Chapter 3 1/2

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Riker's POV

As the police escorted the fans out of the concert and checked the crime scene, I sat with the band in Delly's dressing room. No one talked the entire time. This concert was supposed to be a new start for her, but instead it just might be the end.

"How could I have been so stupid?!" Ryland shouted, "If I hadn't wanted her to come out of her shell, Rei wouldn't be in this mess!" "Dude, calm down. It's all our faults, it was everyone's idea. Okay, Ryland? You were just doing what you thought was best for her," Ross said.

I was looking at the floor the entire time thinking of how I could've done more. When I looked up, I was shocked. Delly was sobbing her heart out on Ell's shoulder. Ross was looking out the window lost in thought. Rocky was pacing the floor. Ell was trying to comfort Delly, thought he looked distraught himself.  And Ryland was silently crying, fists clenched till his knuckles were white.

"Hey, guys. Remember the first time we heard Rei play?" I asked. "Of course. It was amazing. She sounded so advanced for a beginner," Delly said while smiling through tears.

"What do you think she's doing in there?" I asked. "I don't know. I can't hear through the door," Rocky said. "What are you guys doing?" We heard Dad say. "Oh we were just...." Ross started. "Cleaning the door!" "Smelling the door!" "Admiring the door!" Rydel, Ryland, and I said at once. We all glanced at each other with a "seriously?" look on our faces.

"Uh huh. Well, I'll just leave you to your cleaning/smelling/admiring. Oh, and if you're spying on Rei, I can tell you she's probably playing her fiddle," Dad said. "It's a violin!" We heard through the door. "How can she hear us, but we can't hear her?" Rocky asked.

As Dad walked away, we began trying to listen through the door again. We could vaguely hear the sweet sound of a violin playing. Ryland lightly opened the door to hear a little better. We peeked inside.

Rei's back was turned to us. She was sweeping and moving and dancing to the music. She was gliding all around the room like a graceful ballerina. Sometimes we'd catch a look on her face when she turned. Her eyes were closed and she truly looked like she was in the moment. She was relaxed and.....

Happy.

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