just close your eyes, and lose yourself in the music tonight. I promise the stage fright will cease soon." He smiled, and gave her a small nod before disappearing behind the stage to get some more wires for the amps.

Ashleigh took a deep breath, and she flowing onto the stage in her pure white dress, her hair moving just a little as she could feel a breeze pet her skin. Her eyes scanned the crowd, she didn't see them. Thank heavens.

The Rockin' Rollers rocked the house with one of their originals, with Ashleigh included. Next, they set up for the duet between Michael and Ashleigh, them sitting on barstools, and Michael quickly tuning his guitar as she spoke. "I want to thank everyone for being so enthusiastic tonight, um, I'm a bit of a nervous Netty, so this next song will be my blosoming, so to speak." She chuckled humbly, and looked to Michael to see if he was ready.

But, when she looked back out, her heart sank into her throat, and she swallowed hard.

Jean and Wendy were here. Fuck her.

Song: A Thousand Years feat. Steve Kazee