To Win The Queen's Heart

At Close Call

Scott and Elsa walk hand in hand on the beaches of Cape Town. They're both excited and relieved take a break from all the practicing for tomorrow night's show with Taylor Swift. Scott wraps his arm around her shoulder and they walk like that till they are the only ones left on the beach. Taking a seat they look over at the ocean. The sun is sinking into the water and the clouds are smashed with colours of pink and blue. An amazing sight in an amazing city.

“And though the sand may be washed by the sea...” Elsa sang in thought.

“And the old will be lost in the new...” Scott joins her.

“Well four will not wait for three...”

“For three never waited for two. And though you will not wait for me...”

Finally their voices harmonize: “I'll wait for you...”

Scott breaks out into a smile looking into Elsa's eyes. He cups her face with his hands and his lips meets hers.

Warm, perfect... Elsa thought.

He slowly pulls away and let Elsa's head rest on his shoulder. They sit with their eyes closed and take in the calming sounds of the waves breaking and the breeze whooshed over them.

“Elsa, I wonder.....” Scott starts.

“Yes?”

“How would you like to....well....perform with us on tour?”

With pure surprise she sits up straight. “What?”

“I'm serious. You have a great voice...”

“You only heard me sing this once....”

“Nope.” Scott interrupts her, shaking his head.

“I've heard you as you come walking down the halls singing along to Pentatonix. I've heard how you hum softly beside me and it made me feel better at times when you didn't even know I felt at my worst. You. Have. Talent. And the world needs to see it.”

Elsa's eyes were welling up with tears of happiness. She blinked them away before they could fall and gave Scott the tightest hug she could. Smiling he hugged back and they got up and started walking home.

“So.....what's for dinner?” Elsa asked after a while.

“Mitch said he had something in mind. I'll ask him when we get home.” He replied giving her hand a squeeze.

They turned around to watch the sunset one last time and started walking towards the hotel, just in front of the beautiful Table Mountain.

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In the freezing kitchen of their hotel room in the beautiful Mother City, Mitch sat reading through a magazine. The news on South Africa's local artists kept him from his thoughts of Elsa. But, of course, knowing Elsa the way he did, he spotted her favourite artists on almost every second page, therefore back firing his attempts to forget her. And as if that isn't enough....

The door bursts open and Kirstie marches in towards the kitchen and stands on the other side of the counter and glares at him.

“Mitch.” She demands.

He doesn't respond. He knows what's coming and he has no energy for it. At least...not now.

“Mitchell. Colby. Grassi. Look at me!” Kirstie said louder and this time he looked up.

“Yes.” He sighed, half annoyed, half afraid.

“Have you decided what you're going to do?” She asked.