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Moda Center

Portland, OR

July 23rd, 2020

Her set was over, the people had loved her, and she was putting her guitar away when a name she hadn’t heard in some time came wafting out of the doorway.

“Jaymie…Bluevine.”

Kaitin had trained herself not to react to this name and so upon hearing the speaker turned around, and felt her jaw drop.

Nico had gone off to grab them both something to eat and was planning on meeting her at the back entrance where the performers and roadies came in. He probably wouldn’t be back for another twenty minutes, which was more than enough time for Dylan, her former costar, to do or say whatever it was he’d come for.

Doing her best to keep her composure, Kaitlin replied, “Pardon me? How’d you get back here?”

“Don’t,” Dylan almost snarled at her, the sneer in his upper lip made all the worse by the fact that when he’d hit the water they’d been a little too close to the rocks, and a piece of shrapnel had rebounded, catching him in the face and laying him open from the left corner of his lip to his hairline. She’d read about it in the papers, he’d had extensive cosmetic surgery done to repair a lot of the damage but he’d also suffered a bit of nerve damage that had left him looking as though he had a constant curl to his upper lip.

“Don’t deny who you are, we both know the truth.”

“Sorry,” she shrugged, “I’m not sure what you’re-”

“You did this to me you bitch!” he yelled at her, pointing at his face, “I was one of the hottest things going just a year ago and you had to go and do this to me!”

The sound of running feet announced the big, burly security guards that had been stationed out in the hall, and before either Dylan or Kaitlin knew it they were blocking the doorway, one of them peering in as he asked, “Everything okay ma’am?”

Before she could answer Dylan snarled, “Yeah, she’s okay you dumbass. JAYMIE BLUEVINE is OKAY!”

The man that has spoken bristled slightly as he looked to Kaitlin, “Ma’am?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know what he’s talking about but he’s kind of freaking me out. Can you escort him out please?”

The two men were in the room and ushering Dylan towards the door and then down the hall before he could even sputter out another condemning yell, using her former name yet again as he cursed at her using every foul word he could think of. It was only a few seconds later that Nico came walking in, his eyes tracking down the hall before he stepped inside, closing the door behind him before depositing the food containers he was holding on the single couch that sat against the wall of the dressing room.

“Everything okay?” he asked her, looking at her carefully.

“Just an old memory,” Kaitlin said with a shrug, “That’s all.” Nico looked like he had more he wanted to say, but instead he sighed as he looked towards the food containers.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” she said, reaching for her own container.

(to be concluded)

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