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“I know its your opinion. I think he’s beating up on my girl.” Kelly laughed. “I don’t suppose for one moment it would be because she’s from Wales.” “Well, I suppose if you put it like that.
Yes. I’m Welsh and I’m proud of it.”
Torens shook his head. He was stood near to the judges overhearing every word said? He grinned.
Thorn was an experienced Professional singer. A more than able judge.
Kelly was a ‘short assed blonde’, but no bimbo by any stretch of the imagination. Sarah reminded him of a younger version of Kelly. As for Richard known as Rocky. A star who had been delighted to serve as a judge.
He, was well versed in the latest re the music scene and only shadowed by the presence of Willard.
Willard was shrewd, intuitive and well liked in the music business. 
From the streets like Thorn or ‘Prickles’ as his missus liked to call him! Took his chances, pushed and seized the day unlike so many who would never get further than the entry levels.
“You’ve had your eye on HER girl Cerise, winning from the start.” “I’ll have you know that I treat all of the contestants on an equal level.
Based on quality of performance, vocals, stance, stage presence and the song they choose. NO favoritism. Unlike.” He glanced at Willard. “Some around here.”
Willard carried on with sipping his coffee. A glare from him as his eyelids flared but he said nothing.
“If she wins, she wins. I’m not asking you to vote for HER, simply because I vote for HER.” “Well I like Sarah, that’s her name?”
Rocky nodded. “She’s cute, reminds me of you when you were that
age Kelly.”
Torens had not been the only one overhearing the conversation. Sasha the PA to Kelly had been stood next to the bushes near to where they were all sat. She had paused to catch her breath, as she could hear voices she had leaned in, to peer over the fence.
Some minutes later, she felt something brush against her leg. Glancing down she froze, her eyes fixed on this huge and by that, one could say FAT, rat. It appeared to be doing what she was doing! Sniffing around and eavesdropping! It shifted its head as its ears flicked before looking up at her. Their eyes meeting briefly before she screamed.
The rat? It fled!
Tearing out of the bushes towards Kelly who had turned towards the direction where the racket was coming from? Kelly on seeing this monstrous rat coming towards her, at break neck speed? She tried frantically to scramble onto a chair, not easy with 6 inch stiletto heels! The creature shot past her and into the distance.
The others, were falling about laughing. Torens moved towards Kelly as she staggered back, off balance tumbling into him. He was thrown to the ground with Kelly sprawled across him!
‘You’ he thought are absolutely stunning. The perfume on his nostrils, the sense of warmth next to her.
Those golden locks of hair. His thoughts were no longer on Kelly. IT was HER; Sarah.
“Bloody hell, that was a monster. I thought it was going to stop for a snack Kelly!”
Thorn was sat trying to stop himself from laughing, almost falling off the chair.
“I tell you girl, I’ve not seen one that big since my last visit to my sisters farm in Wales.
I swear I saw the gleam in its eyes as it shifted past you, fancied you girl!”
More laughter as Kelly sat herself down glaring at them. She apologized to Torens before yelling to two of the stage crew who stopped what they were doing, almost immediately, to see what she wanted.
“Rats?” No they had not seen any rats. “If I see, one more rat, I am out of here!”
“So who do you think is going to win this weeks heat?” Rocky had returned with several beers and some wine for Kelly. They sat and sipped at the drinks. “Sarah’s girl Cerise..”
“See I’m not the only one!” Thorn grinned as he shook Torens hand.
Torens placed his bottle onto the table. “I have a lot of respect for all of you, especially you Kelly.
What you’ve been through over the last few years. Kelly sipped her wine. Rocky and Thorn excused themselves; left with Willard in hot pursuit.
“Frightening isn’t it.” Torens had picked the bottle up to swig back some beer. “What is.” “Knowing you have cancer and how suddenly in an instance your life changes.” How did she know? He had not told her. So who had? “Remission is good but there is always the fear, it will come back.”
Like Kelly, Torens had found it hard to talk about it. Who could sense, could feel, could know, how it affected your moods, your temperament. Caustic, short tempered. The chemo and radiation therapy, that made you feel
so sick, so tired and wasted after?
Frustrated, enraged. Highs followed by terrible, terrible lows. Tears. Ah yes. Kelly had been waylaid some time earlier. Ended up sharing some hot buttered croissants and coffee with her. “I hear, you and Torens are always raging at each other.”
“Who told you that?” So Kelly knew Patrice and Frank? Sarah knew that as a celebrity, Kelly had not been able to keep her cancer a secret. “You should know why he is the way he is.” A puzzled look on her face?
“He had cancer, last year. 2nd round of it. I’m surprised Frank did not tell you. Almost killed him.” Sarah put her cup down, sat back. Tears forming in her eyes?
“I love him, hate him, rage at him, feel for him. Time running out. Don’t want to face up to the truth and yet as big a coward as he was when he realized the second time around that it had returned. Scared him silly. I wanted to be there for him, to be at his side.
The first time, I fled. Deserted him when he needed me most? Scared, frightened, terrified of losing him.
To all of his friends I was a coward. When he recovered, I returned and most of them wouldn’t talk to me.
We’ve spent time over the years meeting up, different places but I always had the impression he had not forgiven me for how I ran.”
She went onto explain the Facebook incident. Trashing him? A response generated by fear, of denial. Laughing it off hoping it would simply pass. HER name on his lips with HIS dying breath. All too soon the years pass, the days pass and the truth remains. He could not, would not deny his love for her. No matter how often she had pushed him to, howled in rage that he could profess to love her with such indifference.
How could he say, sometimes LOVE, NEVER dies?! Kelly looked at her. Sadness. The same she had felt and she knew what Sarah was fearing most of all. Not how long he might have, but actually losing him. Losing the one you love. She had loved him. Never in all of her life ever loved someone the way she had her ’Phantom of the opera’..
How can it be, that someone can come into your life and you feel this link, this connection that drives you to the point of insanity at times? Loving them, caring about them, fearing to lose one moment of time without them?
Sarah let out a howl.
“I am so so sorry. Talking about this, after you lost him. you two were Inseparable. I am such a bitch at times, me and my big mouth!” Kelly handed her a tissue, tears forming in her eyes. She leaned in closer to Sarah.
“Some things in life can’t be defined within logic.
Your senses all in disarray. Blinded by the light that floods em and leaves you caught in its glare.
Love, emotions, all that you were, you are and you want to be tied up in that moment in time when you know.
Nothing in your life will ever surpass this moment, made worse perhaps knowing you don’t want to be sensible, logical, reasonable. LOVE is all that counts. Never to lose that feeling, of being held, of being loved, of no longer being lost. Of finally discovering the truth for what it is.
Deny it all you want, in the end Sarah. Sometimes LOVE, NEVER dies.
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