Thank you, God, for everything.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Tangled or When She Loved Me. Here's a little something, it's AU, obviously. Let me know if I should continue it or not. Thank you for reading! God bless you!

Rapunzel stood outside of the bar, and took a deep breath. She just needed to stay calm, was all. She could do this, right? This is what she wanted to do . . . for forever. This was what she snuck out of the house, out from under her mother's nose, to do. On her shoulder, coming out from beneath her long blonde hair, which Rapunzel had tied back into a braid with a hair thing, came her little pet chameleon. Pascal, green, small, nimble and fast, was her outside eyes and ears. He had found this place.

It was a far cry from her home in Beverly Hills, where everything was clean and tidy and expensive. The house where she lived with her mother, Mother Gothel, a dame from Germany, had a tower, a long building in the back of the house. Her room was in there, and that was where she stayed. She was never allowed outside of the house. That was why she had snuck out while her mother went to her day job.

This here was a mess. It was dark, creepy, murky, with a half illuminated sign announcing the name of it: The Snuggly Duckling. A strange name for a bar, but Rapunzel didn't complain. This was her chance, and if it was a murky bar where talent scouts hung out, looking for the next talented, quirky thing, then that was where she was headed.

She looked to Pascal, who gave her a nod, and said, "Well, okayyy," and she stepped forward and walked in.

She was met with the stale scent of beer. There was a bar, a shelf of cloudy bottles behind the barkeeper, who worn a helmet. Rapunzel looked tentatively around, and almost gave a shriek, holding her black purse in front of her. There was customers, and they were all men, and drinking, and dirty. Everyone looked like they worked the docks in San Fransisco.

Pascal crawled back on her shoulder, and she felt someone behind her touch her back. She shrieked and bounced away, almost scowling as she held up her purse to hit whoever touched her.

"Whoa! Hey, hold it, Blondie," said the man. He gave her a sly smile, and Rapunzel wrinkled her nose. He was wearing a blue shirt over a white one, a leather jacket, and long, torn jeans with heavy sneakers. He offered his hand and said, "Flynn Rider. What's your name?"

"Rapunzel, and that's all you'll get," she said quickly, her orange flower earrings jingling in her ears.

"Okay, fine. Be that way," he said, and he dismissively turned and headed to the bar.

Rapunzel looked away from him, and Pascal crackled with growls by her ear. Rapunzel put her purse down and laughed, saying, "Oh, it's okay, Pascal." She gulped and said, "We just need to be careful around here."

"Hey, you," she heard, and she turned to see a rather fat, bald man, dressed in biker clothes coming toward her. She visibly gulped when she saw that he was wearing a hook at the end of one of his hands.

"Yes?" she said.

"Hey, don't let him bother you," the man said, pointing to Flynn Rider, who was joking about blood and pointing at some guy's mustache. The hook handed man leaned toward her and said, a hand at his mouth, "Nobody 'round here really likes him. Ignore him, and call me if you have any trouble. I'm security around here."

"Oh. Thank you," Rapunzel said, sounding relieved, making the man smile.

"Name's Hook. Poetic, huh?" he said, holding up his hand.

"I'm awfully sorry about that," Rapunzel said.

"Ah, don't worry about it."

"I'm Rapunzel," Rapunzel said.

"Rapunzel. Nice to meet you. Now, tell me, what kind of pretty girl like you is doing in this part of town in this joint?"

Rapunzel let out a breath, folding her arms over her shirt, which was a white shirt with purple birds on it, and said, "Well, I actually came here to sing. I've heard that talent scouts like to frequent this place."

Hook frowned. "You think that you're talented enough to get a deal, or at least a gig?"

Rapunzel shrugged, saying sheepishly with a weak smile, "I don't really know. That's why I want to see what other people think."

"Weeeelllll," Hook said, turning and leading her through the crowd of men, who all noticed her as they drank from their pints, leading her to the karaoke stage. It was a brown stage, a piano in the back of it, a few lights and a screen in front of it. Hook turned to Rapunzel, who was fairly bursting with excitement, and said, "What song do you want?"

"'When She Loved Me,'" Rapunzel said quickly. She bent and hid her purse in the side of the stage so that no one would see it and steal it, and looked up to Hook, saying, "You know the one?"

"Oh, yeah," Hook said. He smiled and winked as he turned to get the music, pointing her to the microphone as he did so.

Rapunzel turned to the microphone, and gently grasped it, lifting it out of its stand, its weight heavy in her hands. She smiled at Pascal, who crawled down her shirt and jeans and purple shoes, and sat by one of the stage lights, give her thumbs-up and looking overall very confident in her. She smiled, and looked out over the crowd. She knew that the both of them had been looking forward to this for a long time, and now here was her chance.

She took a deep breath, and the song started playing. She looked up, and caught sight of the lyrics, and she heard Hook call out, "And now, the Snuggly Duckling welcomes Rapunzel, who will be singing 'When She Loved Me!'"

There was only slight applause, and practically no one looked at her now as the alcohol called them away from her little girl persona and slow song choice. Rapunzel just sucked in a breath, and sang into the microphone:

When somebody loved me

Everything was beautiful

Every hour we spent together lives within my heart

The bar crowd slowly turned to Rapunzel, her angelic voice carrying the sad song over the sounds of bar jokes and laughter. Her voice was the only thing in the bar, and everyone stopped speaking, and watched her in quiet amazement.

And when she was sad,

I was there to dry her tears

And when she was happy

So was I

When she loved me

Rapunzel took a quick breath here, and looked down to Pascal, who gave her a giant thumbs-up, smiling broadly, and this made her smile, and sing with more energy.

Through the summer and the fall

We had each other, that was all

Just she and I together

Like it was meant to be

All of the patrons were now very sad looking, and even a few were wiping at a few manly tears. Rapunzel smiled and continued, barely noticing that Mr. Flynn Rider had even turned in his seat, and was quietly watching her, observing her. She had a great stage presence, and her voice wasn't too bad. Not at all.

And when she was lonely

I was there to comfort her

And I knew that she loved me

So the years went by

I stayed the same

But she began to drift away

I was left alone

Still I waited for the day

When she'd say I will always love you

Lonely and forgotten

I'd never thought she'd look my way

And she smiled at me and held me just like she used to do

Like she loved me

When she loved me

When somebody loved me

Everything was beautiful

Every hour we spent together lives within my heart

Her head was tilted back, she was singing into the microphone, and it felt like her lungs were going to burst out. She withheld enough so that she wasn't breathing it out, which was hard, considering she was barely breathing, only concentrating on her song, her eyes closed, her braid swishing as she moved her head about.

Four more words. She knew she'd do well.

When she loved me

She held the last note for a couple of seconds, and then her head drew back, and she opened her eyes to see a bar full of weeping men. She straightened as they all started clapping, clamoring for more, shouting, "Encore, encore!" Even Flynn Rider was clapping slowly at the bar. His face was almost blank, his eyes just watching her, her every move.

Rapunzel put a hand to her mouth, hiding her smile, as Hook came up on stage, almost stepping on Pascal, who barely noticed; he was clapping too hard. Hook smiled and said, "Well, what do you think? Encore! Encore!" He said in a quieter voice, "I can play the piano for ya if you want me to."

Rapunzel let out a breath and said for the entire bar, "I-I was only prepared to do that one song."

"Awwww," they all said, but she waved and they took that as a sign to turn back to their beers. Rapunzel, suddenly remembering, gulped and handed the microphone to Hook, saying, "Thank you soooo much." She patted his hand and smiled, and she walked off the stage, silently beckoning Pascal to her as she grabbed her purse. He scampered to her and crawled up her back onto her shoulder as she hurried to the front door.

"Hey, Blondie," she heard, and she turned to see Flynn Rider getting up from his spot at the bar.

"Don't-DON'T make me call management over here," she said quickly. She determinedly tightened her grasp on her purse and said, "DON'T make me mad."

"Hey, okay, just calm down. You were great up there," Flynn Rider said.

Rapunzel said, confused, "What?"

"Seriously, that was . . . um, great. What's your name again?"

"Rapunzel," she said quickly, raising an eyebrow.

"Gesundheit," Flynn said.

"It's TRUE," Rapunzel said, and she turned and opened the door. Pascal blew Flynn a raspberry as he quickly reached out and grabbed the door.

"Wait," he said.

"What?" Rapunzel said quickly. "I've got to get home." She didn't feel the need to tell this stranger that her mother was going to be home any minute and she felt an urge to rush, quickly, before her disappearance was noticed.

"Look," he said, and he reached into his leather jacket and smashed a piece of paper into her hand. "Here's a poster for an audition. There's a scout looking for new talent, and they might like what you have. It's got an address on it and everything."

Rapunzel looked at him strangely, wondering he was doing this, and he nodded and walked back to the bar. Rapunzel looked at her hand, where the ghosts of the gentle pressure of his hand was, and stuck the paper in her purse before hurrying out into the night, daring not to waste any time examining it while there was the probability of her disappearance being found out.

So . . . tell me what you think. Thanks for reading! God bless you!