Walking onto the stage, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She had done this every Saturday for 3 months. The bartender knew her by her drink, a light beer, from the tap, not a bottle. The waitress knew that she liked French fries with garlic mayo. The other regulars knew her style, usually upbeat and fun, hardly ever a sad song. They looked forward to her sweet voice, soft and mellow, pulling them up. But tonight was different. As she whispered her song choice to the pianist, she took another breath to calm herself down. It was a new song, one she had never done before. She wanted to think that this was the reason her nerves were so wrecked, but she knew that wasn't it. As the pianist started in with the first few chords of the song, she grabbed the mike and took a step forward.

There's a harvest each Saturday night
At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride
A place you can stand for one night and get gone
It's clear this conversation ain't doing a thing
Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing
And I don't feel like singing tonight
All the same songs

She looked into the crowd and saw the faces that had become so familiar to her look up in wonder. She had never done a song like this before. It was new, uncharted territory. It was even a bit scary. This was only made more so by the extra set of eyes on her tonight. They were the deepest brown, and they were filled with a kind of look she hadn't seen in a long time. Sitting a few rows back, at her regular table, was Booth. Booth was here, and he was watching her like a hawk.


Here in these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?

The situation's always the same
You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood's name
Stealing gold from the silver they see
But it's not me

She let her eyes drift shut as she moved with the soft tinkling of the piano. She couldn't look at him anymore. It hurt too much to look into his eyes. Her pain was reflected in her voice. She sang about the misconceptions of a better life and tried to stop the tears that were pricking behind her eyes.


Here in these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
There's nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?

She felt her resolve slipping, and she hated the way it felt. What she would give to just run off and fall into his arms. But she was here to prove a point. She was no longer sure of what that point was, but she just knew that she had one. She did her best to mask the pain that she felt, but every now and then it would float away on a bittersweet note.


Calling out somebody save me I feel like I'm fading away
am I gone?
Calling out somebody save me I feel like I'm fading

He heard her pain, the sadness that carried the sweet words of the song, a broken heart too clearly reflected in her voice. She hit the notes with power but she wanted to hide. It was a side that he hadn't seen before. She was baring her soul to more people than just him. It was unusual, but it drew him to her. Her eyes slowly opened and when she looked out she saw him, his eyes, and it killed her.

In these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
There's nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold on to you?

The last notes of the song floated out to the crowd and she stepped off the stage...off the stage, through the crowd and into his arms. He held her tiny frame in his powerful arms, a strong hand made its way up and down her back. Two small words flew from his mouth to her ears, shortly followed by three more. "I'm sorry. I love you"