As I picked up my guitar and looked at the public, the last time I was on stage flashed before my eyes. I could remember the sounds, the smells, even the tastes clearly. That time, coming up on stage felt like a rebellion. Now, it feels like freedom.

The first song I played was the song that started everything: The song I copied from my brother's diary. Not only because it's so famous, and it's played on all the radios (yes, not only people know me for being part of the Council, now I'm recognized for my music!), but because it makes me feel.. like a winner, like I just killed The One Who is The One. The public goes nuts. And frankly, so do I.

- Thank you, guys! - I scream after Byron and I play five (amazing) songs. It felt like half a song though, I could've played all night.

When we leave the stage, I see my brother and Janine, looking like they haven't heard a single word I've been singing, busy as they were licking each other's faces. Ew. But I have to admit I love seeing them together, specially after he almost lost her in a battle against wolves last year. They're adorable. Still, I don't have to watch them eating each other in public.

- Ahem. - I clear my throat, loud enough for them to hear it.

Whit seems a little flustered when he finally pulls away from Janine.

- Hey Wist, great show! - He says.
- Yeah, the best you've ever did.. - Janine says, blushing.
- Cut it out, I know you guys haven't been paying atention..
- How could you say something like that?! - Whit says, with a fake resentment, which makes me laugh.
- You should've heard us, though, we were amazing out there.. - Byron says, looking tired, but happy.
- Yeah, we were! - I say, as I give him a high five.
- Guys, don't be mad, you are awesome, but it's like, the fifth show this month, with the same five songs... - Said Whit.
- You should feel honored to see us playing, I bet we're gonna be so famous in a few years that you're gonna miss us. - Byron says, with a smirk.
- Please, don't be so humble By. - Whit says in the same tone.

We stay like this, laughing and talking for almost an hour, before I realize it's too late. I have to wake up early the next day because of a Council meeting. I love helping our community, but sometimes I wish I was just a regular girl, who can sleep for a regular amount of hours.

But I'm far away from 'regular'.

- Sorry guys, but I gotta go. Meeting tomorrow.
- Wait for me. - Byron says.
- You guys are coming? - I ask.
- I'm sleeping at Janine's tonight. - Whit says, blushing a little.
- TMI. That's why we no longer live together, Whit: So I don't have to hear that kind of things anymore! Next time tell me you're staying a little more... - I say.

He gives me the finger, but I'm already walking away from them, laughing.

- Want a ride? - Byron asks when we reach the parking lot.
- Sure.

We don't talk on the way to my apartment, we just listen to a rock music I choose on his radio. Sometimes, when I get too caught up in the song and start singing, he gives me some looks, amused. When he stops in front of my building, I don't immediately leave his car, 'cause the song we're listening to is too good to be missed (The sound of winter - Bush).

- Seriously, we were awesome today. - He says when I stop singing.

I know what he means. We always seemed to have a weird conection on stage, but today.. it was inexplicable. I don't even answer, I just smile. There's not much else to say. But he gets it anyway.
He's still wearing an unusual combination of a black shirt, jeans, sneakers and messy hair. Unusual for him, I mean. He's always so well dressed... except when we play. He even looks kind of cute. But he doesn't have to know that.

- So.. goodnight kiss? - he says, suggestively.

The guy never gives up, I gotta say.

- No, but keep on trying.
- I will. - He says, without losing his smile.

I look at him, thinking about that last year, how badly I treated him.. and how he remains so... sweet and loyal in spite of that. I already cared about him, but after that, he became really important to me, I can really count on him. That thought makes me lean in and give him a kiss. On the cheek.

- Not what I meant, but that will keep me for now - He grins at me.
- Goodnight, weasel.

I walk away from the car, but not before looking back, and seeing him touching the place my lips had just been.