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As the boys hit the stage for their performance, I immersed myself in jobs with helping the techies. They had me looking after microphone volume, which was a very boring job, but it did keep my busy. My concentration continually faultered whilst they played their set, throwing in a couple of 'work in progress' songs, one of them being "It's True Love", an aptly named love ballad.

True love is scarce
As crossed as prickles and thorns
On juniper trees

True love is rare
A species falling in love
In time
(I still believe)

True love
Is it a fairytale?
Love isn't makebelieve
True love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring

True love
Is it a fairytale?
Love isn't makebelieve.
True love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring

True love's old fashioned
True love is antique
Love is established philosophy

True love is much more scarce than money
Love in our pockets will never go hungry!
In separate ways
(And everyone says)

True love
Is it a fairytale?
Love isn't makebelieve
True love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring

True love
Is it a fairytale?
Love isn't makebelieve
True love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring

Piano solo

True love
Is it a fairytale?
Love isn't makebelieve
True love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring

True love
Is it a fairytale?
Love isn't makebelieve
True love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring

True love
Is it a fairytale?
Love isn't makebelieve
True love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring

True love
Is it a fairytale?
Love isn't makebelieve
True love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring

By the end of the song, I was reduced to tears. The boys walked offstage, and Ryan instantly ran over to me, embracing me as I let all of my pain out in bucketfuls of tears. I clung to his back, emptying my suffering, taking almost twenty minutes to recompose myself. When I did, and I removed myself from Ryan's body, I wiped my face with the back of my left hand, feeling a scratching pain.

"Ouch," I cried, pulling my hand away and seeing what I had just hurt myself with. Staring back at me from my finger was the depressing sapphire ring. I pulled it off and placed it in the palm mof my right hand.

"I don't suppose I'll be needing this anymore now that... that manwhore has ripped my heart from my chest."

"Honey, send it to Pete. Let him deal with it," Ryan said, looking to the guys for support.

"I think Ryan's right Nia. Let the boss deal with it," Spencer agreed.

"No. I'll go and see Pete. I need to see him anyway, and I need to tell him. And we'll deal with William together," I said, jumping off the speaker I was sitting on and heading to the trailer.

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After a couple of hours of packing, crying, rational thinking and booking plane tickets, I was at the airport, ready to fly to New York to meet with Pete. As I boarded the plane though, I couldn't help but think, am I doing the right thing?




Okay, well that was the final chapter of Losing the Feeling. I'm sad to see it's over, but I will definately be posting a sequel to this, once school dies down a bit and I'm done moving. The sequel with either be in Fall Out Boy or Panic, but most likely FOB.

Sorry for not updating quicker guys, I'm in the process of moving, I have been at camp and rehearsuls for both the school musical (Wizard of Oz) and my theatre studies class play (Medea) for the past week or two, and have just come down with the flu...again.

If you guys have any suggestions for the sequel, please leave them - I probably won't write it until July!
Thanks for reading guys!

xox Emmmi